I'm gonna die.

Friday.
It would be a great day, tomorrow, dear Friday.
If it wasn't April Fool's Day.

Ugh.
And there's a dance tomorrow night too.
The first April Fools day dance our school has had.

I don't really want to go.
Why?
Because it's April fools day.

Left and right, prank after prank.
And no joke is harmless.
I dot care what you think.
Asking me out and then saying April fools?
Oh hahahahahahaha.
You're a bitch.

I mean, really?
What if I so like you? Now I know that you consider me a loser.
Only deemed worthy of your stupid prank.
Doucher.

Agh.
I have to tell you this.
I know it's not a word but lately when someone pisses me off im like "whatta doucher."
In addicted to saying it now.

DUDE.
We're watching Indiana Jones and the raiders of the lost ark in advisory and today this dudes face MELTED OFF.
it was so gross looking!
It was like night of the living dead all over again.
Blegh.

Colorgaurd? Me?

So I don't remember if I told you guys this or not but I am taking an...er, industrial tech class (we call it shop) currently.
Since I got her late November k have working on a jewelry box for my mom.
Several times it mysteriously went missing, then got distroyed.
But I have finally finished it.
Sort of.
I have to put some junk called polyurethane on it tomorrow and THEN it's done.
So I'm excited about that.

Also today during advisory (our schools pompous and obnoxious way of saying homeroom) all the eighth grade girls went to the gym for an assembly thing.
It was about colorgaurd.
if you don't know what that is exactly, think of halftime shows during school football games. You know the chicks and the occasional guy running about the field waving around a flag?
That would be it.

Well, I want to do it.
And a lot of people think it's stupid or whatever but I think it seems really fun.
So I got my audition application, filled it out, and in less than a month I will be practicing and then auditioning for my schools Colorgaurd team.
It's freaking amazing.
I'm so excited.

Oh. And I asked to go the bathroom at the end of seventh period and then the bell rang, so when I got back to the room it was locked.
My stuff was inside.
So I had to ask my principal to unlock it for me. But I didn't ask, Katelyn did.
Because I'm a loser.
And the nerdy kid David got sent to the office for cussin out this annoying freak of nature named Chase.
And I had to takenthe little sheet of paper talking about his "crime".
It said something like "Excessive profanity, and disrespect towards peers and the teacher."


He used the f-word.
Twice.

Well, then. What an odd day.

Agh, I jut remember I have to go help edit a YouTube video. Lol

Eh, it can wait.

Today Mark almost died from embarrassment. Poor kid sneezed so bad, it was actually kind of funny.
I admit I told him it was embarrassing to watch, but the truth is it would've been worse for me.

You see, I'm the kind of person that usually keeps to myself.
I don't make little sound effects while talking, or yell out jokes in the middle of class.
Because I'm afraid of what people will think if I do something that actually tells them who I really am,

And it's kind of cool because I've created this quiet, nerdy chick alias for myself an it's awfully interesting to feel like a spy.
It's pretty exciting to be honest.
I can't even be myself in front of my friends sometimes because it's like, I have opinions and thoughts that maybe only a few people would understand.
'Cause I make dorky references. All the time. But I seem to be the only one who ever gets them.

So I don't say them at school.

And I mean, I'm a star wars geek. But do I go around talking about how Vader is Lukes padre all thetime?
No. Because society has made liking star wrs the mos nerdy possible thing.

Anyway.
After Marks sad little sneeze debacle (poor, sad little marcus),
We were sittin in seventh period history.
Dead silence.
Mark and I did the weird sniffle thing whatever at the exact same moment.
He turned around, we exchanged glances, and laughed to ourselves.

And yea.
I'm cool.

Crapola. I'm late. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

Anyway, hi.
I haven't posted anything in awhile and I'm sorry for that.
It is currently 12:20 am Thursday March 24, 2011.
Which means that in exactly six hours I have to get up and strt getting ready school.
Crap.
Ugh.
I'm addicted to Mike Posner's "Bow Chicka Wow Wow". Even though Lil Wayne is in it, it's still catchy.

Dooo....dooo.
I might be going to the zoo on Saturday with Kerry and Deborah, if my mom will let me.
And on Sunday I'm going to my cousins eleventh birthday party.
At build a bear.
She's eleven.
I had a party there once.
When I was six.
He's getting too ol for that crap, an the only reason I'm going is because it's at the mall and I have a hot topic gift card begging to be used.

Well I hope you've been satisfied with my stupidity for right now.
I'll update later on my first day back from spring break and flex days!
Woohoo!
Not really...
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-

It's not illegal.

MY EFFING FCEBOOK STATUS, I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT ABOUT WHOEVER I WANT.

People are retarded.
It's called freedom of speech.
Therefore, I have the mother-effing right to talk about Bus Orgasm Boy and how he peed on someone and thinks he's a vampire.
I have every right to say he's a freak.
Because he is.

Because I can understand being goth and thinking "oh look at me. I'm a vampire, but not really." because goths don't take it that far.

The other day he opened up his notebook and here's a page WITH HIS BLOOD ON IT.

The dude is a effing freak.
I'm just letting everyone know.

And he lies to everyone but apparently me that he "doesn't" cut.
He says he is scene.
But scene kids don't cut. The don't wear baggy jeans. And they DON'T where tennis shoes.
He's a mother effing poser who drinks peoples blood and supposedly gets laid all the dang time.

God no.
Who the crap would do it with him?
(About the blood on his paper. He was explaining to me something about makin out and bichirs and junk and then how blood workd into that, I wasn't paying a lot of attention, and then he was like "But I didn't have a girl to make out with so I just put my blood on the paper".)
No one. He's disgusting.

While he was explainin the blood on the paper story, I was staring at him and then the blood, and I wanted to throw up.
Such a freak...

Ahhhh! Rooooooooooofffehhhs!

Lol dear lord do I hate dances.
I got asked out.
I yelled a lot in order to be heard.
I hated some of the music they played.

But all in all, it sucked.

Mark and I were relieved to hear Bus Orgasm Boy was going because he had to study for stuff.

And then at some point this guy I've met a few times before ended up asking me out and his friends were telling him to offer me his jacket and put his arm around me.
And mark texts me "Awkward turtle."
I wanted to die of laughter right there.

But like, this guy, supposedly he used to have a crush on my friend katelyn (who has apparently told everyone were fighting even though I'm pretty sure we aren't, she's just being a female dog).
And like, I don't like him.
And he was so annoyingly persistent I could've killed myself.
And now he's called me like a billion times, and even left a voicemail and a text saying "did I do anything to upset you? If I did I'm sorry?" sad face.
Ugh. No one likes the guilt card.
Excuuuuuuuuse me for having the right to date whom I please.

Jeez.
Please, God. Just one, gorgeous and popular guy. That's all I'm asking for.

Sorta grounded.

Like, I decide to walk to McDonalds with Kerry and Deborah and then go to the library.
And as we were about like a hundred feet away from the library my mom pulls up and says "busted!" because I didn't ask her to go.

And then she yelled at me.


Blegh.
Nothing else to right about....
Except for how much the holla costs....

Lol

So not tolerating your crap anymore!

So in advisory were watching a movie fr like the eighties or nineties called "Heavy Weight" about this eleven year old who goes to fat camp.
It's actually not that bad of a movie.
Reminds me of the Goonies kinda. (I LOVE the Goonies!)

Anyway, so this guy sittin behind me goes "Mark would do that" or "mark would say that" whenever the main character did something stupid or whatever. I kept rolling my eyes at him and telling him to stop but he didn't.
So this girl Justice turned around and just yelled at him.
He still didn't shut up.

But today when Mark was actually in the class with us, the dude didn't say anything about him. He started insulting this other dude.
And I was gonna throw Rachel's Challenge all up in his grill, but then I remembered he hadnt gone.
So that plan failed.

And on to the usual Bus-Orgasm-Boy news,
He continues to get creepier.
Did I tell you guys he told the entire math class he was diagnosed with vampirism?
Well I did now.

An he's got like "f*** you" written all over his freaking binder and I'm gonna laugh when he gets in trouble because of it.
I'm also gonna laugh when he gets in trouble for being such a creepy little freak...
(Looks like I need to be going to another Rachel's Challenge meeting. Lol)