Friday, December 08, 2006 Highschool Drama. YAY!$BlogItemTitle$>
So, I'm posting. And I'm at school. Yep, blogs are no longer blocked. w00t.
So...life...has been, to put it nicely, crap. Yay! I wish I could just shoot myself now. But I can't. Cause it IS just highschool.
This situation involves nine people, and only two of those people are happy with this situation. I'll call them David, Kate, Paul, Cathy, Ashton, Joey, Logan, Christi, and Martha. If you know who I'm talking about, I wanted you to know, otherwise, you don't need to know.
Prepare for utter highschool drama.
Cathy has liked David since the beginning of the school year, everyone in the group knows but Kate. Kate is one of Cathy's freshman. Everyone thought David liked Cathy, so Logan was trying to get David to ask Cathy out, but he kept saying he didn't want a highschool relationship. Cathy accepted this, and figured they could just be friends.
Paul really likes Kate, and they've been trying to get them to go out at some point. Ashton also likes Kate, but he scares her since he kind of stalks her. Joey likes Kate too, and has been writing poems about her, hoping those would help her like him since he is 3 yrs older than her.
David likes Christi, Kate, and, supposed, Cathy. Christi won't go out with David for two reasons 1)Cathy likes him and 2)she finds David really annoying.
So, at a play Christi, David, Kate, and Logan are all in, David helps Kate with something. Apparently, they start getting all "touchy feely". Logan was going to invite Cathy to the cast party but he knew watching David and Kate would hurt her so he didn't. Cathy called Logan during play rehearsal at her church to talk. Logan didn't want to tell Cathy over the phone, but he didn't want her to see Kate and David before he could tell her. Cathy cried. She wasn't sure what to do. She cried herself to sleep with her stuffed dog Sanoske.
Martha wanted to kill David the next day, but Cathy denied her that privledge. David was still her friend, even though he did break her heart. Cathy was fine with Kate, she found it upsetting that her love was going out with her freshman, but she wasn't mad at her. She couldn't talk to David until Wednesday because it hurt too much. She's spent Wednesday and Thursday trying to convince herself that she was for their relationship, but was struggling with it. Was struggling with it until after school Thursday. David was holding Kate, and the look in his eyes nearly made Cathy cry. He liked her a lot, maybe even loved her. His eyes showed that. Kate didn't have that though, and for once, Cathy felt bad for David, but decided that she didn't mind Kate and David's relationship.
~End High school drama~
That's what's going on right now. I made a 92 on my Calculus test that I thought I failed. YAY!! ^__^ I'm exempting Stat and Calc, only cause I can't exempt AP Gov. *tear* That test is going to be as hard as hell. Oh yay.
I really can't think of anything else to say.
Thursday, October 12, 2006 *shrugs*$BlogItemTitle$>
A lot has happened recently. Kinda. Most of you don't know anything about it, just because , I haven't talked you you much. Which is okay. I guess. The first play I was in "Silly Little Comedies" went well. 'Cept Freshman could never remember his lines. << Silly Freshman. And Sarah, I will get you a dvd of that whenever Hargrove gets them made. Which is hopefully soon. But who knows. For this coming up play, I didn't make it, so I volunteered to be stage manager. So now I'm stage manager. Yay?
School's going fine.
Nothing's really changed.
Except I'm not in band.
Which is nice.
Oh! I saw Jenny today! XD
Everything else that's going on?
It's kinda of personal and not very many people *cough* 1 person *cough* know.
I don't know why I even made this post.
I'm just kinda...stupid.
Well maybe not kinda.
Monday, September 04, 2006 Forgetting$BlogItemTitle$>
Oh, don't I love being forgotten. It's normal for me, but it still hurts. To talk to someone I have to email them, walk up to them, call them. Am I so annoying that no one wants to talk to me, but if I talk to them they just feel obliged to talk to me because I think they're my friend. What is so wrong with me that I am never wanted? Maybe I should just curl up in a corner and don't talk anymore. It's not like anyone would notice. And if they did, they'd be glad. I don't have any real talents. I like to write, yeah, but I'm not good at it. And the list of things I like, but are not good at, goes on and on and on. So why do I keep living? I just feel obliged to. Someday I want to get married and have a family, which will probably never happen because I'm me. No one wants to do stuff with me, or they can only take me in "small doses". I'm sorry but what the hell does that mean? How am I so annoying? If I'm so annoying or if I'm doing something wrong, tell me. Friends don't get tired of eachother in 15 minutes. I hate being snapped at about something that I wasn't even going to ask, or if I did ask a simple "I don't want to talk about it" is good. Not being snapped at the moment I enter the car, and then of course, the person is happy to talk when we get where we're going. You didn't want to talk about then, I get it , but a simple apology would be nice. Maybe I wasn't right to be hurt, maybe I'm dumb, but it did hurt. Especially cause I didn't feel like talking at the time. *gasp* Christina didn't feel like talking! Yeah right! *snort*
I've always been different, but how? I don't understand. Why don't I have a right to a friend or even a best friend. Am I so awful to befriend? I guess I'm just being overemotional and hypersensitive, but I can't change the way I feel. And I can't change the way you feel. And I do notice things, I really do. I notice if you purposely don't talk to me, and talk to someone else. Especially online. I can just look at times. It doesn't take a genius.
Maybe I'm overreacting, maybe I'm a moron, but is it so awful to want someone to call me for once, wanting to do something. I hear my "friends" talking about what they did the other night or the other day, and I feel slightly hurt. I don't care if I'm not invited. Every once in a while would be nice, but if that's not plausible, then please, I beg of you, don't talk about what you did around me.
Is that too much to ask?
Sunday, September 03, 2006 ...$BlogItemTitle$>
So...I figured I should update again. Things have been okay. Not great, but not bad. Someone different did the work schedule this weekend so I was working on Sunday, even though I asked off. I informed her that I wasn't supposed to work then and she told me I didn't have to show up. It seems she forgot to tell the other guards this...since they called me to find out why I didn't show up. ^^;;; But really, I feel like crud. Joy. I hate weekends. I have to spend time with family since no one wants to do anything. But that's normal. So I don't know why I'm complaining. Oh, right. Because I have nothing else better to say. I really should stop talking. I know I'm really annoying and should just tape my mouth shut since I don't seem to have the disipline to stop talking. And I need to lose weight. Badly. Woo. And I have been. Yay.
Sunday, July 23, 2006 Hastings$BlogItemTitle$>
I have decided that I shouldn't go to Hastings by myself when I only have an hour. I bought three books. ^^ Two of which were recommended by people, and one I saw and decided to get because it was only 7 dollars. I got Eragon, First Truth, and Blood and Chocolate. Special, huh? I've heard Eragon and Blood and Chocolate are good, but I don't know about First Truth. *shrugs*
Saturday, July 08, 2006 $BlogItemTitle$>
HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY SARAH!!!
I heart you!!
Tuesday, June 27, 2006 Too early/Too late$BlogItemTitle$>
Yep. It's 4 in the morning. I should be in bed. Except I'm a worrywart. I keep thinking I'm doing something wrong in my paper...blah. And I'm a lazy procrastinator. But I'm done. For now. I need someone to edit it again.(Thanks again Rachel!) Oh! I think it'd be cool to have a Star Wars marathon. Anybody up for it? I made a blog for it during one of my breaks...which was way too long of a break actually...but I couldn't think of a good way to describe the sorrowful mysteries. I'm putting it on as a link. I hope you all are interested...I think it'd be fun. Well...I'm gonna go sleep...for two hours. I have to get up at six. Why? Gotta be at work by 8:45, but my mom drops me off at 8 since Miranda has swim practice. How is that a reason? I don't know. I could easily get ready in 10 minutes. Throw my swimsuit on, grab my badge and possibly a coffee mug(the front desk workers make coffee), and run out of the house. *groan* I'm working till 5 today...I hate 8-5 shifts...I'm gonna try to find a sub. Wish me luck.