Dream a Little Dream

So, if you know me pretty well, and if I've actually bothered to talk about it, I think dreams and nightmares are amazing. I'd rather have a nightmare than no dream at all.

Well, maybe I was a little wrong. Because last night, I had a dream/nightmare/whatever, and it scares the HECK out of me. It seemed so realistic, and actually, to my horrid dismay, COULD happen (not to say it will -- It's just possible), and I really didn't want to talk about it to anyone that would sit there and go "Oh, PLEASE! Not AGAIN!" or something retarded.

So I'm telling you, my blog-reading lovers. Because you can't come all the way to Oklahoma to chew me out over a dream, or about how freakishly pathetic this sounds. Which I know, "IT IS NOT!", but seriously... IT IS.

First of all, before I say this, I'm head-over-heels crazy for him, and you all know that. But I'm trying to pretend I'm not, so none of the gush here, kay?

Okay. Sigh. Here we go, guys.
....

So I was on this road trip (this is where it started, no lie, ha) that was coming to a close, but I could tell we were in New Mexico (...). I was in this little car, in the backseat of my grandparents car, next to my FIANCEE, who was really tall and gorgeous, with dark hair, dark eyes, and all muscular and just... Beautiful. And (you know how you already know the backstory in a dream, here, so bear with me) I was just leaning on him for the whole trip, as we all talked. This guy, known only to me now as The Nameless Fiancee, had only known me for a matter of months, and we were getting married right out of high school. None of my friends knew this, and I didn't have any plans to tell them (It was like I was out for revenge or something), and it was in the earlier part of June, when we'd just gotten out of school.

As it turns out ("DING!" goes the little dream-voice in my head), the place that we stopped was the place that we were supposed to be getting married --- THAT DAY. I was nervous, kind of obviously, but I went in, dressed up and everything, and saw the inside of the building. The Nameless Fiancee had picked the place out, but it was HORRIBLE. It was old, so old that all the white in the building was yellowed, and looked gaudy, not to mention that the whole place was made out of wood, the white paint chipped off of everywhere.

But I was getting married. And I hid my disappointment.

Before the whole ceremony, we were all eating together (it gets weird here, I'll admit) from this cake that looked like one of those cheesey "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" cakes from Wal*Mart, and I was leaning on my fiancee again, trying to hold his hand and everythig. Someone across from us at the plasti-table kind of laughs and says their congratulations (as I'm still trying to hold the hand of my stiff-as-a-board chosen one), and he says "Yes. I'm very lucky." in his dark, sexy voice...

Without smiling. Or looking down at me. Or caring.

And then it kind of hits me in this panicky flurry that this wasn't what I wanted at all. I wanted someone to look at me like they really loved me, or to reach for MY hand, as opposed to me reaching always for theirs. I wanted someone who would want to surprise and impress me, and go out of their way to try to be more amazing than I already thought they are.

As you may have guessed, The Nameless Fiancee did not live up to this expectation.

I tried to imagine living with him the rest of my life - It was miserable. I tried thinking about eating and sleeping and just doing everything with him, and it all seemed so worthless.

And crying, I ran to the bathroom.

The bathroom (which was DISGUSTING, by the way) turned into my hideout, and I cried, perched on the top of the toilet in my white (slightly ugly) dress. All of my family left after trying to plead me out (I did explain. In a "Aaahahhhhican'tlovehimmmmM!" kind of wail thing), The Nameless Fiancee not even trying. I didn't have any ring to get rid of; the whole thing had been really sudden, so after a couple hours of torture (I'd guess... It actually seemed like minutes...), I pulled out my cell phone and called Morgan.

Yep. That's right. MY Morgan.

He had no clue WHY I was in New Mexico, or WHY I was crying, but without asking, he just coaxed out the address of the church from me and promised to meet me there. And he did. He knocked on the bathroom door and told me that it was him, and when I let him in, he sighed really deep and kind of nodded (upon seeing the dress... Lauren, you're an IDIOTTT), and then gave me a hug and a long ride home. We didn't talk the whole way there, but when we finally got to my house (I was in an apartment - ready to go to college, I guess) he stopped the car and looks over at me and says:

"I think we need to talk. Really talk."


And that was it.
And it scares the freak out of me.

AHH.

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In other news, rehersal's been upped to seven long hours tomorrow. Meaning seven LOOONG hours of dancing retardedly in high heels and skirts in the dark, screaming for mercy and rides.

Woooo.

Echk.

So I go to school today, and it was all pretty good...
Until an hour ago, when I got sick to my stomach and almost vomitted.

So I ditched vocal practice today and came home and took meds, and now I'm doing much better.

But okay, so at the beginning of this year, I kind of swore off Moore boys. The only guy for me was at Westmoore, so on, so forth, blahblahblah. And my whole thing this year is being "that outspoken girl in the middle of the room who's kind of quiet unless you've known her." --- All part of the tact, right?

So imagine this: I'm on a bus Friday, on the way home, where too many kids are loaded into this old bus that's going to kill me one day, and this guy sits next to me. Yeah. THAT guy. The freaky one that looks like he'd like to eat my face.

And then he puts his hand on my thigh, and gets slapped.
And then has the ego to ask if I have a boyfriend.
Which, kind of obviously, I don't.
But I didn't want him to even be NEAR me after that...
Sooooo... I kind of lied, and made up Dave, my adorable, over-protective "boyfriend" who doesn't exist, but if he did, his name would be MORGAN instead.

*cough* Sorry.

Anywho, he moved, and then Chasity told him I did WEED while in Amsterdam, which, uh, NO, and when I said I wasn't like that, she was like "Well... Haha... You were LAST YEAR!"

WHAT?!
WHERE DO THEY GET THIS CRAP?!

So anywho.
It's been interesting around Moore.

MySpace Sucks.

Because Morgan tells me to go there, and then I end up not being able to see him and the band. And I *want* to see him and the band.

DESPERATELY want.

:)

But whatever. Next time I talk to someone with a MySpace...

Ha. Haha. HAHAHA.

Double Fantastic with Suffocating Plastic.

MARY KAY OWNS MY SOUL.
And a hundred bucks of my parent's money.

Which, while that sucks, is still kind of cool, since the benificiaries of that money happen to be my mom and I.

Ohhh yeah. Make-up galore.

But it will also help the acne, thank the lord.

OH. And.
I didn't get to see my WHS buds. I was working my hind-end off all day.

T'was depressing, but then, what isn't nowadays besides cars, boys (well. kind of.), and friends?

...And make-up...

;)

Tomorrow, Tomorrow!

I LOVE YOU. TOMORROW - IT'S ONLY A DAYYYY AAAAA-WAYYYY!

Oh, yeah. I'm totally the next Annie. Haha.

That movie was the number one watched daycare movie of my preschool life, including the movie with the most sung song --- Can you just picture a whole bunch of kids on a mini-plastic playset, belting out "Tomorrow?"

Ah, the sight. I still remember.

So tomorrow (getting back to the original point of it being titled like this), I'm going back to Westmoore to actually work (I plan on taking a camera, but who knows if I'm actually going to be able to remember) the One Act competition. I have the Westmoore group, and am expecting a verbal beating from the crowd, since I happen to be a MOORE kid, and not from the other side of the tracks.

But whatever. I get to see Morgan, Josh, Daniel, etc.

I love them much.

Oh, and I got the notebook yesterday! It's amazing, beautiful, and I've ALREADY WRITTEN IN IT! :D

TWENTY-ONE DAYS UNTIL NANOWRIMO!
[[are you ready?]]

Elizabeth is A Beautiful Name

...But then again, aren't we all a little biased when it's so close to, oh, for instance, 'Bella'?

So I started in on Pride & Prejudice last night, planning on reading a chapter, and ended up reading seven before I collapsed into bed. It's amazing and beautiful and, UGH.

So classic.

Get your act together, Darcy. Elizabeth is THE ONE.

Reasons Why I Can't Possibly Hate WHS Anymore:

1. Because all of my guy friends go there.
2. Because it's FREAKISHLY BEAUTIFUL and makes Moore look like a junk heap. Which it is, there's no denying.
3. I love being hugged all day. It's so amazing.
4. Any school where your friends FIGHT over who gets to hug you first can't be called dumb. Or ugly. Or retarded.
5. Josh Wardle.
6. MORGAN T-RAIL!
7. Everthing's so awesome and wide open.
8. Everything's INSIDE, unlike freakaleakishly designed Moore.
9. Because I'm going to be going to school with half of those kids next year. Yikes.

It was bliss.

Example? Okay!
" But, like, I saw Josh and Daniel coming down the hall (probably because Daniel was yelling at me), and Josh was like "No, dude, *I* get to hug her first.""

OH, oh, and then Morgan gave me a long, huge, bear hug that was totally amazing. And he got braces. And he's adorable in the non-dorky but kind of teenage heartthrob kind of way. Which, you know, doesn't exactly make my day suck. :)

SO sweet. SO needed. SO LOVEABLE.

AHHHHH!

FROM THEBACKSTREETBOYS.COM:
"The Backstreet Boys are giving out their phone number and they want you to use it! Call the Backstreet Boys at 818-287-8965 and leave them a message!"

I DID.
I HEARD HOWIE.
I LEFT ONE OF THOSE I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS I LOVE YOU BYE MESSAGES.

You should do it, if you love them like I do. At the least, just hear Howie's voice telling you to leave a message. Aaahhh... :D

I've Decided

That I am gifted with a curse. The curse of not having a good computer.

Like, I can't get on blogger anymore unless I go to a filter-passer site (no, kids, don't do this at school. Very illegal if you're in a public place and they've purposely blocked it), and right now, I'm kind of convinced that all computers in general hate me.

I'm kind of depressed because the school computer isn't loading NaNo at all, not even with a filter block, which either means that there's maintenace going on, the server crashed (big suprise - it does this every year), or the computer's gone screw-wired.

I stayed up until two in the morning last night (yeah, yeah. Morning and night. Ha-ha.) because of my SciSem project paper. The procedure is only a page long, but at one/one-thirty in the morning, the math required to find out how many fruit flies there are needed to have a certain number of test and control groups is completely gone. Trust me.

Anyways, I'm so freaking tired right now that it's really getting close to being pathetic. I want to go hommmmme.

So when I get home, I think I might just take a bath and chill for a while. So far, in these first two/three hours of the day, it's sucked. Like, okay. So I wake up at seven, race around the house to get dressed and ready, Kyleigh gets to my house, and we walk down about six houses to the bus stop as I talk to her about my project. When I try to pull out the papers, I realized I'd just screwed myself over royally.

Yeah. They were on my dresser. Of course.

So I'm heading back, since it's not far, and I hear Jessica yell "THE BUS! RUN LAUREN!"

UUuuughhh.

SO, what else, I ran. To my yard, yelling "MOM! MOM! MOM!!!" because she was fixing to leave. She didn't see me until I *got* in the yard, and then started yelling that the bus was almost to the stop and I'd better run back. And then I went hysterical, and she ended up racing inside, grabbing my binder, getting in the car, and meeting me at the bus.

...
It's been a heck of a day, no lie.
AND IT'S NOT OVER! :O

AT LAST!

NANO FORUMS ARE MY TRUE LOVE.

I mean, really. SO much better than boys.

♥haha.

So Here's the Dealy-o.

I need songs. Under these categories. As many as you can possibly think of; I don't care what type of music they are or who sings them or whatever.

• Sad
• Sweet
• Happy
• Okay
• Lost/Lonely
• Lovey-Dovey
• Angry

It's kind of for a thing for me, and just for NaNo, because I don't know what I'm writing yet.

Sooo.

That would help muchly. I'm making music CDs. I can also mail copies... *hint, hint*.

Haha,
L.

NEW LAYOUT, COMING SOON.

I HATE THIS ONE.

w00tw00t.

http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/201106

Go, click, and love.

And while I'd totally write more, about how amazing the new site is (and how slow... Ugh.), I have a whole MINUTE left of class time to hurryingly write this.

Much love!

NaNoIdea

Number One. Of many to come.
But it's like bringing one of my old stories back and repainting it white, if you get the analogy. :)

I'm kind of pleased to see it to tell the honest truth. :D
They usually show up around this time, so WOO.

I'm ready. HURRY UP, SIGNUPS!

Fine. Whatevaaahh.

So because she told me to, even though it's a bunch of nonsensical CRAP, I'm posting this.
*in hyena voice*
BE PREPARRREEDDD.
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Once upon a time, back before Cinderella and just a while after Rapunzel’s time, there was a princess named Marna. Now, though she was a princess, Marna wasn’t pretty – In fact, she was one of the most ugliest princesses ever – with frizzy brown hair, a pudgy nose, a skinny figure, and eyes the color of mold and dirt mixed together in a bucket of slime. She had no dashing princes coming to the castle trying to marry her or witches haunting her because her mom ate some weird cabbage, but was rather ordinary. In fact, if her parents hadn’t been the king and queen, she would’ve been the exact same, if not worse off, than any of the other town girls.
Now, everyone in the world at this time had learned from Sleeping Beauty to keep your good fairies close and your bad fairies closer, but sadly, Marna’s parents had taken that pretty seriously and, when she was born, recruited Greg, a drowsy fairy who didn’t take baths and wasn’t completly all there in the head, to be her protector and guide for life.
One happy, sunny day, Prince Robitan, the most handsome, most eloquent prince on the face of the world in all time (next to Prince Charming, who was now in his late seventies and looking older than ever), came to Marna’s kingdom, the Kingdom of Dod. Of course, all of the Doddish Princesses had heard of this, and had immediately started having beauty competitions between themselves. Marna, being unbelievably hideous, was never invited or considered to be in any of them, making her depressed and even uglier than she already was.
“Greg!” the Princess squacked miserably. “Turn me into the most beautiful girl in Dod! Make my voice as smooth as silk and my looks more attracting than a magnet!”
Greg, who was busying himself by popping zits on his forehead, moaned. “Aw, come on, Princess! I’m busy!”
Marna reached over and grabbed the fairy by his impish ear. “NOW!” She croaked.
Greg sighed, and with a single stomach rumble, had turned Marna into...
A rabbit the exact same nasty greenish color of her eyes.
“GREG, you stupid, ignorant fairy!” She yelled, but since she was a rabbit, and an ugly one at that, she just squeaked loudly and Greg was easily able to ignore her.
Shocked and confused, Marna went outside to eat some grass, of which she found was extremely appetizing to her rabbit self, and then sat down on her haunches and cried and cried for hours on end.
Lucky for Marna, Prince Robitan’s fairy godmother, Erena, was strolling about the royal neighborhoods.
“AH!” Erena cried upon seeing the ugly rabbit. “What happened to you, mongrel?!”
Fairies, by choice, can understand animals, so thankfully, Marna was able to explain.
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TOLD YOU SO.
It's making me argh. A lot.

TOM CRUISE!

So I'm sitting here watching Jerry McGuire, and am totally currently taking the side of hating that jerk Tom.

Because he's completely taking advantage of poor, sweet Renee.

And I like her because she looks like Nicole Kidman.

Anywhooo.
I'm pretty psyched about talking to the WR crew last night. That was freaking amazing, even though they sounded like a crazy crowd of people all herded into a room, hahaha. That was inSANE, and I love you guys - Even the ones I'd never met, because seriously, if you hang around those people, you're golden. No lie. :)

"Bye, guys!"
"BYE LAUREN!"

That was awesome. :D

Oh, okay, so I was spread out on my bed after taking an amazing nap this afternoon (be jealous), just thinking about random stuff. One of my random thoughts was about little kids, which eventually led to one about Barbies, and how I used to LOVE them. Like, I had hundreds. But to me, when I started playing with them, they became whoever I wanted them to be, and their story played out by itself, practically.

I MISS THAT.

:)

Randomrandomrandom.

So Since I'm Obviously Too Late to MAIL Anything...

The power of EMAIL compelled me!

And When You Dream, Dream BIG!

Because, dangit, dreaming small gets you NOWHERE.

Haha.
New song. It gets repetitive, but I still love it. I'll probably change it tomorrow. Maybe.

And the lyrics!!! INSPIRRRIINNNGGG!

DREAM BIG
Ryan Shupe and the Rubberbands

When you cry, be sure to dry your eyes,
'Cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile, be sure to smile wide,
And don't let them know that they have won.
And when you walk, walk with pride,
And don't show the hurt inside,
Because the pain sill soon be gone.

(Chorus)
And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
'Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.

And when you laugh, be sure to laugh out loud,
'Cause it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty all around and in yourself,
And it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength to help to carry on,
But when the troubles come your way.

(Chorus)
And when you dream, dream big,
As big as the ocean, blue.
'Cause when you dream it might come true.
But when you dream, dream big.

(Dream big.)
(Dream big.)

When you cry be sure to dry your eyes,
cause better days are sure to come.
And when you smile be sure to smile wide, and
don't let them know that they have one.
And when you laugh be sure to laugh out loud,
'Cause it will carry all your cares away.
And when you see, see the beauty all
around and in yourself, and it will help you feel okay.
And when you pray, pray for strength to
help to carry on when the troubles come your way.

Chorus 2x

NEW PROJECT!

[13:08] missannapants: okso, tell me a story. :P
[13:08] darnedpencil: Once upon a time,
[13:08] darnedpencil: there was a princess.
[13:08] darnedpencil: who was ugly.
[13:08] darnedpencil: and had a fairy godmother who was always drunk.
[13:09] darnedpencil: so one day, the prince came to town and the girl tried to get her godmother to make her pretty.
[13:09] darnedpencil: except she got turned into a trash-green rabbit instead.
[13:09] darnedpencil: and she cried.
[13:09] darnedpencil: the prince's godmother stopped by,
[13:09] darnedpencil: and saw the girl,
[13:10] darnedpencil: and laughed at her, saying she was as ugly inside as she was on the outside.
[13:10] darnedpencil: But the princess said no, and that she would prove the godmother wrong.
[13:10] darnedpencil: so she went out, for a whole year, doing nothing but good.
[13:10] darnedpencil: and not telling anyone that she was a rabbit-princess.
[13:11] darnedpencil: (but the people sometimes got a little freaked, since she was an ugly rabbit)
[13:11] darnedpencil: anyways.
[13:11] darnedpencil: the prince was upset one day,
[13:11] darnedpencil: because he couldn't find the right song to sing to a beautiful princess in the NEXT kingdom.
[13:12] darnedpencil: so the princess, exasperated and kind of irritated that she had to help HER prince woo some other woman,
[13:12] darnedpencil: had to give him the perfect song ever.
[13:12] darnedpencil: and the godmother, seeing this, made her beautiful --- AFTER the prince and his princess were married.
[13:13] darnedpencil: the princess was depressed,
[13:13] darnedpencil: but little did she know that the prince's brother,
[13:13] darnedpencil: a sweet kid with more than enough smarts,
[13:13] darnedpencil: actually lived next door.
[13:13] darnedpencil: and he was also hideous.
[13:14] darnedpencil: But, she was so depressed by her prince's loss, that she decided to be ugly again.
[13:14] darnedpencil: and one day, the prince saw her.
[13:14] darnedpencil: the YOUNGER prince, that is.
[13:14] darnedpencil: and he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world, as he saw her sit and do her math without a royal tutor.
[13:15] darnedpencil: (she was very smart)
[13:15] darnedpencil: so he had HIS godmother turn HIM into a rabbit to try and win her heart.
[13:15] darnedpencil: he spent all his time with her, though she didn't know he was a prince,
[13:15] darnedpencil: and ended up realizing that she was falling in love with an animal.
[13:16] darnedpencil: and the godmother, seeing THIS, decided the poor girl had suffered enough,
[13:16] darnedpencil: and turned the boy back into a rabbit.
[13:16] darnedpencil: At first,
[13:16] darnedpencil: the princess found him repulsive.
[13:16] darnedpencil: But then, she realized that she was in love with who he was, and not how he looked.
[13:17] darnedpencil: && they got married, had many ugly babies, and lived happily ever after.
[13:17] darnedpencil: THE END. :)

((((I'm turning it into a short story for Anna and Keila. :D))))

IDIOT!!!

UGH.
I LIKE THE GUY, and I miss his freaking birthday after he told me when it was.

IDIOTIDIOTIDIOT!

So, in honor of the twelfth, which I spent typing up freaking John Mayer lyrics, AKA Morgan's birthday...

[22:40] elderberryness: i'm trying to find out how there can possibly be signifigance in stairs.
[22:40] elderberryness: for english.
[22:40] elderberryness: argh.
[22:40] morgan: well
[22:41] morgan: they let you get from down to low and vice versa in a matter of minutes
[22:41] elderberryness: ahaha.
[22:41] elderberryness: very true.
[22:41] morgan: yes
[22:41] morgan: i know
[22:42] morgan: its amazing isnt it?
[22:42] elderberryness: ahaha. smartass. :)

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[19:57] morgan: what have you been into lately?
[19:57] elderberryness: pssh. not much of anything.
[19:58] elderberryness: you?
[19:58] morgan: well
[19:58] morgan: guitar, and extreme skipping
[19:58] elderberryness: extreme skipping?
[19:58] morgan: hells yes

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[20:48] morgan: then how to get on a bus
[20:48] morgan: you wait at the stop with all the other ppl
[20:49] morgan: the bus will stop in front o' you
[20:49] elderberryness: ...
[20:49] morgan: and you get on, sit down, and be quiet
[20:49] elderberryness: ha, ha, HA.
[20:49] morgan: lol
[20:49] morgan: well i was just tellin you
[20:50] elderberryness: so you just go to the stop? no telling them that 'oh yeah, whoever's going to be riding this bus'?
[20:50] morgan: nope
[20:50] elderberryness: oh.
[20:50] morgan: you just get on
[20:50] elderberryness: sha-weet.
[20:50] morgan: and find a seat
[20:50] morgan: and sit
[20:50] elderberryness: ...here we go...
[20:50] morgan: and be queit
[20:50] morgan: *
[20:50] elderberryness: hardy-har-har.

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[22:17] morgan: well
[22:17] morgan: im always here
[22:17] morgan: lol
[22:18] elderberryness: lol. thanks.
[22:18] morgan: yeah
[22:18] morgan: ill be your fall back
[22:18] morgan: hahaha
[22:18] elderberryness: :P
[22:18] elderberryness: you're totally better than a fall back. you're a SUPER fall back.
[22:18] elderberryness: haha. jk.
[22:19] morgan: hahahahahaha
[22:19] morgan: watev
[22:19] morgan: er
[22:19] elderberryness: haha. youknowit.
[22:19] morgan: damn
[22:19] morgan: i feel left out
[22:19] elderberryness: hm? why?
[22:20] morgan: cuz im a super fall back, so like all the other fall backs get gfs way before me
[22:20] morgan: hahaha
[22:20] elderberryness: hahaha. nonono. you're a super fall back, so you get gfs BEFORE all of them. :)
[22:21] elderberryness: better? :)
[22:21] morgan: oh oh
[22:21] morgan: haha
[22:21] morgan: i see

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[17:42] morgan: do you want my bod?
[17:42] elderberryness: totally.
[17:42] elderberryness: hahaha.
[17:42] morgan: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha

He gets his license in seven days. SEVEN DAYS.

I love...

My Grandparents.

But I hate cleaning for them.

Especailly when it's in my room.

&& all I really want to do is talk to you guys.

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Everybody was KUNGFU fighting!!!

Sooo. THREE new songs. Scroll to le botte'um* and check them out.

Fergie? Serious? Who would've thought. She was the reason freshman last year thought tasty was spelled "T... to the A... to the S, T, E, Y". No kidding.

Thanks a lot, Fergaferg.

Anywho.
I got a new book today, and it's already read! "Jinx", by Meg Cabot, is amazing. Witches and red hair... Ugh. JEALOUS.
I've noticed she's kind of like me in the fact that her characters are all pretty much the same voice. What I envy is that she tells you the plot twist up front, but not exactly WHAT it is... Kind of. I don't know. Go read it.

Chris Kifer gave me a hug today, bless him. I needed that SO INCREDIBLY BAD.

And yeah, there's a story. Be prepared:

So there's this boy in my class who sits behind me in sixth hour (this all takes place in sixth hour) English II named Jake (“Jacob-but-there’s-two-of-us-and-the-other-sits-right-next-to-me-in-this-class-so-just-Jake-thankyouverymuch”), but that doesn’t really matter. I’ve decided that I hate him, and will now commonly refer to him as “The Butthole.”

Yep. It’s getting pretty heated.

Anyway, today in English, we were required to vote on which of two categories we valued more on thirteen questions, all of which we publicly announced by raising our hands to vote. The girls would go first, who picked a and then who picked b, and then the guys would go, voting on a and b like the girls.

I swear, that’s the worst activity EVER.

So, I’m not like a feminist or anything. I’m not fighting for women’s rights to do anything in the whole fa-lipping world, but if you call something girly, I’ll take your hiney out to the dumpster. It’s just how I work. I hate being cut down.
Just, you know, saying that. Because that’s how this whole thing’s going to look; like I’m some sort of feminist.

So we’re voting, every “a” answer being a worldly choice, (being popular, living comfortably, national security, etc, etc.) and “b’s” being the sensitive choice (love, true friendship, world beauty, etc, etc.).
And The Butthole sits behind me, raising his hand for the “manlier” choice and almost making fun of the guys who “aren’t manly at all.”
So every time he says something, I turn around and get in his face. Because it makes me mad that he’s putting down guys for being sweet, and overall being a little snot.
And I inform him that “Those “girly guys” are going to marry a sweet girl and live happily ever after. You, on the other hand, will either die without marriage or marry a wench who does all of your bidding.”
And he blows me off or tries to defend what he’s saying.

Now, there’s this girl who I don’t know the name of in the first place. She’s really ditzy, with long curly-ish blonde hair (They give us a bad name. Ugh.) and blue eyes, with this “LIKE OH MY LAWRD, YOU’RE JUS’ WRONG!” attitude.
Which irritates me, and I don’t like her anyways. But that’s really beside the point.

So why am I bringing this girl, now nicknamed (according to me) “The Witch” (It was worse. Thank goodness for Chris and his hugs.) into this story? What does she have to do with it?

Well, about question number nine or so, she goes “Oh my GOD. WHY do you keep getting on his A** everytime he says something!” and then proceeds to “mime” what I’m doing in a highly jerkfaced manner.

So I shut up, mentally saying all the bad words I know.

And about question twelve, she gets tired of him too, and says “Are you like, a SEXIST or something?!”
And I turn around and go “No, he just stereotypes girls and guys for what they were in the sixties.”
To which she responds, “No he doesn’t!!!”

EXCUSE ME?!
What the FLIP are you saying, woman?!

So I roll my eyes and shut up for the rest of the hour until Jacob, who’s really cool and The Butthole start talking about cars.
Me: “I will NEVER drive a car.”
Jacob: “What?! Why?! EVERYONE wants to drive.”
The Butthole: “God, you’re weird.”
Me: “NO. I mean a CAR. I get carsick in cars. I want a SUV or truck.”
Jacob: “Aaaah, I see. Haha. That’s so weird.”
Me: “Yeah, Dad wants me to get one too. They’re safe.”
TB: “Cars are safer.”
Me: “Uh. No. They aren’t.”
TB: “In a collision SUVs are safer, but trucks and SUVs roll easier.”
(Bell Rings, Chaos ensues.)
Me, yelling over noise: “If you roll a freaking car of any kind, you’re a suck-worthy dirver!”
TB, because he thinks I can’t hear him: “Did she seriously just say that about an SUV? (laughs)”

I was about ready to rip his face off, kthx.

BUT I'M BETTER. :)
CHRIS LOVES ME, DA****T, AND THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS.
Up yours, Butthole. :D

Haha.
L.

The Girl All The Bad Guys Want...

(That's a song... By Bowling for Soup. Except it's got some not-too nice parts, so I'm not even going to post it, kthx, and it really doesn't apply to me in a literal sense.)

There was this guy on my bus on the way home that was, like, yelling obsenities the other day.
He scared me. He's got piercings everywhere. He flipped a guy off. He looks like he could KILL me.

...And I think he likes me.
WHAT?

He's very anti-social, or so I've seen, but he just started talking really nice to me today.
And yelled at a guy for jokingly taking one of my fundraiser candybars.
Which is flattering... But... No.

...Yeah. So. That was random.

Anywho, I picked the musical over my job.
I love to act, dangit.
Freaking hobbies.

:)

LoveLy.

I Can't Believe This.

Discrimination: dis-"kri-meh-'nA-shen: n.
the act, practice, or an instance of discriminating categorically rather than individually b : prejudiced or prejudicial outlook, action, or treatment

That would be what this entry is about.
And yes, I'm fine. I just really need to vent.

This isn't about race. This isn't about the color of someones skin, where their heritage comes from, or anything that most people would see on the news.
No, this is about discrimination of age.

Today, they gave out cast parts.
I'm sorry to say, I'm already thinking about quitting.

The sophomores are just as good (some even better) than the juniors and seniors, and yet, when I got home and called Chasity, she was practically in tears because the best part that any sophomore got was a line and two solos.

WHAT THE FREAK?

What POs me even more is that the sophomore who got it, Sheridan, is in CHOIR, and if I know anything at all, isn't the best actress. But guess what? NO ONE CARES, obviously! She's a FANTASTIC dancer and singer, so I can totally see the solos, but do the teachers even KNOW how much memorizing, sweating, and crying people did over a retarded little part that they just give away to the same people as last year?!

Because I can say, right now, that there's not going to be cooperation in the theater, as far as I'm concerned. I've lost respect for our coreographer, who obviously has far too much input on stage level, and the drama teachers, who blatently lied to us about how "singing and dancing is just to see if you have a talent for it; acting's the main thing" in auditions.

Obviously, for the love of anything, not.

It gets better, too.
Last year, a girl named Jessica (then a sophomore, now a junior, if I'm right...) got pregnant and wasn't allowed to be in the production just because of all the technicalities. That was her own da**ed fault. So this year, because she was inhibited LAST year, she gets to have Sheridan's part in the second night performance; another part lost from the desperado sophomores to the teachers.

And okay, look. I know it's the teacher's performance. I'm not bringing down that it shouldn't be; but what happened to "new talent?" Disregarding sophomores, there's DOZENS of seniors that were balling in the halls today because the judges just royally screwed over their chances at getting a performing scholarship from that musical.

I don't care that I'm not a major part.
But there's so many people that were practically ignored, who have far more talent than any kid currently being put on stage.

But you know what? Have fun.
Just think of me, out with the rest of the repressed talent, out in the pointless singing/dancing ensemble that is going to cost us all a fortune when we even don't have a part. When the dance crew isn't cooperating because they're too mad at the teachers to even speak, or when the actress' and actors don't live up to the characters... The list goes on.

And really and truly, I hope that the judges get beaten by a mob of angry kids.
Because age doesn't matter. Nor do looks.
TALENT, on the other hand, is everything.

Ah, the downside of drama that no one thought existed.

HAPPY?! What?!

I'm so happy.
And, like, there's not a single reason to it!

It's weird.

I'm stressing about
- Musical parts.
- Memorizing lines.
- A possible job.
- My Chem grade.
- My Chem TEACHER.
- Guys.
- Science Seminar.

But I'm still uber happy.
:D

Sok, my friend in Paris, just emailed me to say that she was home from Ecuador, hadn't fogotten me, and would write me more later, which really made me smile, since I've been missing her MUCH.

Oh, and the job. Right.
I may end up making about 250 bucks a month if the musical doesn't pull through, tutoring elementary school kids. HOW FREAKING SWEET IS THAT?!
The only thing is, I'd have no life.
...Lol. Not that I have one NOW. Haha.

OHHHH,
I'M SO HAAAAPPPPYYYYYY.

Dear God...

Check it out, guys.
I just totally wrote something like never before. No kidding.

:O

Based on a gum funeral.

Yeah. That's right.
A GUM FUNERAL.
Which, you know, is actually pretty cute...
Unless it's two fifteen-year-olds.

Haha.
UGH. I'm going to be memorizing lines ALL DAY tomorrow. SHOOT ME NOW.

"And I Love You."

Awesome Site.
Like, no kidding.

:)

Go through the pictures.

My Song.

This song makes me so sad.
I love it, though.
It was dedicated to me.
They still call me Delilah.

Hah. I don't really see why.

Yeah, so, anywho. I learned nothing. No callback lists were posted. Tyler Ussery, who I've recently started getting hugs from (he's so cool - Senior, btw.), was screaming at the top of his lungs NOT to go see The Pajama Game because it was going to suck.

Obviously, he knows something I don't, and it's scaring the wahoozits out of me.

OH, I have a new pet! Her name is Mildred (though I'm really not exactly sure it's a girl), she's about and inch and a half (BIG) long, and she lives outside.
She's the most amazing spider I've ever seen in my life
She's spun this web from my tree to the roof to the ground, and it's so amazingly beautiful. It reminds me slightly of Charlotte's Web.
It rained yesterday, and I was bummed because I thought she would've had to move because her web got knocked down, but NO! She's *still* there, working on her web - I dare you, if you ever see a spider like that, to sit there and watch it work. SO COOL.
Anywho, I'm okay with her. She eats the darned stupid PACKS of mosquitoes we have out here.

Oh.
And here's something for the mind:

"There’s a short supply of humor when it comes to the downfall of the United States of America. It’s most likely because someone, everywhere, had a relative that had found their way there, or had been born there after their parents migrated, that was now dead because of the Civilian's War.
I bet you that a hundred years ago, even ten if I dare, that no one was truly thinking that the U.S.A would fall. It was like that classic tale of the Titanic that happened so long ago that not even my great-great-grandparents were alive when it happened; everyone thought it was so unsinkable, so perfect and strong, and then it completely collapsed."

I'm getting a truly freaky mind. No kidding.

I lied.
For now.
It's up. :D

NaNo, that is.

:)


I'm VERY scared to check the callback list. If I'm not on it, it could be because I either didn't get in the musical, or that they've already found me a role. If I am, I'm competing for a role.

AHH. I DON'T KNOW! :O

AHHH.

THEY BLOCKED NANOWRIMO.
MY NOVEMBER IS GOING TO ROYALLY SUCK.



dumbschool.

New Song, So Here's the WONDERFUL Lyrics

This song is AMAZING. Like, I love it just because it's, uh, John Mayer, and he's got this sarcastic view on everything. But the lyrics totally blew me away. LOVE IT.

LOVE SONG FOR NO ONE
John Mayer

(Speaking)
This is a song about, uh, talking to a person that you haven't even met yet.
Maybe they're rolling around in the hay with someone else now,
but they're not as good as you are.
You just gotta' wait your turn!
She's out there, he's out there,
just learning what to contrast you against.

(guitar, starts singing)
Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get here

Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no way

I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I'm so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here

You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me
Oh You'll be so good


SEE?!

Well. It's nine eleven.
We did NOTHING for today. D:

That made me feel kind of awkward about it.

Um, so.
AUDITIONS.
RIGHT.
SORRY.

Yesterday was the 'singing' part of the audition *cringes*. I really don't know how I think I did. I couldn't hear myself over the piano.
Today was the speaking part, and I ended up going FIRST with some other kids. I had a boring part (AND WE, BY THE WAY, DIDN'T EVEN TOUCH THE ONE I MEMORIZED.) the first time, but on second time, I got to be DRUNK. :D HOW COOL!
I like playing a drunk. :D

Anywho, I think I did lovely on that one. :)
(Which I also went first on...)

Soooo.
Yeah.
Not much going on today.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ONLY TUESDAY. *screams, flails.*

I'd Like to Rip Myself Apart.

And I didn't even know it.
Because, oh yeah, guess what?
I'm sitting here, like a freaking idiot, talking to Morgan.

...

Which brings me to a different subject: A dream that I had a few days ago.

It was freakishly real, too. No aspect of it was fake at all... Well, of course, except for the whole "dream" part that sent me over the edge.

In the dream, I was meeting Morgan at his school, where a whole bunch of us were going to all go and eat at his house for dinner. I showed up and ran up to hug him (this memory came from Moore War), but it was awkward and like I was hugging someone I didn't even know. He seemed kind of blankly surprised that I was even there (Moore War. AGAIN.), even though it had been planned. He kind of laughed a little and blew it off, but hugged me again, and apologized, saying he was sorry for Moore War (It's getting repetitive, isn't it?), and that no one else was coming with him --- That this was between us, and that he was going to explain why he was so distant and weird.
That's when, from behind, this little ADORABLE blonde boy looking about three or four walks up, and Morgan kind of hugs him with one arm, then says very carefully:
"Lauren, this is my son."

And I was all :O

BUT IT DIDN'T END THERE.
Morgan and I still went to his house and ate with his ENTIRE family. I ignored him, until he finally kicked me from underneath the table. When I didn't respond, he comes around the table and makes me follow him into his room, where I proceed to become "WHAT THE HELL MADE YOU DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT?!" Lauren.
And he basically told me it had all been a huge mistake, so long ago, and that nothing had changed between us, except for the fact that a long-ago girlfriend had handed him off a kid.
And then he kissed me, and tried to make me be okay.

Which I wasn't.
I was mentally distubed enough to wake up and lay there for two hours.


WHY DOES HE DO THIS TO ME?!

Wwweeelll.

So, first, of all, for my baby's sake,

THE FREAKING AMAZING
DENVER BRONCOS

TOTALLY KICKED BUTT YESTERDAY.

I mean, no kidding. They came back in the last second (LITERALLY), winning by a single point. BOO BUFFALO.
But, you know, it's not like I'd ever doubt them. ;P

Secondly, I've got about four hours until auditions, and every nerve in my body's screaming hyper.
Woooo.
I just hope I don't look like an idiot. Haha. I'm VERY prone to that. :D

Adios, Muchachos. :D

DundundunDAHHH.

"Okay so I just had this REALLY brilliant idea due to your magical music player! I think that you should put a music player onto WR,(because I just have to have some music,and I've no idea how to do it myself! :P) and then anyone can put on songs that fit with our stories/characters, or really good books we all like. Meaning Steph. Meyers, obviously. :P I don't really have any songs for my stuff right now, but I know at least Katie does, and I'll find some I hope.... so what do you think? Brilliant, right?"

YES.

So since Katie just posted, this is for all to see (I don't want to eat her moment. Haha.).

The music player that I'll be putting on WR is from this site called Project Playlist. If you go there and follow el instructionos, you should be able to add music to the site.

Hopefully. I'm still slightly new to this myself - I haven't used it in a long time.

1. Go here.
2. Click on "My Account" and sign in.
3. Click on "Search for Music", and type the name of whatever song or artist you're looking for in the box. Kind of obvious. The thing is, if the song is unreleased or not very popular, they most likely won't have it. If they don't, you'll just have to wait until someone who has the software to make a site for their music posts it up there.
3. Click on the play button (The little arrowhead) beside the music you want and give it a minute. If it turns red, or doesn't do anything but load, it's not worth a piece of crap, and you'll have to find another. If, however, it does start playing, make sure it's a good version (no fuzziness, ect.) and then click the plus.
4. After you click the plus, it will open to a screen confirming that you want to add it. Since you've already tested it out, you can click "Go Ahead", or whatever the button is that adds it to your list.
5. ...Which opens to ANOTHER screen. (It's not this complicated, I promise). Click on the link for "WR SOUNDTRACK", and ta-daaa!

Now, okay, here's the thing:
- It's midnight here. There's no way in heckola I'm doing it tonight. It may possibly be up by tomorrow night, at the latest. Promise, hope to die, whatever.
- The username and password WILL BE THE SAME AS WR'S WHEN YOU LOG IN TO POST. That way, I don't have to email everyone telling people what it is. I mean, SERIOUSLY. We have to memorize enough of the stupid things anyways!

And one BIG one:
- I really and truly have no clue if this thing will auto-update when you add a song. It's a pain to add it over and over, but if that's what it takes, bring it on. It's a load of HTML crap in the settings of the footer box, so I can take care of that if no one has a rightful clue what to do. Haha.


Mmkay! I think that covers it! Any questions?
Love you guys!

L.

Music Makes Ya Lose Control...

OKAY.

So here's the deal.

I can't think of any super-spectacular music to put in my music player (scroll all the way down to the bottom of the page). At the moment, Rob Thomas - Little Wonders is my default, which I love desperately, but makes the blog seem kind of sad.

Which, if you've read most of my writing on here, it really isn't.

So PLEASE make me a list of songs. I don't need the link to them, just the title and artist name -- If you can only think of the title, I'll look it up, no big. :)

Anywho, I have to study lines. The Audition of Death is approaching, and I'm nervously excited. There's only one bad thing: I don't know how to readd music. Uh-oh.

But that's okay. YouTube is totally there for me. :)

EARLY. I LIED. :D

So I got home today, and guess what?

...I got the charger. WAY early.
:D

So talk to me.

Oh, and I went to see Hairspray for the second time tonight! It was AMAZING, as usual. Zac Efron = Totally flippin' gorgeous.

"KISS MY..." Well, you know.

Oh, so today was a lot better. Like, we were printing off stuff for our project ideas (I think I may be doing something on AML, but I'm not totally sure yet) and when my papers got mixed in with theirs, they had to tell me.
Ha, ha, people who tried to avoid me. Ha, ha.
Oh, and then I pitched my idea to Mrs. Wyatt, who was pretty cool about it. We'd have to order pre-infected mice, which kills me because I know they'll die, but I'm thinking if I do that project, the AML one, I'd go up to St. Jude's Med. Center for kids and take a picture with all of the leukemia kids. :)

I just really want to do something that will help someone, ya know?

Anywhooo.
WOO! FRIDAY!

Dear People Whom I Talk To On AIM.

Sorry.
No IM, except Yahoo, until this weekend.
But I check this site daily, so you can totally talk to me on here. :)

My dumb laptop died; the charger is broke. We had to order a new one. D:

"All children, except one, grow up."

- "Peter Pan" by J.M. Barrie

Okay, so my day sucked, but really, see two or three posts back. Same thing, longer story, almost ended in tears. Big. DEAL.

Anyways.

I think I'm buying a garter for homecoming, and wearing it on the outside of my jeans. School tradition. Either that or this mum with ribbons that would, like, overtake my face.
Garter it is.

I really really really really really really really (imagine there are commas in-between those reallys. I don't feel like going back) want to go to Norman and buy books. You may not even believe this (I don't!), but our library DOES NOT CARRY YA FICTION. We've "outgrown" that, I guess.
Uhhh.... EXCUSE ME!?

Whattttevaahr.

CHRIS. I NEEDED A HUG TODAY. WHERE WERE YOU?!

twilight.eternal: I have a theory.
Lauren Reynolds: orly?
Lauren Reynolds: now THIS, I have to hear.
twilight.eternal: mkay.
twilight.eternal: Bella's gonna leave Edward at the altar to find Jacob, because she feels like crap letting him leave and stuff, when she wanted a future with kids and stuff. Then, she finds Jacob, and they 'fall in love' for a while, and then Jacob will imprint on someone. Then Jacob will have to leave Bella, and Bella will come crying back to Edward. Edward will, of course, take her back, because after all, not even a vampire can live the rest of their dead life without any heroin.
Lauren Reynolds: ...
Lauren Reynolds: You do realize, at that point, I will stop believing that I'm actually living in the real world, and that someone's got me hooked up to a virtual reality machine where they're torturing me by making that happen, right?

NO.

STEPHENIE, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!

MY WELFARE IS ON THE LINE.

ONE HUNDRED!!!

The first thing I noticed about the varsity cross-country team was that the boys were way cuter than they were on junior varsity. And taller. And had deeper voices. And were way more interested in girls than the JV boys.
Unfortunately, I wasn't one of the girls earning all the attention.

- "Smart Boys & Fast Girls" by Stephie Davis

This is my 100TH post!
How wicked cool is that?!

Oh, and hey, do you know what ELSE is one hundred this year? My fabuloso state of Oklahoma. There's still people alive that REMEMBER the land run. :O
That's so freaking crazy.

Anyways, I've decided that Science Seminar was not made for me, and that I'm going to fail that class, no questions asked. I'm not a terminally shy child, yet that class makes me feel like an idiot. Especailly when I don't understand the assignment, try and do the work anyways, and end up getting it wrong - Only realizing this, of course, when I was presenting it to the class.

One of the teachers, after I'd humiliated myself to no end, was all sympathetic, saying "Oh... So... You're interested in physical science?"
I nodded. But I'm not. I was just dead scared someone was going to ask me to explain something.

Anywho, today's been nerve wracking.

The drug dogs came through first hour, so we had this panicky lock down, locking the doors and everything, which I don't get. DRUG DOGS DO NOT TRY TO BREAK DOWN DOORS.

Yeah. So. My day.

---(SEE?! THE FONT'S TOO TIGHTLY SQUISHED. AHHHH! IT'S KILLING ME!)---

Once Upon a Time...

"It was my fourteenth birthday, and I was arguing with a bus. How pathetic is that?"

-"Heir Apparent" by Vivian Vande Velde

So I think that I'm going to try and post everyday, emphasis heavily on TRY. Because in English class, on the first day of school, we looked at opening lines in books, and it's finally gotten to me that I kind of found that cool.
So, obviously, that quote up there would be the first one.
Oh, and I swear I'm not cheating. I'm actually finding books that I own, and using those to post up here.

So... They're really good books. :)

Well, today was my last day of a wonderful four-day weekend. Most people just got yesterday off for Labor Day, but of course, our teachers had to have Record Day, or one of those days where they just go in and catch up, make sure all the policies are working, and gossip wildly about their students.

I spent the night with Kyleigh last night, and, go figure, my laptop charger turns out to go defective on me, meaning that my laptop battery fully died, right after Ky and I decided that we were going to try and write a story together, stolen from my baby, the NaNo Forums. She's actually doing NaNo this year, too, which makes me utterly and completely THRILLED. I don't know many people who love to write, and none who do NaNo, so she's kind of going to be my Moore-Writer's-Block Complaint line. W00t.

Soooo... Not thrilled for school tomorrow. I think that's covered.

I don't really have anything much else to say, except don't look for any writing from me until next week at the earliest -- The new charger gets here on Saturday.
I'm really starting to wonder why this font looks different from the last posts.

Huhh..

OH. Psh. Now it doesn't.
Stupid HTML.

Yes. Yes. and YEAAAAHHH, BAYBAY.

I CAN WRITE AGAIN. :O

I already posted on WR, but I figured since I just wrote three more pages that actually start from the beginning, I'd post them on here, as kind of an "exclusive" thing, but actually just for the purpose that I don't have to do ANOTHER post on the same day. :D

So... If you haven't read it yet, go at least read the pre-summary about the story. Or not, because this IS the beginning... Maybe...

--

I looked across the street, my eyes scanning the line to get into the club Pandora – one of the hottest clubs in lower L.A. It was Friday night and people were waiting for hours just to get to the door, even though the drinks were watered down heavily and the charge for any and everything was ridiculous.
Luckily, ridiculous was exactly what I was looking for.
Dressed in a black leather mini-skirt, bright red spaghetti-strap tank, and coal-colored stilettos that strapped up to my mid-calf, I was acting the part of young, hot-blooded model who wanted the night off being what anyone of the profession would call normal.
The thing is, I’m not, and never have been, a model. Luckily, everyone in and outside of the club wouldn’t know that.
“You’re gorgeous.” a voice murmured wickedly on my left side, cold breath hitting the side of my neck. “You’re Jezabel Danica Hartlen, the closest thing to a living sin that anyone on this side of the world has ever seen.”
I kept looking straight ahead at the club, the repetitious beat of the disk jockey’s latest mix slightly getting on my nerves.
“Jezabel Danica Hartlen isn’t a model, looks nothing like a model, and shouldn’t be able to pass off as a model.”
Luca laughed, and I could hear echoes of malice reverberating in the sound, though I was pretty sure he was trying to sound causal. He moved to my side, and rubbed his fingers together.
“Temptations of the flesh are my specialty.” He winked at me in the darkness. “Plus, it’s easy being famous when everyone already thinks you are.”
I frowned. Of course he would have already pre-arranged that.
I wish I could say that Luca was kidding, or that I was just really low on self-confidence, but I can’t without lying, which, unfortunately, is something that I do more often the the average person.
And it’s all beacause Luca isn’t really Luca. In fact, he’s not even close to being anything near human.

Five years ago, back when I actually had morals at the tender age of twelve-years-old, I signed control of my life, goals, morale, and soul over to Satan himself. The details are crudely drawn out in my head, but it was one of those memories that you really don’t think back on and is very simple to explain: I lost control of everything in my life except the only thing that couldn’t be taken away: my free will.
Knowing that I couldn’t leave my family quite yet, Lucifer himself, more kindly than I could’ve thought, promised that whenever I was ready to be trained to work for him, he would come get me.
Two weeks later, my parents were killed in a fatal accident.
At the funeral, Lucifer showed up in his human form: a beautiful blonde-haired boy with big, innocent-looking blue eyes named Luca Grey. He told me that it was time to go, and that he would take care of me.
Less than a month later, I was fully minion-ized. I knew the code for Heaven and Hell up and down, could fully disable anyone from a human to Angel, both of which after spending a month in the desert in Nevada being told that they were my enemies turned out to actually be that way, and knew the art of lying, cheating, stealing, and anything else that could possibly cause someone to sin by cold-hearted memory.
I was good. In fact, I was better than good – I was perfect.
By the age of fourteen, I was already starting to get people riled up just by being around them.
By fifteen, it didn’t even bother me that I was trying to get people to do things to get them to hell. In fact, I considered it my new ‘expertise.’
Yet still, at seventeen, I didn’t see how a fake ID and a promise from hell could keep me from getting thrown out of a stupid, earthly club.
“You don’t doubt me, do you?” Luca teased in a way that made me almost want to. “I am the most cunning liar out there.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me.” I said pointedly. “There’s no reason to.”
He grinned, nodding excitedly. “Exactly! No doubt, no lies... What have we not covered, then?”
I didn’t answer.
Finally, after a moment of hesitation, Luca growled. “Fine,” he said crisply, “then I’ll have Simeon do it for me. I should’ve known you couldn’t handle this.”
I scowled. Simeon.
When I was thirteen, Luca -Lucifer- had introduced me to his latest catch with close to the same contract I’d been given: a startlingly skinny boy who looked about sixteen with pasty skin and shaggy dark hair with beady black eyes named Simeon. He proved to be witty and cunning, much less submissive than I was.
So Luca, with a loving smile on his face, let me watch as he turned Simeon’s life upside down. To him, everyone looked suspicious and haunting, giving him a constant natural paranoia that eventually turned him against the world.
He was a monster, and not surprisingly, since I appeared normal to him, was one of his worst enemies. He blamed me for his screwed up world, and though at one time I thought we were almost friends, we ended up being feirce competetors at the whole monopoly Luca ran from his first-class office in hell.
Not that I would know. I’ve never actually been to hell; the closest I get- the place Luca takes me when we need to talk, alone- is the Nevada desert; home of cactus, sand, and almost no one.
“No,” I hissed. “I’ll do it.”
Suddenly, Satan was all smiles again.
“Good! See, I knew you could be decent, my delilah. Oh the fun we shall have and the havoc we shall cause!”
I laughed dryly. “We?”
“Yes. I’m coming with you, just to make sure things go smoothly. Plus, it makes you more desirable if you’re already taken.”
I sighed. “Whatever. You’re the unreasonable type.”
He smirked. “Of course. I’m the devil, darling. No one would take me seriously if I weren’t.”
Luca glided around me and encircled my waist with his arm. “You loathe me,” he whispered cheerfully in my ear as we walked up to the bouncer. “Just remember that, my sweet angelic Jezabel.”
I was already ticked off by the time we reached the big stereotypical bouncer who stood at the door, his black shirt reading ‘SECURITY’ across the front in giant white letters.
“Let me in.” I demanded as he looked intimidatingly at me.
“Oh really?” he retorted, “Well it seems to me that you’re not even in line.”
I stomped my painfully heeled foot. “I’m Jezebal Hartlen, you idiot. I don’t want to wait.”
This was crossing the line, but I kept with the act. Over the years, I’d learned a lot by the whole trial and error way. Luckily, with someone close to mythical on my side, no one seemed to remember me.
The bouncer looked skeptical, his arms crossed. “Oh, really? And who’s this with you, Jezabel?”
Luca frowned deeply. “I’ll go ahead and forget you even asked that. Freyin Hale is a generous man.”
I glared sharply at Luca, but the bouncer just laughed sarcastically. “Fine. Show me ID, and you’re in.”
Simultaneously, we both pulled out the plastic cards with our fake identities on them. The only thing I really had to change on mine was the age, and I was still even worried about that.
Luca, on the other hand, was composed and completely ignorant of the situation. He started prattling on about something in Italian, most likely not even anything to do with the club or our admittance.
The poor bouncer looked over our IDs with wide eyes, and reluctantly handed them back to us.
“I am so sorry, Ms. Hartlen; Mr. Hale. My apologies.”
I huffed, and made a scene of going into the building, Luca trailing behind me, yelling obsenities to me.
“Shut up!” I finally screamed. “You’re so irritating sometimes!”
Sensing my act without skipping a beat, he went into overdrive.
“You, my little flower, don’t even know anything about moi! You’re just some idiot model who wanted to date a tennis star!”
I walked up to him and slapped him smartly across the face. He said something in Italian and grabbed my arm, yanking me into a curtained area reserved in our names, the whole party-going crowd watching us with interest.
“Very nice,” He commented, “Though I belive you slapped me out of want and not act.”
I shrugged. “Hey, it worked, didn’t it?”
He chuckled darkly. “That it did, oh ye model from hell.”
I mocked a bow, rolling my eyes. “Who, by the way, is dating Freyin Hale? How nice and unpredictable.”
His teeth sparkled in the lighting, almost close to frightening. “Oh, come on, that was pure originality. No one would guess Freyin Hale was actually ‘fry in hell’ except you.”
“Okay, then what about this whole Italian tennis star identity who speaks both Italian and French?”
He raised an eyebrow. “You caught that, hm?”
I snorted. “Of course. Moi is reserved for the French only.”
Luca winked at me and started waving towards the curtain. “Okay, okay, enough; Satan shouldn't have to stand for your crap. Go do your job; I’ll save our table.”


:D

Thankyouu--

You all are awesome.
And totally, I could be overreacting.

But you guys didn't say that, which is HUGE. THANK YOU.

Anywho, I did my little late night crying jag (mostly because I was tired - not that whole "situation" thing) and got over it. Chris Kifer gave me another hug yesterday, which makes me happy. :)

I'm listening to Kathe(or-a)rine McPhee as of the momento. :)

I'm also trying to write. W00t.
Writing is good. My plot is dead. WHY?!

Haha, anywho, I'm trying to come up with something orignial, because in a way, I feel like I'm cheating when I get my plots off of the "Adopt-a-Plot" forums at NaNoWriMo.

And let me be the first to say, ORIGINALITY IS HARD.
AHHH.

Hahaha.
ilyoualllll.

It WAS a good game...

But no, we didn't win. 20-22.

I'm. completely. depressed.
and here's the catch - I SHOULDN'T be. I got to see Morgan and Daniel, Kyleigh's back in Moore, and I talked to Morgan more on a cellphone today than ever.

I want to cry so incredibly bad.

When Morgan first got there, I was so excited. Like, I jumped over the rail to see him and hug him. But for some stupid reason, it was... awkward.
Then we go to the Westmoore side, since Casey's going to be preforming that way, and he introduces me to these really fun, bright, and happy WM girls that are his friends.
I hate them. Oh, they have no clue.
They pop off, saying something about how this girl, 'Jolee' is in love. And they want to know if he likes her.

And, christ, he doesn't say anything, and I have to act like I'm looking for Casey. Which I wasn't - I was trying to not listen.

I really, really, really thought that he knew, ya know?


...
Anyways, I didn't tell him that I could date now.
I think, after that, I just kind of blah-ed out.
He went and sat with his sister and just told me to call him or whatever.
I called him twice.
He was with his friends. The ones I met.

I'm hopeless, here, and it's killing me.
I shouldn't have to scream to get someone to hear me.

...Right?

...

the
MOORE LIONS
are going to win this year.

GO HOME, WESTMOORE JAGFAGS.

Theories? Science? JESUS SAVES!

So on the bus today, I had a slight run-in with an old classmate whom I've known since kindergarten.

She was telling Shawn and I about Brittany and Andrew (Andrew's one of my BFFL. He's amazing. Like, he even took me to eighth grade formal. Brit, I don't care for. Anime freak that she is, we have NOTHING in common and she's just stranger than anything. Ever. But I'm okay with her. Since, you know, Andrew's DATING her and has been since Feb.). They've obvioulsy hit some kind of rough patch, and when I asked why, here's the Whitni-fied explanation:

"Well, okay, so Brittany doesn't like to be kissed or anything, but she deals with a kiss on the cheek for Andrew. Anyways, the other day when she was leaving Andrew's house..." (she scoots toward the end of the seat, and I'm thinking OHMYGOSH, WHAT ALREADY?!) "...he tried to kiss her on the lips."

My thoughts: So. Flipping. WHAT.

BUT. Then she CONTINUED:
"He kind of pulled her towards him, and she pulled away, but he like, grabbed her wrist like this..." (She demonstrates on poor ol' Shawn, who I have as a friend as well, by wrapping her hand in a tight grip around his wrist, who grimaces. I'm sorry Shawn. I wouldn't want her AIDS infected hand on me, either. Long story.) "and MADE her kiss him!"

I gaped. I gawked. I cried "TELL ME IT ISN'T SO!" inwardly. But... Andrew? Abusive?

Me: "...Andrew didn't try anything, right?"
Whitney: "HE KISSED HER."
Me: "Oh, really? I COULDN'T TELL."
Shawn: "No, I don't think he 'tounged' or whatever you call it, Lauren."
Me: "....Well... Then I can see where the frustration at not getting to kiss your own girlfriend would come about. And if he feels guilty, like you said he did, I don't think you should even be disclosing this to us."
Whitney: "But Brittany's the VICTIM."
Me: "BUT ANDREW IS NOT A MONSTER. STHU."

Whit & Shawn babbled on about something for a while, and then...

Whitney: "Yeah, so Andrew pulled a major Michael."
(Michael = Her ex, who broke up with her to be friends. She says they never got intimate, but I can affirm that they were nasty down by the creek. Her mouth... UGH.)
Me: "...Sorry, but can I theorize on something without you guys getting offended?"
Whitney: (shrugs) "Whatever. I don't really get mad."
Me: "Well, okay, why did you and Michael break up?"

She proceeds to tell me that they broke up because he was in "LOVE" (I don't believe her, here...) with another girl, and she was hormonal one day and went off on him completely.

Me: (bluntly) "So... it's your fault."
Whitney: "HE. WAS. IN. LOVE. WITH. SOMEONE. ELSE."
Me: "BUT HE WANTED TO BE FRIENDS, AND NOW YOU HATE HIM."
Shawn: "Chill out, guys."
Me: "Sorry if this offends, but I don't see how anyone can be so utterly in love [to give their partner ORAL INTERCOURSE] and when they break up, hate them! LOVE NEVER FAILS."
Whitney: "Does too!" (widens eyes, looks dumb and possessed) "It happens to everyone all the time! You don't know because it just hasn't happened to you yet!"
Me: "That's not love, Whitney. That's imminent like."


:)

School Days, School Days...

So I'm at school right now.
In computer class.
AKA - the place where most of my school-time NaNo-ing will be done.
Oh, and where I'll be checking my NANOMAIL.
So if you're on NaNo, PM me... In late Ocotber/November.

:)

Lauren.

Once Upon a Time...

Lauren never got irritated like this.

asjkdaslkjdhagkjfafdh.

Why, oh why, does this irritate me? Besides the fact that she says this every day?:

[17:08] LizAliz: you know.
[17:08] LizAliz: i'm reading a wiki article on Bell Swan
[17:08] LizAliz: Bella*
[17:08] LizAliz: and it's like.. me O:
[17:08] LizAliz: minus the pale part
[17:09] LizAliz: I actually do have brown hair with auburn tips at the end o_O
[17:09] LizAliz: and i'm actually that short
[17:09] LizAliz: and my nails aren't that long because I bite them..
[17:09] LizAliz: maybe there's an edward for me somewhere

YOU AND NO ONE ARE LIKE BELLA SWAN.
PLUS, YOU ARE AN ASIAN WHO ISN'T ALL THAT SLENDER AND DEFINETELY NOT PALE.

AND NO, EDWARDS DO NOT EXIST, AND IT'S NOT OKAY TO PRETEND THEY DO. PRINCE CHARMING DOESN'T EITHER. GET OVER IT.
kthxbye.

----

Ugh. I don't know why that hacked me off. Probably just because Chantelle's driving me UP A WALL with her smartassiness. *Hah, sorry*.

Like, okay, look at this: You have two points, ci? (0,-2) and (0,4). Here's the equation to plug them in:

(huge square root sign over everything, btw)
(x2 - x1)squared + (y2 - y1)squared
which, filled in except for the last felhipping part is:
(0 - 0) squared + (4 - y1)
...CHANTELLE. TWO MINUSES DO NOT MAKE A MINUS LIKE THIS: (4 - 2)
YOU RETARD.
She was literally YELLING AT ME because I was trying to explain that a negative 2, next to a minus, made the equation filled in with (4 - (-2) equalling (4 + 2) FOR TWENTY MINUTES.

I don't care if you need me to help you.
But the yelling, AFTER you've been a turdface to everyone who's "not cool" in your book?
NO WAY, HOSEA.

Oh, oh...

Sugar ain't as sweet as you,
Oh, Oh,
Monkey see as Monkey do,
and I could get addicted,
Sure as every movie ends,
Oh, Oh... Yeahhhh...

That almost makes grammar look like brain science. Hahahaha.

I'm bored.

This Little Flaw of Mine...

Wow.

So the concert was amazing and I now own a pair of light-up antennae on a headband and a Relient K shirt (YES!).

But Morgan wasn't THERE.

It kind of threw me, and I was disturbed for a while since he said that he was going to actually possibly be there. He could've been teasing, but mannnn...

So I called him. While Bowling for Soup was playing.
He had to WORK. :O

But his dad and two cousins were there, he said, and that it totally sucked that he couldn't go. D:

NO KIDDING.
I WAS GOING TO TELL HIM YES, DANG IT ALL.

But anywho.
The concert didn't even get close to rivaling the BSBs live and fifth row, dead center. I LOVE THEMMMM.

AHAHKSJDHKASJDHFKDAHF

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! YESSSSSSSS!

I'm doing this in points (a, b, c, ect.) because I'm so flipping tired and OH SO EXCITED:


a) We threw the BEST surprise party EVER for Amanda, and I was the genius that distracted her. SHE LOVED IT. I LOVED IT.
b) Ky, Amanda, and I are engaged to eachother. In the "hahaha" friend way. Not the literal one. Haha.
c) I'M ALLOWED TO GO TO THE CONCERT, even though her parents won't be there and we're staying until MIDNIGHT. YESSSS.
d) Morgan's going to -maybe- be at Frontier City at the same time I am. AHH.
e) I found out, after a long and awkward talk with my mother *shudder*, that I'm allowed to date. Which leads us to...

f) I could possibly be more-than-friends with a boy named Morgan very soon. VERY soon.

g) My parents like Morgan. Morgan is good. AMAZING, even. (Mom thinks he's sweet and looks nice. Ha, ha, Mom.)


Today's been one of those days were I want to IMPLODE with happiness. :D

I AM NOT FIVE.

I really and truly don't understand why I can't go to Frontier City with Kyleigh, Amanda, and Amanda's boyfriend, ALL OF WHOM ARE CHURCH FRIENDS, without parental supervision.

THIS IS NOT HORMONES TALKING, EITHER.

Dad's all like "Well, even if it's completely free, you're not going without Carrie or Andy being there." Which, um, it's Amanda's sixteenth birthday. I SWEAR, if I can't go, I'm going to cry. School's too much non-fun to miss out on this.

alkjdlskjdasd. I WANT YOU, RELIENT K. MAKE MY DADDY LET ME GO.

I am not five, as I pointed out. I'm FIFTEEN.

Love Bites.

[16:45] morgan: so
[16:45] morgan: i think im in love
[16:45] elderberryness: orly?
[16:45] morgan: madly in love
[16:45] elderberryness: oooOoh.
[16:45] morgan: yes i know
[16:45] morgan: its crazy
[16:46] elderberryness: pssh. of course, you're crazy, so no difference there.
[16:46] elderberryness: hahajk. :)
[16:46] morgan: lol
[16:46] morgan: but dont you know who im madly and insanely in love with?
[16:46] elderberryness: okay - who?
[16:47] morgan: YOU!
[16:47] elderberryness: ahaha!
[16:47] morgan: :-D
[16:47] elderberryness: ;P
[16:47] elderberryness: you ARE crazy!
[16:47] morgan: haha
[16:47] morgan: i know
[16:48] elderberryness: ergh. i miss youuuu.
[16:48] morgan: aw
[16:48] morgan: really?
[16:48] elderberryness: YES.
[16:48] morgan: dang
[16:48] morgan: so then you do like me
[16:48] elderberryness: who said I didn't ever like you?
[16:49] morgan: =-O
[16:49] elderberryness: hahaha.
[16:49] morgan: well
[16:49] morgan: one time i asked you out and you said no
[16:49] elderberryness: yeaaah.
[16:50] morgan: so then you dont like me?
[16:50] morgan: lol
[16:50] morgan: jk
[16:50] elderberryness: lol.
[16:50] elderberryness: i DO like you.
[16:50] elderberryness: but.
[16:50] morgan: ?
[16:51] elderberryness: i'm not going out with anyone. yet. at all.
[16:51] morgan: why not?
[16:51] elderberryness: parents.
[16:51] elderberryness: or so they've "suggested."
[16:52] morgan: suggested you get a bf?
[16:52] elderberryness: no.
[16:52] elderberryness: against it.
[16:52] morgan: what do you mean?
[16:52] elderberryness: they would "prefer" if I didn't date for, like, another year.
[16:53] elderberryness: (except my mom, who thinks I'm always sating someone secretly on the side.)
[16:53] morgan: how gay
[16:53] elderberryness: yeeaah.
[16:54] elderberryness: :/
[16:54] morgan: "/
[16:56] morgan: yeah
[16:56] morgan: i miss you too

"Yeah. I miss you too. Doesn't change a thing - Sorry."

BATMAN!

nanananananananananana....

:D

Random love, mah baybayz.

Royally SICK.

I don't feel good at all.
Like, I've been asleep since nine, and I wake up at eleven, and am sitting here writing this because YESTERDAY, I went to sleep at SEVEN, woke up at TEN, and then proceeded to sleep more.
I have a four-day stomach ache that I think one of my friends gave me. IT'S THE THIRD DAY OF SCHOOL.

Anyways.
I missed you guys, so I'm way sorry that IM, at least in the mornings, is totally and completely out of the question on school days, but of course, if I'm still sick like this in a few days, I may be staying home.
In that case, talk to me. Please. Ha.

CLASS SUMMARY, for anyone who likes to read what I write when I'm so dead bored like this:

FIRST HOUR - CHEMISTRY - Mrs. Ferguson's okay, I guess, but she's monotone, and since we're already taking notes, I'd like to be able to fall asleep. She gets absolutely no points for making us convert fifty L/g/m problems on the third day, and it really doesn't help that this is in the MORNING, after I've woken up at six to catch the bus which, mind you, is actually really cool because I know most of the people who ride it. Mostly.

SECOND HOUR - SOFTWARE APPS. - Actually, they should call this class 'Typing That Fools Anyone Who Thinks That Software is Even Involved in This Class', but it's all good. The teacher is my former HWJH assistant principal's (who liked me, thank goodness) wife, Mrs. Lewis, and she's pretty monotone too. Oh, and she expects us to type perfectly without opening our eyes. Ha, ha, ha.

THIRD HOUR - GEOMETRY - We have a younger teacher in this one named Ms. Smith (who is also the cheer coreographer, no kidding) who's really cool. She's down-to-Earth and actually has an idea of what she's doing in the class. Points for outright telling us that she's only looking at our papers at a glance - if most of them are right, and you've put effort into it, you make a 100.

FOURTH HOUR - SCIENCE SEMINAR - VERY COOL CLASS, but I have no friends in there. Like, I have the entire back row to myself every day, and no one wants to talk to the ONLY SOPHOMORE in the class. Crazy, huh? Anywho, you make a Science Fair project, and your ultimate goal is to go to Internationals. We work with OU, and tons of mentors, but we get to pick what we study and go wild, which as much as it scares the eternal crap out of me, I love.

Lunch. Woo. No better than last year. Probably worse. Blah. Three weeks until I can leave campus, or so Dad says.

FIFTH HOUR - DRAMA II - AHHH! I love Mrs. Baugus with all of my teacher-loving heart! She sold me a freakin' sweet hoodie from last year for five bucks, and since our class is only made up of 15 or 16 people, I know close to everyone. Drama kids are amazingly nice. We're doing skits at the moment, but are going to be working on The Pajama Game, which is WAY cute, for this fall. I'll be happy just to dance in it. :D

SIXTH HOUR - ENGLISH II - Mrs. Bronson is so sweet. She's taught for, like, ever, and I don't know how she can still be nice to kids. There's only fifteen in our class, but all of us are cool and like to have fun, which, uh, is GOOD. I don't know how SHE could be the one that assigned us that stupid, idiotic Summer reading. I refuse to believe it.


LOVE YOU GUYS! Hope I'm up and running soon, just so I can talk to you!

HIGH SCHOOL NEVER ENDSSS.

WOW. I LOVE IT.
It's so amazing.
That's all I'm going to say.
I'm burning up and dead tired.

:D

HYPERVENTILATION.

I don't know if I spelled that right, but HOLY CRAP.
SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW.
SUMMER IS OVER.
I HAVE TO GO BE A NEW KID.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Music andddd...

LYRICS! A POST ABOUT LYRICS!
Actually, just a post of lyrics. I'm not creatively inclined to write today. :)

Inconsolable

BSB

I close the door
Like so many times, so many times before
Felt like a scene on the cutting room floor
When I let you walk away tonight
Without a word

I try to sleep, yeah
But the clock is stuck on thoughts of you and me
A thousand more regrets unraveling, ohh
If you were here right now, I swear,
I'd tell you this

CHORUS:
Baby I don't want to waste another day
Keeping it inside it's killing me
Cause all i ever want, it comes right down to you
I'm wishing I could find the words to say
Baby I would tell you every time you leave
I'm inconsolable

I climb the walls
I can see the edge but I can't take the fall, no.
I've memorized the number
So why can't I make the call?
Maybe 'cause I know you'll always be with me
In the possibility


CHORUS:
Baby I don't want to waste another day
Keeping it inside it's killing me
Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you
I'm wishing I could find the words to say
Baby I would tell you every time you leave
I'm inconsolable

I don't want to be like this,
I just want to let you know,
Everything that I'm holding,
Is everything I can't let go, can't let go.

CHORUS:
Baby I don't want to waste another day
Keeping it inside it's killing me
Cause all I ever want, it comes right down to you
I'm wishing I could find the words to say
Baby I would tell you every time you leave
I'm inconsolable

Don't you know it baby
I don't want to waste another day

I'm wishing I could find the words to say
Baby I would tell you every time you leave
I'm inconsolable

“Putting words down is where the magic is.”
-Stephenie Meyer.

AHHHH.

Dearest Stephenie,

PLEASE KEEP MAKING ME HAVE THESE AMAZING HEART ATTACKS.

Love,
Lauren.



Via Amazing... I mean, Amazon.

It's the Last Weekend...

...before school. Ugh.

I don't WANT to go to school. I'm not looking forward to a year of Kaydee Shaw, being a sophomore, and superbad homework.

Speaking of Superbad, that looks awesome. *want to see*

Anywho, I'm deadbeat bored. Ugggh.

Ttyl. :)

High School Never Ends.

It's kind of strange without those quotes. Scary, almost.

So, I got my schedule today, for MHS. Ugh. Almost none of my friends (except that took drama with me both this and last year) are in the same classes as me!

1st Hour: Pre-AP Chem 1 - Valerie Ferguson
2nd Hour: Software App. 1 - Gina Lewis
3rd Hour: Geometry - Ashley Smith
4th Hour: Sci Seminar Honors - Macie Viets
5th Hour: Play Production - Karlynn Evans-Baugus
6th Hour: Pre-AP English 2 - Donna Bronson

I DIDN'T APPLY TO TAKE SOFTWARE APPLICATIONS. I KNOW THAT ALREADY.
Argh. Whatever. It's only for a semester, and then I have to take Oklahoma History (like we'd actually have some that's interesting and doesn't invovle cowboys, Indians, and the fight for land).

Anywho, I'm still on an Eclipse high. (*I love you, Edward Masen Cullen!!! You're amazing!*) Stephenie's flaunting her stuff and seeing as how she caused more than ten Oklahomans to show up at a Wal*Mart at midnight, she has every right in the world to.

I'd like to bite off Audrey's head. She ignored me at the meeting thing-y.

HAPPY ECLIPSE DAY!

I LOVE YOU, STEPHENIE. YOUR BOOK IS WONDERFUL.

Sigh. Okay.
We ended up getting it at ten this morning. No one at Walmart last night would help us, and when we finally did get help, the lady said "only the book people could put out the books, and shipments came in at midnight". Meaning that it was BACK there, and yet no one would open a box. She was also talking about how many people, in MOORE ALONE, had come in at midnight and asked for that specific book, because she was stunned at the publicity. I felt like a dork, all dressed up and without a book. Idiots.
Turns out they only ordered four copies too. How DUMB.
But we got it. I read it. It's fantastico.
Oh, and we went to Ihop at one in the morning. Way fun. :)

Pictures later!! :D

It's the End of the World.

Ha, ha. Just kidding.
Actually, that was the topic Kyleigh and I picked to do some writing about, and we're trying to pull a StephMey and write our favorite, most vivid scenes first. :)

Here 'yar.

The palm tree beside us burst into flames.
I stared at it for a minute, and then turned back to him. “Nice one, oh ye of large fury.”
“Yeah, thanks.” He responded sarcastically. “Now that I know you truly fear me beyond all rightful reason, we can get on with things.” He rolled his eyes. “You fickle humans don’t know when and what to fear.”
“Oh, and like you’re not human,” I retorted, irritated. He was treating me like I was something fragile and stupid; something to be kept in a zoo.
He looked over at me for a second, his bright green eyes almost curious, then turned away, chuckling.
“What?” I asked, fuming. “What’s so funny about that? I don’t see why…”
“I’m only half-human, Delilah.” He said in an every-day tone, not bothering to break his stride as I tried to follow him.
“You’re what?” I squeaked. “But… No. I mean, you’ve got the cool little powers and everything, but so do a lot of other people right now. So what; the whole city is wack! That doesn’t make you not completely human, and plus, I don’t exactly see scales or wings or…”
Zach spun around to face me, his emerald eyes glittering dangerously. “They save the wings for the nephilim.”
I gaped at him. “Are you… Angels…?”
“They’re angel mixed with human. Obviously, I’m not any part angel, or I’d be over there fighting in this stupid…” He drifted off, making exasperated hand motions. “This… whatever it is.”
I pulled myself back together enough to form complete sentences, and spoke slowly enough to make sure I was saying what I meant, and not what was rushing though my mind. “You’re saying that everything is happening because there’s some kind of war between half-angels and…?” I didn’t know what to say. ‘Hellions’ didn’t quote cut the mustard, and the way he was looking at me, cool and distant, made me think that if I’d said it, he would’ve most likely fried me.
He sighed, and dully quoted Isaac Newton. “‘With every force, there is an equal and opposite force.’ I think you have an idea what this force is, though I really doubt you have the slightest clue of how that force works, and I’ll leave it at that. Plus, you’re a good girl. You don’t need nightmares like this just yet.” He smiled sweetly, ruffled my hair playfully, and started walking again. All the sudden, I didn’t care if he fried me. I was so angry that he wasn’t telling me anything. “You’re a demon, then? Some spawn of Satan?” I blurted.
He laughed loudly, but didn’t bother answering me.
“Zach!” I yelled, as he started getting ahead of me. “Seriously! What if I can figure out why this is happening?”
He stopped walking and turned around, still smiling a little. “Then you’re as good as gold, love.” He shrugged, laughing lightly, and went back to walking. “It won’t save you. I know the reason for this chaos, and it won’t save me, either. But hey, nice try, you know.”
I groaned in frustration. He wasn’t making this easy, fun, or even simple.
“I’m fighting then!” I yelled at him.
He threw his hands up. “I don’t care, Delilah. Do whatever you want.”
“Well, good. I’m siding with the angel-people.”
It worked. He froze. Except I really didn’t expect him to do what he did.
His eyes narrowed, and he walked up, faster than anyone I’d ever met, until we were face to face. It reminded me of those movies, where the character thinks that they’re going to be dead; my heart started racing, and I caught myself holding my breath, like that would set him off.
“You don’t understand the concept of war. You don’t know what sacrifice is, and you sure as anything don’t know what the nephilim are and what they stand for.” His voice was deadly and smooth, his breath very nearly cold as it hit my face from above his staggered height. “You’re human. Any superior being would have the right mind to blow you away and leave you for dead in a time like this. You are nothing, and they are immortal. All humans ever do is get in the way.”
“So why don’t you kill me then, Zach.” I spat with force. “Get it over with.” I was shocked that I even had the guts to retaliate like that, and even more shocked that I was staring him in the eye with a brazen ability that I never knew I had. It apparently was new to him, too, and he seemed speechless for a moment.
“You want me to kill you?”
“It’s going to happen anyway, isn’t it? At least your freaky power is quick and easy to do it with, so I won’t suffer much.”
He moaned. “It’s not a freaky power. Stop calling it that.”

TooooNiIIiIghhhttt.

TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT KYLEIGH AND I GO BOMBARD WALMART FOR ECLIPSE. :D

Go see the quote. I'm too lazy to post it. It's from JANE.
...It almost sounds like Bella doesn't get turned in this book. But then again, um, they're talking to JANE. The VOLTURRI's Jane.

Hah. I shall totally post pics. We're going to take a thousand of them. (Disclaimer - Don't hold me to that number. If I hear any smartalekness about it, consider yourself spammed.)

Seven hoursss. That seems like forever, even though I know it's really not going to be long. Plus, reading Eclipse will be absolutely worth it. Once again, if Edward doesn't come out on top, I'm going to hunt down Stephenie and pull the I HATE YOU card. I'd literally cry. Like a baby. An Edward-addicted baby.

Ky and I made shirts. They're wayyy rad.

Anyways, love you all much, and hope that you're spazzing out too. :)

Haha.

Kyleigh's over. We're having a three-day Eclipse Bash. :D
ROCK. ON.

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (8/5/07)
“You’ve experienced the way I can manipulate the emotions around myself, Bella, but I wonder if you realize how the feelings in a room affect me. I live every day in a climate of emotion. For the first century of my life, I lived in a world of bloodthirsty vengeance. Hate was my constant companion.” — Jasper Hale

IthinkImightjustlikeJasper,too. :) Kyleigh would pick him if Edward wasn't there. (Yeah, what a friend, huh? Goes for MY guy...)

Take a Bet.

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (8/4/07)
“I never thought I’d see the day where I’d be willing to take a bet against you, Alice, but it has arrived.” — Bella Swan

You go girl. Just... Stay with Ed, 'kay?

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (8/3/07) “The right thing isn’t always real obvious. Sometimes the right thing for one person is the wrong thing for someone else. So…good luck figuring that out.” — Charlie Swan

I really like Charlie, just for being a cute-ish dad. He's like every dad - he says the right things, mixed in, sometimes, by the wrong.

I'M GOING SHOPPING TOMORROW. WOO.

I haven't updated T's blog lately, but I'm at an imaginative block for the moment, and I'm too tired to care. So when one can possibly create itself in my head, I'll make it super-long.

I went to Michael's and Hobby Lobby today with my Mom and Molly. Mom told my brother and I at lunch that yeah, we were going to be money tight for a while, so we weren't probably going to be able to get new shoes for school, which, coming from my mother, annoys me slightly.
She bought rocks at Michael's because 'she had an idea'. ...Hmmm... New shoes... Rocks... Yeah, rocks. More important. Probably for something with her trolls she's supposedly going to sell, which I doubt.

Sorry. Irritated.
lakdjlaskdjalgjdfad.

Ahaha. CALEBBB.

Bwahaha. I'm so tickled.

Caleb Kasldkajsdljahadlfhowski (It's actually Cajkowski, but we totally mutilate his name) works at JC Penny's, so I found out, which is TOTALLY fun, since he was all like trying to talk to me, but he's not allowed to, so he could only smile and give me a dirty look. Ahaha. He liked me at one time and we went on a "date" (which, aka, means that we hung out. The end) is with the REST of the school at Incredible Pizza (which, if you don't know, is like Chucky Cheese on steroids). But we're cool now.

Chels IMed me about the same time Morgan did, which was like "OKAY. WHERE HAVE YOU ALL BEEN ALL THIS SUMMER?!" But whatev.

Linketh to the Morgan convo. It's long, just as a forewarning.

:D

FRIENDS, COME HITHER! I'VE MISSED YOU!

...PS:I didn't kiss him. PROMISE.

Whaaoow.

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (8/2/07)
“I know you think that I have some kind of perfect, unyielding self-control, but that’s not actually the case.” — Edward Cullen

...I can't believe you don't "prefer" blondes.

And everything (pretty much everything, at least) underneath this statement is for my own mental sanity, and I'm really sorry if you don't understand it. Eek.


So I just had the best IM conversation last night, and if I was home right now, I'd copy/paste it so everyone can read it. But I'm not, so I can't, and you'll have to trust me that this actually happened.
MORGAN IM'd ME. Like, for the first time since the beginning of last year. I about had a major heart attack.
We talked for a couple hours, actually. He wanted to know about Europe, and I wanted to know about whatever he did this summer (besides play the guitar --- the showoff) (AND, he happened to mention that he wasn't going to Moore High for nine weeks, but I'm still not sure he wasn't just lying), and he started talking about not working at the paintball place anymore, and then broke off on how just that day, his girfriend dumped him, but that was okay because he was going to dump her but he didn't want to hurt her.
Which, obviously, brought upt he whole tope of MY love life. No kidding. His exact question was "hows the love life". Ahaha.
I laughed, and he was all "seriously!", so I had to tell him that it was the exact same as before, with the whole non-existant thing going on. He told me he was sorry, and that he was there for me, and would be my fall back, which if you know the whole story about the many times he's asked me out, is pretty dang funny. He talked about when he asked me out the last time, when I laughed and said no, and then we just dropped it and started doing the whole random talking again.
And then he stopped talking for a while.
When he came back, he told me his ex-girlfriend had called, and told him that she was getting back together with her ex that she broke up with before she went out with before him, saying that she 'really LOVED him, and not in the kid way', which really upset him.
SO.
I told him he wasn't allowed to be sad because no one was there to hug him (again, you have to know the whole Math Class story), and he said that sucked, because he wasn't going to be happy for a while.

Anyways, he told me he had to go, and that he missed me, and wanted to hang out on Friday, which probably isn't going to happen since that's Mom's only day off.

UGH, I hate this.

My First True Love....

... IS TOTALLY COMING BACK IN THIRTEEN DAYS OR SO. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
BUT, if you're the fan that I am, you'll notice that there are FIVE sets of feet in the picture, when KEVIN has left...
Does this mean something?
WHY IS MY LIFE FULL OF MYSTERIES AT THE MOMENT?! (See StephMey Quote.)

Coughcough.

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (8/1/07)
“I can’t imagine how awful that must feel. Being normal? Ugh.” — Bella Swan

I hate this. She could be sarcastic or actually mean it, meaning... Well.
UGH. STEPHENIE, DO YOU HAVE THE SLIGHTEST CLUE WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME?!

---

Also.
Please pray, or whatever you do, for all those who were injured, lost a life, or has a loved one in the Minnesota I-35 Bridge Incident.

Dunananannnan.

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (7/30/07)
“Maybe you should pick on people your own size.” — Charlie Swan

Yes, indeed. Go away, you puny vampiress. I am a POLICEMANNN. :)

Suzieshots.

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (7/30/07)
“Would you please tell me what you are thinking? Before I go mad?” — Edward Cullen


Ahaha. :)
Iloveyou,EdwardCullen.

ANNNDDD...
This is Suzie.



...And this is Suze and meee. :)

You're not the only one, Jess!

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (7/29/07)
“I feel like screaming!” — Jessica Stanley

ABOUT WHAT?! TELL ME NOW OR I'LL SCREAM!
Arghintheface.
These clues are killing me.

This Funny Feelin' Inside

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (7/28/07)
“I offered eternal servitude, remember. I’m your slave for life.” — Jacob Black

Aw, that's really sweet. Can't you imagine him saying that with this funny smile on his face, kind of shrugging? ....Yeah, okay, so it's probably just me.

Anywho, so Casey went and saw Hairspray last night, so of course, she got to brag about it to me all over the place, hah. I'm jealous majorly, but I think we're going to a movie tonight, so I can't really complain.

Peggy leaves tomorrow. I GET MY BED BACK. FINALLY.

You are the music in meee....

***Eclipse Quote of the Day*** (7/27/07)
“It’s a good thing you’re bulletproof.” — Bella Swan

Okay. So. I'm better. I'm not upset anymore. Thank goodness.
If you've watched Disney lately, you may have noticed that song, "The Music in Me" from HSM2!! It's been stuck in my head, and I don't even know all the words. I LOVEEE ITTT.

Just, ya know, saying. :)