Ack. I give up. That's all. Think I said that last month as well. That was the first month that I only wrote one journal in. I just hope that I don't have a month that I'll write no journals in. That would be my ultimate fail. I want to know what I'm doing in my life. Wow . . . that doesn't sound right. Whatevs.
I can get today over and done with first, I guess. I mean, it's the freshest in my mind, and once I banish that from my short term, I highly doubt I'll be able to get it back. Once I move on to my four day weekend, which is where I'm going to jump next, I'll hopefully recall a lot of stuff that I did. That would be nice, right? And I know I still have to dig up that journal from a little less than a month ago. Dunno what I'll title that.
This morning my alarm had a hard time waking me up. My night wasn't--let me start this at a different point in time.
Let's start again. Friday my History teacher sort of gave us a heads up about a project we were going to start on Monday, due Tuesday. Since this week now is the last week of school, I didn't think assigning the class a group project was such a great idea, but it's Palmer. It all makes sense in her head, even if it doesn't make a lick of sense to the rest of us. Pah. So I didn't do much over the weekend relating to school, if anything. I mean, I was so busy doing homework the rest of last week, that I needed a break. I couldn't do much.
Friday after school I went to Morning Star and ate dinner there, then nearly begged my dad to take me to the theaters. I think it was Emily that told me that a few of the field hockey people were going to go there and watch a movie. She wrote the time and name of the movie on my hand, even. So once I got there and was dropped off, I was nervous that I wasn't going to find the team, and I'd be all alone, but once I walked in the doors, I immediately saw them. Having to check with my hand to make sure that I was getting the right movie, I pounced on Emily and we all got popcorn and pop (and the others candy) at the booth thingie. And then we were off to the movie. It was a good movie. Robin Hood. I didn't think it was that bad at all. Wouldn't mind that movie on DVD, actually. It was captivating, and just interesting throughout the whole time. Sense of adventure it had, which is what I absolutely love.
After that, on Saturday, Kimby called me and invited me over to her house, and after cleaning up the dishes after dinner, my mom took me over there. Almost immediately after I got there it started to lightly rain, but we walked down the road to Pinkney Recreation Area anyway. We waded into the lake, Kimber going farther and farther in, but Kyra and I followed anyway. Eventually all of us were soaked from head to, obviously, toe. But instead of taking the short walk back to Kimber's house, Becca picked us up and drove us there. I think we got her car a wee bit wet. Kimber lent Kyra and I pajama pants once we got back to the house, and then we started playing Egyptian Rat Screw until Kyra's parents picked her and me up. It was a downpour all the way from Kimby's house to mine, and just sprinting a few meters from the van to my porch got me soaked. Well, not soaked, but definitely noticeably wet.
Then on Sunday, Friedman invited me to go to Foggy Bottom with him, Mark and Amy, but when he called I was eating lunch, and I think (don't quite remember) that I just went downstairs and read about fifteen (ten?) of the hundreds of comics I have downloaded on my computer. My dear Air I love those comics. Most of them are X-Men, but I also have the Exiles, Excalibur (only for Nightcrawler), and Deadpool.
The X-Men have ticked me off! Where I'm at, Longshot left because he had to find himself, and I'm sure he's not coming back. I love Longshot! Since Nightcrawler left to Excalibur, Longshot was the only character that I paid extra attention to. Gambit didn't yet exist in the Marvel universe, so I couldn't attach to him yet. And then Psylocke sorta turned on the team, and the biggest team before Rogue came back was Wolvie, her and Jubilee. Banshee and Forge teamed up to find the X-Men, and somehow Jean tagged along, although she's with X-Force. And Storm, who's a child, finally found Gambit, so I squeed at that. Dazzler's living the life of a movie star, even though she can't be photographed; Piotr doesn't even know he's Russian, so he calls himself Peter Nicholas and is a painter; and then for the longest time, I didn't know what happened to Havok. Eventually, though, I discovered that he's a hardcore Genoshian guard, giving the X-Men (Wolvie's team) a hard time. I think where I left off, Rogue was battling a Ms. Marvel in the Savage Land. But, yeah . . . I love the X-Men! I finally have all the movies. And most of the older comics in digital format.
So then on Monday, Palmer pretty much gave us the project, and all hour to work on it. I got a part of the storyline for the graphic novel done, and Amy actually allowed me to have Forge (Master Sergeant Forge) a character. I was surprised. Then later that day, I went home and did over and hour of research on stuffs regarding the Korean and Vietnam wars, but I couldn't find anything that would let me write the story any further; I was stuck. So then I gave up and went outside to swing, even though I'm fearful of falling off of it, now (details in my journal that I haven't typed yet). When my mom came home, I explained my problem, but whilst doing so I broke down into tears, and I had to tell Amy I couldn't write the story. I hate crying. Why do I do it so much now?
Amy, after getting my message, called me and calmed me down. And then a spider was on my ceiling, I slapped it off with my moccasin, and I have no idea where it went. I'm afraid of that corner of my room now. No joke. I hate spiders. Falling and spiders are my greatest fears. And then she sent me the story, and I got about a third of the graphic novel done by ten o'clock. At that time I gave up again and went to bed.
Then on Tuesday I had to talk to Palmer and tell her that I couldn't get the graphic novel done. She said it wasn't much of a problem, and that I could turn it in tomorrow. So then I spent about three hours on it Tuesday, and I did finish it. Though my pictures did get sloppier and crappier at the end. And I totally summarized the ending of Amy's story.
There. That was my week so far. Now I have to take a break and see why my mom's calling me upstairs. I have purple hair again. Teehee.
Back. So now I'll go over, in detail, my day today. Hell, warum nicht? I mean, I did that last year, and it's quite amusing to go back and read those. Not that I do it that often, but geeze lousie I was one track minded at that time. I can't. I realize now that I go on about the X-Men a lot, but I wuv da X-Men. Dey be awesome, non?
Anyway.
WAIT! Also yesterday I was asking my parents if I could start inviting Dexter friends to the bonfire I plan to have next Friday. I have already invited my cousin and my Redford friends, but I wasn't allowed to invite my Dexter friends. They said I could have the bonfire only if I got a B in History. I now have a B- in History, and I'm still working hard (can you tell? All I talked about school-wise so far was History homework) on it. But now I have a C+ in Health class, because I didn't do a lot of the worksheets, and now they're telling me I can't have a bonfire because of that grade. *long pause* I miss my friends I can't talk to in the normal day of school! I can't even see some of them because our schedules don't allow us to pass each other in the hallways! I just want to see my friends. I've worked hard in school lately, and most of my incentive was for this fricken' bonfire like last year. I won't be able to see my friends this summer because I'm going to be stuck home watching my brothers while my parents work. I'll be excluded from everyone's activities, and I'll miss them. It's just a day (more for my Redford friends and Nicole because of how far away they live) after a few months of hard work. I didn't put this much effort into any other class, even.
HOLY CRAP! I have a flat B in History now! HOLY CRAP YES! But . . . still a C+ in History. I don't think there's much I can do to raise that now. And it's because I've been concentrating on Algebra and History instead of that class I can't have the fricken' bonfire.
I'll go back to my day. But I'll start at last night at nine o'clock. I took a shower right after I got home yesterday in preparation to die my hair again. Then after reading a comic or two (I'm hooked), I got out the things needed to die my hair so that it wouldn't die my hands completely purple (instead the fingernails are blue), and then I spent about twenty minutes just smearing in purple goop to the tips of my hair. I'll get a picture after I'm done with this paragraph. Then I started to wash it away, but then quickly stopped myself when I realized that I needed to wait some time yet. So then I went and read more comics for a half hour, and then just ran freezing water through my hair. Then I got it warm again and started to scrape away a lot of the purple on my neck, because I didn't cover it with anything. I ignored my shoulders which got blue as well. I got away a lot of the purple on my neck, but not all of it. Kyra had a lot to say about that today.
Now picture.
So then I went to bed after my hair was dry enough, and when I woke up, I have a purple spot on my pillow. Guess I didn't get enough of the dye out of my hair. It even rubbed off on my shirt a little bit.
This morning was rough. I couldn't really wake up, and I can't really recall anything except the fact that I had Lucky Charms for breakfast. I opened my window to get the dye smell out of my room, and I think I stared at the purple stain in my sink (I'll take care of that later, I hope). When I opened the window, though, I did note that it was raining, but when I left my room, I failed to grab my umbrella. Oh well. It wasn't raining that hard.
Hung out with the drama people this morning. Friedman doesn't seem to mind following me around, as long as he can be close. Sometimes I wish I could just go and bounce off, but it's alright most of the time. *pauses* I ain't gonna type that. Stop wishing, girl.
Then the bell rang, and I was off to the German final. I spent about eighty minutes on it, although it wasn't that hard at all. The only problem I had, really, was the reading and listening. The grammar and writing I was a okay with. I mean, I think I gave a little too much information on most of the writing, especially the essay component. So I'd be surprised if I don't get an A on the grammar and writing.
Then after that, the day was pretty normal. The classes were shorter, and the time was off, but it was okay. History I kinda blanked in. Health was a little boring. Algebra I read through the whole class. I forgot my money and a lunch, so I mooched again. And then in Environmental Science we watched Happy Feet instead of March of the Penguins. Ever since the seniors left, all we did in that class was watch movies. I miss Laurel. She was my senior buddy who gave me someone to talk to in that class. I miss senior Alyssa, too.
A lot of my friends didn't point out that I had purple hair this time, but actually said that "I like it" or something. I like it my hair purple. It looks so fake. >.< And although I was in the same, general area as Henry this morning, I guess he didn't seem to notice my hair 'till we passed in the hallway between fourth and fifth hour. I couldn't help but smile broadly. (Despite what Emily told me not to do, I say:) I do miss him. I miss talking to him, at the very least. And although she says he's a wee bit changed, he was one of my bestest, closest friends to say it more lightly. Em's kinda my inside information on him. It used to be that I already know this stuff! But we just don't talk anymore. And it's not my fault anymore, like it was for a few months. I just couldn't stand talking to him, 'cause it did hurt. Now I'm my elastic-y self again.
I was invited to a hide-and-go-seek study party after school, but I decided I would do better on my History at home, although I haven't even touched my backpack since throwing it down after getting it home yet. And that's about it for this week.
So last weekend was a four day weekend. I don't know if I mentioned this before in my journals or not, but my mom and I planned on going to Colorado for Morgan's graduation, and we actually did fly out and go. At first I was a little uncomfortable around the family I haven't met or haven't seen in a long time, but eventually everyone was happy (most of the time). It took us over an hour to drive from the airport to Colorado Springs, and in that whole time I couldn't get over the mountains.
Airport story. Getting off the plane and to the rental place was fine. But once we got in our rented van and Aunt Cindy at the wheel, she looked around the panels and said, "I'm scared." Oh yeah, that's a great sign for the driver to everyone else. Eventually she and Dana sort of figured everything out in the car, so we drove off and followed the signs, but they led us to a parking structure. We went in a circle before getting there. "Look, there's the Bronco," was a common phrase in the car. And we were laughing so hard, that Cindy, I guess, was hyperventilating she was laughing so hard. And she said, "I can't see!" So I'm scared and I can't see are kinda common phrases between us now. After taking a quick tour through the parking structure, we got to the end, and wormed ourselves out of paying the toll. I mean, we just took a minute long tour.
I have a bug flying around my room. I want it dead.
Uhm . . . I don't really feel like typing about my trip right now any more. I just kinda feel too tired.
Hey--there it goes again!
So, yeah. I guess I'm done right now. I'll type that later.
SONG OF THE DAY: Find Me Somebody To Love ~ Queen
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