Alright, OPHELIA!!!

It's three AM.

But I'm so incredibly hyper.

Although it's not the Talon story, it's a story, and Ophelia, the Goddess of Yeah Whatever's, and her brother, the God of This Sucks Let's Kill it, have bestowed on me the luxuory of being able to write it.

(Tease: It's not Fantasy, all the names actually came to me spontaneously, and every character in it so far should be under arrest.)

DO YOU HEAR THIS?! NO MORE CANADA!

Writer's Block ends NOW.

Also, Katie, move your butt along on that WR post. I can't contain myself. ;)

ERAGON IS BOMB.

Edward Speelers, right?

NO.

EDWARD FLIPPING SPEELERS!!!!!!!!



Ow.
When did he actually become all that appealing?
Because as far as I can remember,
he wasn't.

Hmmm...

What Would've Happened - A Very Bad Draft.

So I realize that no one was happy with the Clara thing that happened. But to show you that "people" were, in fact, vouching for survival and some kind of demented happiness, here's the second or third try that got written up - something that has nothing to do with the story anymore, so Don't Even Go There.

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I could sit here and watch him for hours. Chest rising and falling, so calmly, only every now and then breaking into a cold sweat and, ranging on how bad his dreams were, would scream, cry, whisper, or sob out words with no sense.

His pain filled me, but when I would sit there and choke, almost physically go blind, it made me feel like maybe I was taking some of it - if even the tiniest uncountable fraction - from him.

Numerous times, Jasper had been called in when he wasn't busy with Alice or other business that he was trying to settle into, just so I could get some sleep, but that was before the fall-out, and before I was on my own. The only person who remotely tries to help is Carlisle, but we're on some tough speaking terms right now. I think the only reason I'm around him is that he's around Zach, and even then, we both tense up and I have to fight the slight tug of emotional pain he's feeling.

It started a couple of days back, and I don't mean to sound melodramatic, but every single one of them has started something with me in these past few days.

Alright, maybe I mean it.

Sunday morning, Carlisle came in during chapel hours - something I was firmly against going to, on behalf of the whole 'dead-vampire-who-almost-killed-her-fiance' thing. He checked Zach's vitals and gave me a summarized update of what was going on. Compared to the other weeks that I'd been sitting here, nothing was different except the ferocity of his nightmares and the longer periods of lucidity he was experiencing, unfortunately, all under doctors watch, so I couldn't talk or go near him...

"No, where is she?! Where's Clara?"

God, it killed sometimes...

"KEEP THEM AWAY! YOU HAVE TO KEEP THEM AW-!"

And other times, it just felt like I was stabbed over and over.

"Clara, we need to talk." Carlisle said.

I glanced up at him worriedly.

"There's no problem with Zach," he said calmly, answering the unspoken question. "I just need to talk about you for a few minutes."

He adusted his pants legs and sat in the chair across from me as I moved my feet out of it. "You've been in this room for almost three months," he said carefully. "You've been waiting this thing out, and don't get me wrong, that's extremely commendable."

I just watched him. Something was bugging him, and he didn't want to say it.

"But Clara, what if he's messed up after this? What if he never wakes up? What if it's years and years before he even bothers to open his eyes for even half a day?"

"Years and years are nothing." I said, my voice dry.

"No, they're not." He frowned and took off the spectacles resting on the edge of his nose, looking down at the floor. "And I refuse to believe that there aren't people out there that are completely smitten with you and how you..."

"I can't even go back to school, Carlisle," I said angrily. "There's not a single person that I can think of who would like to even be around me right now."

Carlisle sighed, and there was a slight tapping at the door. Both of us looked up to see Edward peering in, cautious.

"Can I have a word?" he asked me, Carlisle practically jumping to his own feet.

I remembered Bella's words: "The doctor was in on it..." They didn't escape my memory, and I knew it was no coincidence Edward had stepped in. He settled down as Carlisle left, although across the room, on the other side of Zach.

"How is he?" he wondered aloud, his tawny eyes running over the monitors.

"He's better. Always better."

Edward stared at me, his eyes shockingly brutal, and I couldn't meet his glance.

"Are you still wearing his ring?" he asked finally, breaking the silence.

I swallowed, and then narrowed my eyes in his direction. "You have eyes, don't you?"

"Yes, I guess I do." he murmered.

I knew he hadn't been asking me about the ring in particular - but why I wasn't wearing it. It was lying on the uppermost drawer of the hospital chest that was at the back of Zach's room, wrapped up in tissue paper. It hadn't felt right wearing it without him to claim ownership to it.

I was becoming a prominent member in the 'hate life' society.

"Carlisle talked to me about Zach."

My heart sank. He was going to bring up the small fact disclosed to me only the week before that had made me take off the ring and be so careful around Zach.

"Oh?"

"Yes." Edward paused. "He told me that Zach may not be the same after this incident, and that he may not..." he hesitated.

"Not want me." I said blandly.

"Right... Are you okay, Clara?"

I groaned. "Use your eyes, Ed. I'm not exactly diving into a pool of unrequitted happiness right now. If you're talking about with Zach - about rethinking my promise - I'm fine."

"Mm." he replied, and we sat there for a few more minutes.

And then, "I have someone that I'd like you to meet, Clara, if you'll give him a chance."

There was a chilling silence and my eyes shot over at him, appalled.

"He's a great guy, and you need to get out a little, at lea..."

"I'm not dating."

"Clara..."

"What happened," I started, my voice raising of it's own accord, "to understanding and patience and all those things you FED to me about how reasonable I was acting? What happened to waiting with me, sitting with me, praying and hoping and talking about him?"

He frowned. "There's absolutely NO reason to get defensive abou..."

"THERE DAMNED WELL IS A REASON TO GET DEFENSIVE."

Edward stood up and threw back his chair against the wall, the corner of a plastic edge embedding into the cold white walls, his face deforming into a mask of rage brought on by impatience and stress, most of which I had been causing lately.

"The ENTIRE family knows you're HURTING, CLARA! It's about time you take some ADVICE instead of being IGNORANT!"

I gawked at him. "You got the family involved?!"

He crossed his arms stonily. "You wouldn't listen any other way."

I said a word that I don't even want to write that I said and fought the urge to kick someone.

"WHAT ELSE WERE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?!" he exclaimed, furious.

"Back the hell off? Pull your head out of your ASS?"

"Oh, very mature, Clara." He said mockingly. "I see we're back to the realistic options in this situation."

I screamed angrily and threw up my hands before I was gone, off in the middle of LaPush, shaking and crying, cussing and screaming.

Eventually, Dhart came over and draped an arm over me, both of us pulled down into the very edge of the shoreline.

"Dammit," I said sadly.

He sighed. "Yeah. I know."

"He wasn't being harsh." A cool voice said from back behind us, on the hill. We both turned around.

Jasper.

"I don't want to talk to you." I said calmly, knowing he would hear me. He just laughed and shook his head. "No," I said pointedly, "I mean it."

"Clara, come on..." He sounded confused. "It was just something that the family had wanted for you, since Zach's not going to be..." He faded off and sent cooling blasts of erie calmness washing over me, causing even more irritation, before he turned slightly and headed off with a purpose.

"Nonononono... Oh, no..."

Dhart looked at me worriedly. "Excuse me?"

"He knows something I don't." I whispered, hurting. "Oh, my God."

We were back at the hospital, looking at the building in five minutes.

"They're in there," I warned him. "The entire..."

"Family?" He filled in. I nodded bitterly, and he just shrugged. "I'm here, Clara. You're facin' up for Zach, and I'm not going to make you do it alone."

I smiled... Well, as much of a smile as would come. Even his friends were perfect.

"Thanks."

He nodded, and we took our time getting in. Steps slower than a normal human would take took us up stairs instead of the elevator, and through the six hallways (four lefts, two rights) it was to Zach's room.

I took a breath and opened the door.

And there they were.

All eyes were fixed on me, some of them with fury, some with compassion, others with tired indifference.

"I'm not going." Blatantly, I stated that fact. I wasn't going anywhere.

"It's just a date," Rosalie said, put off.

"I'm engaged to someone who's not dead. Whether I choose to show that or not is my choice, too, so don't you dare bring up the ring."

Carlisle cleared his throat, Esme patting his knee.

"We recieved some bad news this morning, sweetheart." he looked around, and for once, all eyes were on him. "Um... Zachary's uncle, Falton Stewart, knows about the whole wolf thing, and also specializes in comatose patients..."

"Zach's going to New York." Emmett said, looking pitiful.

Edward shot him a look, but Carlisle kept looking at me.

"I don't understand." I said carefully.

"His uncle has reserved a private, no-visitors room in the highest possible care anyone in the nation can offer, and to take advantage of this, Zach must be air-lifted to Albany."

"I'm going, too."

He swallowed.

"Oh, my God. Why am I not allowed to?"

"It's a private room, honey, and his uncle hates our kind. Most of the time, Zach's going to be in therapy sessions or-"

"JESUS!" someone exclaimed - a voice, hurting.

A sudden pain ripped through me and I was instantly by his side.

Zach's eyes were closed, tears streaking down his face, his hands clenched into fists by his temples. "Please, oh my God, please make it stop..."

"Ssshhh..." I said, whimpering. "Shhh. It will be okay, it will go away soon, I promise.

A swarm of Cullens, Hales, and Dhart all around him.

"CLARA!" he suddenly exclaimed, and his eyes peeled open. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes.

He looked straight at me - straight into what felt like a million years of knowing me, and said, "Where is she?!"

"Who?" I asked, confused, on the verge of laughing.

"Clara! I need her! I need CLARA!"

I let go of his hand and choked.

I fell to my knees on the floor and everything inside me scrunched up and screamed. I was bawling, uncontrollably, while Zach kept hollering for someone to get Clara; to get his fiancee.

I think I gagged twice. Maybe three times. Only Emmett would know. He's the one that picked me up and carried me out into the hallway. He sat there and held me close and talked to me about nothing that I could comprehend, and looked like he was going to cry too.

"He doesn't know!" I remember crying.

"He will, Clare... He's got to know."

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Obviously, now, it makes no sense. I kind of feel for it anyway, and I know it probably would've been more humane, but it's just kind of 'outta there' Clara-wise.

OH, fanfictiondrama.

Today = Uneventful in Not-So-Many Letters

We had the carpets clean, and oh, I talked to a drunk online.

It's been quite a day, lemme tell ya. [/sarcasmsarcasm]

As much as I'm sure you want to hear about the wonderful carpets, and the fact that no, not a single one of the Stanley Steamer guys was cute, I'll start with the drunk, shall I?

His name is Anthony, and we're close friends. He's just over drinking age, so he does, and once or twice every week he'll come home drunk. Usually, he passes out afterwords and I don't talk to him or anything.

Except, no. Not tonight.

Nah, tonight he decided that he would actually get online and try to talk to me, which was not a good deal. It was like watching a dyslexic type, or something. So I just signed off.

As you can tell, the highlight of my day sucked.

Tomorrow, I'm going to church, coming home, tuning in for the MTV awards pre-show (Twilight clip - it's on at 7:30, I believe), and then trying to do something fun. Lately, I've had this weird feeling, like 'what am I even DOING?!'

In fact, I'm writing this at three in the AM because I WOKE UP at two and couldn't go back to sleep. I was sweating and panting and crap, so it was probably one of those bad dreams you can't remember.

Hmm.

I think I might spend a couple minutes on the latest Clara post (not out, don't even check). It needs it pretty badly.

Also, EIGHTEEN DAYS BEFORE I TURN SIXTEEN.
Except I won't be anywhere near a computer or phone on my birthday - I'll be at church camp, which is definetely the way every girl wants to spend her sixteenth. Maybe I'll call Daniel, Andrew, and Caleb and see what we're going to do, since really, they're the only ones I want to call about it.

Haha. I want to spend my sweet sixteenth with three guys. That's so weird.

Ohh... Maybe David, too. But for that, I'll have to find my cell phone. Crap.

Whird tah yuur motha.

(ps - scheduled surprise post coming tomorrow. you'll like it and hate it at the same time.)

Dear Stephenie, Pt. 3

What's the deal with the chess, darling? I know you claim you have no control, but even I can throw a witch fit long enough for people to realize that a cover should hold a ton of signifigance --- the English teachers of America CRAVE your symbolistic ways!

Also, Jacob Black? He must not win. I swear, I will hunt you down and massacre the first manuscript (and then steal it - BIG FAN!!!).

Anyway, back to topic: I get the idea that maybe the tall white one (that I mysteriously want to take out on a date...) is Edward, and that maybe the short red one is Bella, but WHY? WHY are they not, like, TOGETHER? Where's the wolves? And why is he towering over her like he's going to kill her!?

Are you beginning to see where the witch fit would've come in handy?

Well, you don't take emails anymore - you haven't since three weeks into the first book, so I have to write it this way and pray that you somehow find it. I love you girl, but we need to talk, is basically what I'm trying to push here.

Ciao! God Save Edward!

Lauren

I WANT IT THAT WAY!

Ted Bundy, a really fabulous musician, remembering the people who created pop.
And who still rock my Earth.

(Notice that you can hear the words? That's because the audience is SINGING ALONG!)

ON AUGUST SECOND...

I WILL BE ----> HERE.
YOU WILL BE ---> HERE.

(I searched the closest b&n to Kennebunk...)
(Also, I am attending that party. HECK YES.)

"I Like The Way You Mooov...-

...OW, NO, OW, GET OFF OF ME! I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU MOVE LIKE THAT!"

Drama Banquet memories. Good times.

So I started another Clara post - bear with me here, it's going to be long and weird, but Katie and I collaborated for a part, so it should be kind of interesting to see Annora and Clara have the same experience for once, without having to wait for a reprecussion post.

I have a new favorite word, by the way. It's 'Velleity' (pronounced VELL-uh-tee), which is, by Dictionary, 'a slight wish or tendency; inclination".

I think it's FABULOUS!

Also, I thought you Mainers who know and love this person might like to hear that I found this quote:

"Well, I loved Bloom. LOOOOOOVED it...People, I'm telling you: Read it ASAP. It's smart and layered and real, it feels honest and, yes, it's a swoonfest-o-rama. I loved it." --Bookshelves of Doom

ON NONE OTHER THAN ELIZABETH SCOTT'S WEBSITE.

I was like :O. I kind of know-but-really-don't her! AAH! (aka, know through slight association)

Also, 'Bloom' is terrific. I'm not kidding. It's wholesome amazingness in the package of a book you can't put down in the middle of reading it. If your house caught on fire spontaneously, I don't think it could even spur you to stop reading it.

Yeah.

Well... Maybe not a house fire. That's slightly extreme. But I digress. :)

We're BUTCH!

Haha. Totally watched 'Robinhood: Men in Tights' tonight. Still love it. And the guy who plays Robin? He still reminds me of Westley in 'The Princess Bride', because he happens to be the same actor.

That's right. I'm that deep and thoughtful.

Anyway, I went to the BX (mall thing) on Tinker AFB (Air Force Base - "Keep up with the acronyms!" [-Guy from Transformers]), because my aunt was talking about how Barbera Park, the woman who has a genious mind and wrote the books I started out reading - 'Junie B. Jones' books - was going to be there.

Well, she wasn't.
Turns out, that's JUNE 1st.

Really close. I know.

And also, I was looking at it, and while it's a TOUR, I don't think BP is going to be there, because on every description, it talks about how Junie B. is going to "meet her fans" on the "Stupid Smelly Bus" and perform some stuff out of the books.

I'll probably end up going anyway. :]

So I'm also expecting 'Bloom', by Elizabeth Scott, in the mail pretty soon, which excites me to no end. I think my family's sick of me talking about it, actually. I've looked for her new book, 'Stealing Heaven', which is about a girl who helps her mother steal things for a living trying to make a new life with people she's on the edge of thieving, but cannot find it.

As you can tell, I want it. BADLY.

Anywho, busy Memorial Day tomorrow...
HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY
also.
The entire family's coming over and we're having steak and corn and a whole bunch of FRESH stuff in the backyard.
It's going to be fun.

Enjoy the long weekend, guys!!!

AAahduthghhgh.

It's five in the effigy-ng morning.

I'm de...

I started writing something with de, but it was meant to be exhausted, so you know what? Forget it! I'm going to bed.

[goodnight/goodmorning]

TWO DAYS!

I'm thrilled.

No, no, BEYOND THAT!

Two days of school left, and six finals. Who will win: Lauren or TOD (Tests of Death)?

Bawahaha. :)

I changed my song. I love it. Again, like the other one, I found it on an Old Navy commercial. Honestly, I think Old Navy is the new MTV with the song popularity thing.

Ahah...

I expect the murderous comments to be very nicely and precisely worded.


And AFTER you click that, click here to read my defense, please and thank you.


♥

Fixing Songs.

Because not only are half of them dead-linked,
half of them are crap-qual.

The Last Friday Ever...

...of my Sophomore year of high school.

That's slightly frightening, and also very exciting.

As in "Hey, this is the last Friday you'll have to fight sleep in first hour."
or
"Hey, this is the last Friday you'll have to stand in the cafeteria line forever."
or
"Hey, this is the VERY last Friday you'll spend at Moore High School."

Oh, wait. That last one was scary.

I didn't buy a yearbook, so that kind of made things a little harder memory-wise. Everytime I looked at someones yearbook - signed it, rather - I got this little feeling of nostalgia.

At eighty, would I remember the people who effected me so much this year? The seniors that I'll never see again? The people who won't come back to Oklahoma? The kids that are staying at the old high school?

Oh, MY!

Of course, this caused me to write huge novellas in every person's book (minus Whitney, but I've written in her yearbook every year since kindergarten). They were funny or awkward or sad or (for the ones I didn't know too well) slightly generic.

But it was strange, because I've never felt like I had to do that before. Now it's kind of a do-or-die feeling.

OH, HIGH SCHOOL! The rampant emotions. :)

Of course, we all know about that, right? Eh?

(Just think - Only a few more days of posts about school and the drama inside of the drama that was happening! More posts about... Oh. Huh. Well, we'll see, I guess!)

The Confession.

I am in love with no one.

SUCK IT!

:)

Oh, Baby, Baby.

Alright, so today was awesome.

Firstly, "A", (who I have this stupid crush on... WHY?) stops me on the way to lunch and goes,

"A": "What's your last name?"
Lauren: (sigh) "Reynolds?"
"A": "So it WAS you they were talking about!"
Lauren: (concerned and stunned look) "Ooohhhkaaayyy..."
"A": "Oh, no, it was good, I swear!"

Which was weird, I will not lie. But whatevaah.
And then at lunch...

M.B.W.: "Yeah, so Bronson talked about you in class today."
Lauren: "Oh, crap."
MBW: "Actually, she wasn't shutting up about how great you did in the One Act."
Lauren: (DIES.) "You're LYING!"
MBW: "Haha. Nope. She doesn't give compliments to people's faces."
Lauren: (DIES AGAIN.)
MBW: "I have to say, I'm getting sick of hearing about you. Everyone that's talked about One Acts has talked about you."
Lauren: "STOP ITTTT. I'M GOING TO FREAK OUT AGAINNNN."


Oh, and last night, "A" was all saying hi to people and high fiving and all that jazz, and I was like "Hey, I need to get in on this partay." So I kind of jumped up there and before I even got there he had his arms all open and I was like YESSSSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSs. And yes, it was an amazing hug.

I knew there was a reason I voted him most huggable. :)

But he's totally taken, girls. No hot gossip here.
He's still really nice, though.

Anywhom.

Oh, so I BOUGHT THE HOST TODAY.
It's frigging long. :)
But okay so far.

Also, I won't be able to talk *TOO* much this weekend, because we're having "family bondage (Whoops - BONDING) weekend". JAY KAY. It will be fun. I think.

And Anna, really darling, what are we going to do about our wedding?! I so want to be your unlawfully wedded wusbife. Hahaha.

:(

We'll work it out.

SHANK.

--

In answer to "What, Lauren, is that little blurb of random at the bottom of your last post?", that would be a story I started working on a few months back, when I was trying out this storywriting software (free, but kind of limiting). I started to write this story, and when I was messing with it the other day, the first chapter kind of exploded.

So I'm throwing it on here for kicks, and seeing if I can't get a little more motivated for some Talon.

Argentina slipped on her flip flops as she opened the door, concentrating more on the floor than on what -or who, rather- was outside of her door.

"Um, hi, hello, Ms. um, Benney-luch-ee."

Argentina looked up with a start, her foot frozen over one of her flip flops, and then smiled warily at the woman. "It's actually pronounced Ben-na-loo-chee."

The woman blinked. "Oh. Sorry."

Argentina licked her lip, an annoying habit that had caused her habitual chapstick to show up in her back pocket. "It's okay, no worries. You can call me Argentina, though."

She nodded speedily.

"And you are...?"

More than once, Argentina had a fan show up, begging to see her "wings" or know how she'd done it, or, more often than not, get an autograph.

For the hundreds that had done it in the past three months she'd been famous, there hadn't been a fan who left disappointed... Minus the ones who wanted to actually see "wings", and even then, she wasn't mean.

--

ENJOY.
Also, I am officially a member of the ITS (International Thespian Society) (Not a sexual preference - a society of actors).

Bopdoodeedoo.

Well, it sucked. Our play FELL APART, and we ended up skipping three-fourths of it.

So as I'm about to BAWL (the Shakespeare Abridged one got first, by the way), Jasmine runs up to me and says "Oh my God, Lauren. Your show sucked. BUT... You completely made it. You MADE the show. Everytime you got onstage it was like 'FINALLY!' and you made me cry. You were so emotional."

Lauren: (blank stare) "Liar."

Jasmine: "Um, excuse me, but I am black and you know me well enough to know that I tell you when you suck."

And I thought about it. And yeah. She does. Yikes.

And then, a while later, Kelvin, this senior who I love dearly, comes up to me and goes "Girl, you totally OWNED your show. You ROCKED IT."

I was like :O
And literally kind of screamed and jumped around like an idiot.

Anywho, at the end, they gave these 'All-Star' awards to EIGHT people who were written down by ALL three judges as showing exceptional talent out of ten that they wrote - the judges didn't get to compare notes - and no, I was not one of them.

But later, Jasmine was telling me she had talked to Baugus (she didn't get an award either) and said that Baugus had told her that the only other people who had gotten two judges to vote for them were JASMINE AND I.

OH MY GOODNESS.

I was so happy.
Like, we failed.
And got no awards or anything.
But I was jumping around.
And being so hyperhappy.

:)

---


Harriet waited excitedly out the door for her client. Argentina Beneluchi, Luca DeMarco's close friend and personal savior, as he had proclaimed her, was right inside that door, getting ready for not only a press meeting - the biggest one Harriet, a thirty-seven-year-old publicist, had ever been to -, but also a meeting with the stars of 'Miracle Workers' on the 'Dharma and Kenneth' nightly show, since basically, the show had been plotted around her entire life... Minus the fact that she lived in a crappy orphanage.
The pudgy woman adjusted her glasses nervously. She was used to stars (not major ones, but stars all the same) demanding things left and right, and none of them even had touched the kind of fame Luca DeMarco had skyrocketed her into.
Rightfully, she was scared that this girl, only seventeen, would want more than her other clients had - that she would want Harriet's soul.

Happy Sink Of Day My OH!

:)

It's my grandad's birthday. But I don't know how old he is, just that he's older than I am, and hopefully older than Dad.

So, a couple very exciting events coming up, and to make sure that I actually remember them (not to mention make you make me tell you about them -as if that weren't confusing-), I will list them ALL!

- One Act Competitions are TOMORROW! We go first, and I am SO incredibly nervous. It's my first competition in acting (not the first time I've acted) and the first time I've taken direction, albeit forced, from a student director. Plus, it's about Anne Frank, and who doesn't want to be involved with that kind of stuff? Unfortunately, a lot of people, because 'The Complete Works of Shakespeare: Abridged' is also being done. Jerks.

- They're making 'WAKE' INTO A MOVIE!
MAY FOOLS, you cinco de Mayo celebrators, although I wish it were true (as long as they didn't screw it up and I was helping direct - ha, ha). It's my favorite book right now. It beats Twilight even. Cabel is love, and Janie isn't whiney.

- Official Twilight Teaser Trailer is OUUUUUUT (on MySpace). See here.

- Speaking of the Meyer Factor, 'The Host', her first adult novel that I've been salivating about, comes out TODAY (well... Tomorrow, I guess, but it's the wee hours of the sixth right now, so TODAY)!

- Samantha and I are performing 'Midnight Run' for Theatre in the Courtyard possibly - this is next week I'm talking about.

- Oh, crap. There was something else that I thought of in the middle of writing about Midnight Run, but now I can't remember it.

BASICALLY, in a nutshell, that's it.

Ha, ha.

Break a leg to everyone else getting up on stage any time soon!

When Hacking MySpace...

...Seems pretty fun.

Honestly, I don't remember this. All I know is that it was SEVENTH GRADE (04/05), and these were some of my best friends (Daniel's got the faux 'fro in the back, FYI).

I thought it might just be worth the kicks and grins.

Also, I'm the blonde one in front, laughing my butt off. Go FIGURE. :)



As for Banquet pictures (which, it was YESTERDAY til THIS MORNING and yet still, CERTAIN SPECIFIC PEOPLE are asking for them), I have a couple, but nothing great. I know a lot of kids who took some and are posting them on Facebook, so I'll post as they appear.

Until then, enjoy.

BOOMDEYADA!

(see post below.)

Anywho.

TOMORROW IS BANQUET, and I've bought my shoes.

I also cut all my hair off, believe it or not, and have side bangs. I'm kind of feeling great and sick all at once about it. Like, it's pretty and I love the feeling, but LONG HAIR!

The lady didn't know what an inch was, but hey, she did awesome anyway.

No worries - I'm going to pict-a-spam after banquet.

Also, I'm so very sorry I haven't seen you guys in the last two days. Tonight, we were out and about until ten (eleven in Maine), and the night before, I was in a horrible mood and my aunt showed up and things just made me want to scream.

I AM BETTER, THOUGH! In fact, I'm super hyper.

And. I think I might be watching Juno tomorrow in SciSem if Matt brings the video. YAY!

I lobe* you all. :D



*totally meant to say that. Promise.