I Hope You Had The Time of Your Life

So I decided I'm done blogging about my life. Now I"m going to blog my fake people's lives in a new story I'm working on!!! So I will say farewell here and delete this in a week. You guys can keep a lookout for my fake people!!!!! <3>

ON HOLIDAY!!!

Today.

The biggest thing that happened today was during D.S. Alex, Lyra, and I had our first band practice. We worked on Green Day's Holiday, and it went awfully well! I am so excited!

During lunch, I also plated for Stammtisch. The only problem is I didn't know German songs, so I couldn't sing. It sucked. LOL.

Well, Tchüss!

Pay Attention to the Cracked Streets and the Broken Homes

Gotta make it short.
Got shots. Went to the M's. Started band with Lyra and Alex and Hadlea.
g2g

Don't Knock it Until You've Tried It

Lol This is my friend Jake Horton and I. Once again, it's crossdresser week at CCA. LOL I look so scared. I actually gave the boys money today. It takes a secure man to do this.

Well, I don't really have time to type about the past few days. Yesterday was a snow day...other than that, nothing happened...other than a snowball fight in Wal Mart with Kym and Blair. LOL. Actually...it wasn't funny. The idea is funny, but the consequences weren't.

Tonight's my podium. Wish me luck!!!

Deine Emily

I Don't Need No Accuser to Try and Slag Me Down Because I Know You're Right

So...anyone figure out yet where I get my titles?

Today was an ordinary day. So was yesterday, except for the crossdressers. A part of me died. We're doing this powder-puff pageant to raise money for the junior's prom...The whole thing was my idea, but now I regret presenting it...Oh, well. If it makes us money...then let boys be girls.

This morning, Shelbi sold me the Green Day poster she didn't want and accidentally bought. It was actually one I didn't already have. It was amazing!!! I love it, but I don't have room on my bedroom walls for it. I was making a joke with Frau Claypool, and I said, "I got this poster from Shelbi, but I don't have room on my walls for it. Can I hang it in your room and not pay attention to your class?"

First she got onto me, but then, she said if I laminated it, she would hang it up!!! At first I was excited, but then I remembered that not a lot of people like Green Day, so I might not want to do it. Poeple would draw on it. -_- Might still do it anyway.

First block, we were analyzing a story. Lame.

Second, I was reading a German story. Fun ^^

Third, we watched performers from a music club. They were pretty awesome.

Fourth, I did my article for ArtsMag. I did Top Ten Love Songs for Your Valentine. It was kinda hard, because what do I know about it? I was also trying to be diverse and still put a little me into it. The only problem is people think I'm wierd. LOL. People at THIS school think I'M wierd.

Well, that's all for now, folks!

A Smart-@$*, but I'm Playin' Dumb

<-This picture was taken at Korean's a long time ago (back when I was dating Landon). It's cute! I've edited it some.

So, has anyone else noted the trend with my blog titles??? If you get it right, then you get a cookie!!! If you know me well, that won't be hard.

First block, we didn't do much. I think the highlight was hearing Jason say that he actually likes American Idiot more than all the other Green Day CDs and there's nothing wrong with it. That made me happy, because he's not a conformist who's just saying it; he actually believes it. I personally find the old stuff better, but hearing that made me sooo happy.

Second block was German. Hooray for German!

During lunch, I stayed in the library and worked on the last blog. Today was the kick-off of the powder puff pagent. Believe me, seeing guys in drag was TOTALLY wierd. Talk about a guy in a blonde wig and low dress and a hairy chest. Oh my dog. The sad part is...I was the one who suggested this fund raiser XD! LOL!

Third, we had Winds. I love Winds. Our first-chair flute player helped conduct today, which was very nice. He looks kinda like Jonny Depp. It was very nice. LOL.

Fourth is now. I should prolly be working on my article :-/. I had an Ask Mary to write...but since I didn't have any advice to ask for, I did a smart-aleck one: here it is:

I absolutely adore this band, and because they're so amazing, I can't seem to fall in love with anyone else. I figured it was because I was in love with the members themselves, but anytime I tried to imagine being married to them, I felt wierd. I think it's just the music in itself that I am in love with...so I think I want to become a nun to it. Is it possible for me to marry music? What is this I'm feeling? Is it dangerous? Please help!!!

~Pathetic Girl with Who's Smart-Alek on Homework Assignments Who Doesn't Really Need Advice But Thank You Anyway...

I know. WOW. Totally wierd.

Anyway...I'll leave you with the song of the day. Gotta go scare me up some tabs.

Going to Pasalaqua

Green Day

Here we go again, infatuation touches me just when I thought that it would end./Oh but then again it seems much more than that but I'm not sure exactly what you're thinking./Well, I toss and turn all night,thinking of your ways of affection./But to find that it's not different at all./Will I throw away my past mistakes and contemplate my future?/That's when I say...what the hey!?!/Would we last forever?/You and I together, hand in hand?/We run away (far away)/I'm in for nasty weather/But I'll take whatever you can give that comes my way yeah (far away).

We're Living in Repetition

Ha ha I look like a cardboard stand-up in this picture (so my mommy says):

<- ha ha shaki make funny face ^^ Hallo, my beloved readers!

So next Friday, my Novella class is having a podium at a coffee place called Charles and Myrtle’s. I wanted to prepare something extra-special for this event, so I finally successfully wrote “Fermata Me,” a poem that’s been lingering on the edge of my mind for a long time. It’s a play on words using musical terms. I can’t wait to perform it!

Saturday, I didn’t do much. I just hung out at home and then went out with the people who live in the house. I’m kind of sick of eating out. I have no self control when I do. The places have salads, but HONESTLY! Who gets a salad at Captain D’s? It’s easier for me to eat healthy at home. Anyway, with my new dream, I need to get into shape and have better eating habits!!! I want to be a belly dancer! Like Shakira! I got a Shakira concert DVD Saturday night, and oh my gosh, it TOTALLY inspired me! My mom gave me a copy of the summer classes offered at Chatt State, and belly dancing is one of them! However, they start in February, so I need to start getting into shape now. I really want her body. That would make me happy. And I’d be healthy. And have an awesome, new skill. I think it’s going to be totally beneficial.

Sunday, I went to church. I almost went to the M’s house, but Mrs. M still doesn’t feel well. It’s all good though! I want her to get better! I still got my Tinker Bell jacket back (along with everything else I loaned them) because Korean met me and gave them to me. That was cool.

I decided to make my list of heroes (that aren’t friends/family):

1.Green Day-for their musical inspiration and teaching me to be myself and not let anyone control who I am.
2.Shakira-for her awesome stage performances and mad belly dancing skills. She’s definitely my female role-model.
3.The Brothers Grimm-for their amazing fairy tales and vast knowledge of language.

Anyway, that was my weekend. Not totally eventful, but very much enjoyed.

Song on my heart of the weekend:

POEMS TO A HORSE

Shakira

You're too far to bring you close

And too high to see below

Just hangin' on your daily dose

I know you never needed anyone

But the rolling papers for your grass

How can you give what you don't have

You keep on aiming for the top

And quit before you sweat a drop

Feed your empty brain

With your hydroponic pot

Start out playing with yourself

You get more fun within your shell

Nice to meet you but I gotta go my wayI'll leave again

`cause I've been waiting in vain

But you're so in love with yourself

If I say my heart is sore

Sounds like a cheap metaphor

So I won't repeat it no more

I rather eat my soup with a fork

Or drive a cab in New York

`Cause to talk to you is harder work

So what's the point of wasting all my words

If it's just the same or even worse

Than reading poems to a horse

You keep on aiming for the top

And quit before you sweat a drop

Feed your empty brain

With your hydroponic pot

I bet you'll find someone like you

`Cause there's a foot for every shoe

I wish you luck but I've other things to do

I'll leave again `cause I've been waiting in vain

But you're so in love with yourself

If I say my heart is sore

Sounds like a cheap metaphor

So I won't repeat it no more

ha. I had no clue this song was about a druggie boyfriend til now. shakira doesn't always enunciate well.

The Clock is Laughing in my Face

Today's one of those wierd days that we have all eight of our classes. I'll tell you about my day so far, and I'll indulge more 4A if anything else interesting happens. Which I doubt.

1A-Novella. Had to read and summarize some chapters of that retarded story. I just skimmed and wrote down important things. Then I worked on my notecards for English.

1B-Photography. We prepared our photos for our showcase coming up next month. That includes naming them. I named the one of my Wall of Green Day "Obsessed is an Understatement." LOL totally true.

2A-German. We read der Werwolf . We have a new German exchange student! Her name is Katja and she's totally cool!

2B-Algebra II. I was a rebel. I was supposed to be doing Cognitive Tutor. But I typed the blog for yesterday instead. Muhaha.

3A-Winds. Is now. I'm in the lab, watching Lyra play Don't Shoot the Puppy. You gotta play it. It's hilarious!!! The screen says Congratulations, You Won! but she's afraid to move the mouse because she thinks the screen is a trick like the dark screen. She doesn't wanna shoot the puppy!!!

Will type more later...if there's more to type.

Song on my heart of the day:

THERE'S A CLASS FOR THIS

Cute is What We Aim For

What you got now gotta, gotta give it up

What you got now gotta, gotta give it up

What you got now, what you got now

We keep ourselves a mystery

But we provide, provide the clues

So the rest is up to you

and don't forget to check the obvious

We are so serious

So I guess it all comes down to how curious you can be

What you got now gotta, gotta give it up

What you got now gotta, gotta give it up

What you got now, what you got now

Drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back

I may be ugly but they sure love to stare

Drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back

I may be ugly but they sure, they sure, love to stare

And you check labels more than the FCC

and these calories are, are killing me

But this is a sticky situation

So keep your chest in the game

And drop your jaw and coax me(just coax me, just coax me)

What you got now gotta, gotta give it up

What you got now gotta, gotta give it up

What you got now, what you got now

Drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back

I may be ugly but they sure love to stare

Drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back

I may be ugly but they sure (they sure) they sure

This is a party without the people

This is a show without the sounds

This is a dance without the steps

Now I gave you the clues, so find what I've found

This is a party without the people

This is a show without the sounds

Now I gave you the clues, so find what I've found

Drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back

I may be ugly but they sure love to stare

Drama doesn't follow me it rides on my back

I may be ugly but they sure love to stare

For Lack of a Better Word

I really don't know where I left off. Oh yeah. I was rambling about the retarded eighth grade drama. Ha. Totally over it.

Let's see if I can recall yesterday...

1st Block-Photography. I worked on making an insanely hard print. I could not acheive the tonal value no matter what I did. I spent the whole time doing test strips and I didn't even make a print. I don't think I'm cut out to be a photographer.

2nd Block-Algebra II. Nothing interesting. Just work.

3rd Block-Chemistry. I totally paid attention. I didn't text in class and ask to go to the bathroom to see who the random person was that called me and I didn't know. I wasn't at all breaking the rules. Nope, not at all. We're just doing Lewis Dot Structures, which is very simple and straightforeward. I knew what I was doing.

4th Block-English. We heard some great antecdotes and had a lot of fun. We worked, but we got a nice balance of goofing off with it. The guys were throwinig Jake's pet tampon named Flo around. It was funny. Frau Claypool laughed along too, but eventually made one of the guys throw it away. Jake was sad, so I told him I'd bring another one the next day. It was quite amusing...Oh, and I asked my visual arts major friend Alex Hoover if he knew how to anime-i-fy people and he said yeah and I asked if he'd teach me. He anime-i-fied me, and it was totally cool! I can't wait to learn how to do it.

Later, we went out. I bought Borat so I could break my $100 and get a Green Day poster from Shelbi (that I already have, but hey, my guys ruined her chance of getting a cool HIM poster, so I have to make up for it). I can't wait to watch it. I talked to Korean the whole time I was at Wal Mart and earlier when I was at Bojangles. Bojangles is yummy. They have good buscuits. And fries. Anyway, it was cool ^^ He was telling me about funny things Randee had done/said. Randee is hilarious! I love Randee!

Funny story how I met her. Technically, the first time was in my neighborhood. She was staying with my other friend Carmen and they stopped me on my walk to ask advice. Brandon, the neighborhood perv, invited them to come in and "watch a movie." I knew Brandon well enough to tell them not to trust him.

The second, official time we met was at Wal Mart. We were in the music section and she was listening to Green Day. I started talking to her, and we talked a long time about music. We traded numbers, and she called me that night. After talking a while, we realized we both had Carmen in common, and then she remembered me advising them not to hang out with Brandon. How special is that? It's a small world after all.

Anyway, I'll type more later about today. That's basically all that happened.

Oh, I was talking to Kate, and she said I was one of the nicest people she met here!!! I felt special. Yesterday was her birthday and I was going to go over for cupcakes, but I got home too late and it was storming. I still want to do something for her, but I'm not sure what.

Anyway, Tchüss!!!

Deine Emily

Song on my heart of the day:

HIPS DON'T LIE

Shakira

Ladies up in here tonight

No fighting, no fighting

We got the refugees up in here

No fighting, no fighting

Shakira, Shakira

I never really knew that she could dance like this

She makes a man wants to speak Spanish

Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi casa (si, Shakira Shakira), su casa

Oh baby when you talk like that

You make a woman go mad

So be wise and keep on

Reading the signs of my body

And I'm on tonight

You know my hips don't lie

And I'm starting to feel it's right

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see baby, this is perfection

Hey Girl, I can see your body moving

And it's driving me crazy

And I didn't have the slightest ideaUntil I saw you dancing

And when you walk up on the dance floor

Nobody cannot ignore the way you move your body, girl

And everything so unexpected - the way you right and left it

So you can keep on shaking it

I never really knew that she could dance like this

She makes a man want to speak Spanish

Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi casa (si, Shakira Shakira), su casa

Oh baby when you talk like that

You make a woman go mad

So be wise and keep on

Reading the signs of my body

And I'm on tonightYou know my hips don't lie

And I am starting to feel you boy

Come on lets go, real slow

Don't you see baby asi es perfecto

Oh I know I am on tonight my hips don't lie

And I am starting to feel it's right

All the attraction, the tension

Don't you see baby, this is perfection

Oh boy, I can see your body moving

Half animal, half man

I don't, don't really know what I'm doing

But you seem to have a plan

My will and self restraintHave come to fail now, fail now

See, I am doing what I can, but I can't so you know

That's a bit too hard to explain

Baila en la calle de noche

Baila en la calle de día

Baila en la calle de noche

Baila en la calle de día

I never really knew that she could dance like this

She makes a man want to speak Spanish

Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi casa (si, Shakira Shakira), su casa

Shakira, Shakira

Oh baby when you talk like that

You know you got me hypnotized

So be wise and keep on

Reading the signs of my body

Senorita, feel the conga, let me see you move like you come from Colombia

Mira en Barranquilla se baila así, say it!Mira en Barranquilla se baila así

Yeah

She's so sexy every man's fantasy a refugee like me back with the Fugees from a 3rd world country

I go back like when 'pac carried crates for Humpty Humpty

I need a whole club dizzy

Why the CIA wanna watch us?

Colombians and Haitians

I ain't guilty, it's a musical transaction

No more do we snatch ropes

Refugees run the seas 'cause we own our own boats

I'm on tonight, my hips don't lie

And I'm starting to feel you boy

Come on let's go, real slow

Baby, like this is perfecto

Oh, you know I am on tonight and my hips don't lie

And I am starting to feel it's right

The attraction, the tensionBaby, like this is perfection

No fighting

No fighting

Grasping to Control...(So I'd Better Hold On...)

I have five minutes to type, so my readers will have to know about today tomorrow...if I even get time then.
The computer's being really slow as well.
I guess I'll just fill you in on later yesterday.
I told Lyra about the tail coming off Brego, and Lyra's friends with Paull, so before she was going to get mad at him, she was going to have him prove it. Apparently, Korean was misinformed, for the tail is still attached. I know he wasn't lie about it, because Korean wouldn't lie about something like that. You know, I'm SICK of 8th grade drama. I'm going to simply not talk to Paull anymore, and once I get my stuff back, I prolly won't talk to Landon either. No crap ever got started when I wasn't talking to those two. Landon's not so bad as Paull, but still, I met Paull through Landon, so yeah. Korean, however, never tries to start crap with me. He only tells me things when I need to know them and he doesn't make up stuff to piss me off or HANG MY LEMUR AND SEND ME A PICTURE OF IT!!!!! I mean, Blair told Paull she didn't wanna be dragged into it, and he wondered how he got into it, but none of this would have happened had he not sent me that picture of my lemur.

Anyway, that's the bell. Gotta go.

Smashed the Radio with the Board of Education

<- Cherie Priest rocks!!!

So...today wasn't very eventful. First block, Ms. Hansford pissed me off (like she always does) by simply giving me a reading assignment. I don't wanna read her crap!!! I wanna read Wings to the Kingdom by Cherie Priest!!! Waaaaahhhh!!!

In second block, I simply worked on comprehending a German story.

Third, I practiced my clarinet and worked on my 50 cards that are due tommorrow. Stress.

Fourth (now) I'm typing this here blog ^_^. I'm a little distracted though, 'cause I'm chatting with Korean. I'm no good at multitasking. Well, he just got off. Now, maybe I can indulge you with more details.

Last night, after I typed yesterday's entry, more stuff happened. Paull sent me a text saying he did something to my lemur and he would give me two on what he did. Apparently, he got it all muddy and put it in washing machine. Korean said the tail came off :'-( He also said Paull called me a whore in gym and Landon kicked his arse!!! WOOT for Landon. Maybe he's not so bad after all.

Well, Korean's back on. TTYL!!!

Song on my heart of the day:

POPROCKS AND COKE

Green Day

Wherever you go, you know I'll be there/If you go far, you know I'll be there/I'll go anywhere, So I'll see you there/You place the name you know I'll be there/You name the time you know I'll be there/I'll go anywhere, So I'll see you there/I don't care if you don't mind/I'll be there not far behind/I will dare, Keep in mind/I'll be there for you/Where there's the truth,you know I'll be there/Amongst the lies,you know I'll be there/I'll go anywhere,So I'll see you there/if you should fall, you know I'll be there/To catch the call, you know I'll be there/I'll go anywhere, So I'll see you there/I don't care if you don't mind/I'll be there not far behind/I will dare, Keep in mind/I don't careI'll be there for you/I'll be there for you/I'll be there for you

to all my friends

Do You Have the Time to Listen to me Whine?

Hello, my faithful readers!

I found a way I can make time to write. I can type my entries at home, save them to my jump drive, and paste them into Blogger at school. Thus, you’ll have better and longer entries. This means that all my entries will be a day behind, though. Or not…I could always write out my day on A-days and then, only my B-days will be behind.

I didn’t tell you anything about my day yesterday. It was B-day, so first block I had photography. Mrs. Blair didn’t show, so we all sat out in the commons. I just hung out with Logan, Carrie, and Lauren.

Second block was Algebra II, and we learned about quadratic binomials and finding the coordinates of parabolas or something like that. It was easy stuff.

During lunch, I went looking for Serena so I could give her the scarf I crocheted for her to give to her Lolie friend, but I couldn’t track her down. I don’t think she was at school today, even though Blair said she was. I wouldn’t have missed her though. She has bright, pink hair! X-D

Third block was fine until Paull texted me. He told me Landon told him I did something I never did do and never will do. I won’t say what. It’s too horrible, and I don’t want to repeat it. However, I texted Landon to ask him why he told Paull that, and he said he didn’t. I don’t know whether or not to believe him. I wouldn’t put it past Landon to lie, but I also wouldn’t put it past Paull to make up stuff just to piss me off. And he wonders why I don’t like him. Anyway, for the rest of third block, I was shaking and on-edge. I wonder why I even deal with eighth graders. I thought I left the eighth-grade drama behind when I left Hunter Middle, but here I am, caught in it again. It sucks. I WANT MY TINKER BELL JACKET AND MY LEMUR!!!

Fourth block, I was still shaky. However, I had English with Frau Claypool, and there’s so many amusing people in her class that I can’t stay upset for long. We were practicing Greek roots, and Frau Claypool used them to make a bunch of words up that we had to guess the meanings of. One of her words was hedonecroxenometry, and nobody could figure out what it meant. Everyone offered suggestions from what we knew, which was this: hedon=pleasure, necro=dead, xeno=foreign, and metry=the art of measuring. The answer was the pleasure of measuring dead, foreign people, but the funniest suggestion was one Michael Terril made. He suggested “the foreign part of measuring dead pleasure.” OMG! Now think about that!

I haven’t heard from Korean all day. I wonder if he’s alive.

I came home, and I started to work on my English research paper. I have 5o more fact cards to write out, and I accidentally turned in my blank index cards to Ms. Claypool. Now I’m stuck cramming it all in last minute. Oh, well. I shouldn’t have homework tomorrow. Oh, but wait…church. OK. Yeah. I’ll be doing the cramming. Oh well. I’ll get it done one way or the other.

Nothing else important happened today. I can remember. I’ll be going now. Peace out!!!

Deine Emily

The song on my heart of the day:

MAINTAIN CONCIOUSNESS

Relient K (again)

Our concentration it contains a deadly flaw

our conversations change from words to blah, blah blah

we took prescription drugs but look how much good that did

well I think I had a point, but I just got distracted

Lately it just seems to me

like we've got the letters A.D.D.

branded into our mentality

we simply can't focus on anything

because its17, 18, 19 routine and here at 23 it's the same old me

and that one thing of the moment

that we all happen to like will

only very temporarilykinda break the cycle

of the double edged sword

of being lazy and being bored

we just want more and more and more

till it's all we can afford

to keep our eyes open for just one more day

to keep on hoping that we'll stumble on our way

to keep our minds open for just one more day

cause its completely up to usto maintain consciousness

well no one can possibly listen to this

more than 4 reps is just monotonous

we're losing interest, losing interest, losing interest

because its17, 18, 19 routine

even here at 23 it's the same old me

and that one thing of the moment

that we all happen to like will

only very temporarilykinda break the cycle

of the double edged sword

of being lazy and being bored

we just want more and more and more

till it's all we can afford

to keep our eyes open for just one more day

to keep on hoping that we'll stumble on our way

to keep our minds open for just one more day

cause its completely up to usto maintain consciousness

to keep our eyes open for just our more day

to keep on hoping that we'll stumble on our way

to keep our minds open for just one more day

cause its completely up to us

to maintain consciousness

What's the Consolation Prize?

If you know me at all, you know that this is NOT something I would do. Last night, I received a PIX message from a number I did not have in my phone. I knew, however that it was Paull's, because he tried texting me before and Jordan told me who it was and I didn't reply. My ex-boyfriend Landon and I traded lemurs, and he was supposed to give that and my Tinker Bell jacket to Jordan to give to me, but he didn't and I got this message from his retarded friend. I think it was Landon who did this, because it was a foreward. Anyway, I tried to convince Paull he had the wrong number, but that failed miserably. Grr. You know, I have the perfect idea for revenge. I'm not going to do it, because I wouldn't want to sink to their level. I have Landon's trumpet. I could take a picture of one of my friends pretending to play it with his/her butt. Megan would be ideal, because she makes a good constipated face. Wow. That would be horrible of me, and I'm not going to do it, but when I thought of it, I cracked up.

Well, I don't have much time to write more. I'll leave you today with the song on my heart of the day:

I SO HATE CONSEQUENCES

Relient K

And I'm good, good, good to go, And I'm good, good, good to go

I got to get away, get away from all of my mistakes[ repeat ]

So here I sit looking at the traffic lights

The red extinguishes the hope that the green ignites

I want to run away I want to ditch my life

Cause all of my mistakes keep me awake at night

And after all of my alibis desert me

I just want to get byI don’t want nothing to hurt me

I had no idea where my head was at But if my heart says I’m sorry can we leave it at that

Because I just want for all of this to end

And I so hate consequences

And running from you is what my best defense is

Whoaa! Consequences

God, don’t make me face up to this

And I so hate consequences

And running from you is what my best defense is

Cause I know that I let you down

And I don’t want to deal with that

And I'm good, good, good to go And I'm good, good, good to go

I got to get away

Get away from all of my mistakes

It just now hit me this is more than just a set back

And when you spelled it out, well, I guess I didn’t get that

And every trace of momentum is gone

And this isn’t turning out the way I want

And after all of my alibis desert me

I just want to get byI don’t want nothing to hurt me

I had no idea where my head was at

But if my heart says I’m sorry can we leave it at that

Because I just want for all of this to end

And I so hate consequences

And running from you is what my best defense is

Whoaa! Consequences

God, don’t make me face up to this

And I so hate consequencesAnd running from you is what my best defense is

Cause I know that I let you down

And I don’t want to deal with that

And I spent all last night

Tearing down

Every stoplight

And stop sign in this town

Now I think there might

Be no way to stop me now

I'll get away despite

The fact I’m so weighed down

All of my escapes have been exhausted

I thought I had a way but then I lost it

And my resistance was once much stronger

And I know I can't go on like this much longer

When I got tired of running from you

I stopped right there to catch my breath

There your words they caught my ears

You said, “I miss you son. Come home”And my sins, they watched me leave

And in my heart I so believed

The love you felt for me was more

The love I’d wished for all this time

And when the doors were closed

I heard no I told you so’s

I said the words I knew you knew

Oh God, Oh God I needed you

God all this time I needed you, I needed you

And I so hate consequences

And running from you is what my best defense is

I hate these consequences

Cause i know that i let you down,and i don't wanna deal with that

Content in the Same Old Schtick Again

Back to school today. Nothing really happens at school. I HATE school.

Yesterday was the extreme YOOTS night. It's where the people of the youth group get together for kickball and dodgeball. It was fun! This one guy was trying to throw a tennis ball at some other guy, and he hit me hard in the stomach instead. It was larger than the average tennis ball, so it hurt. However, I cracked up when I got hit. I'm not a pansy. He kept apologizing. It was hilarious. I kept telling him I thought it was hilarious, but he still continued to apologize. I just won't tell him about the bruise that was on my stomach later X-D.

So...this morning...In Hansford's we talked about our winter break. I told about going over to the M's house and them taking me out for my birthday. I liked listening to Jason talk. He's funny in the smart guy way. He's totally awesome! In second block, which is German with Claypool, we learned the der-Tabelle. I already knew it, so I was going around "helping" people with theirs. Third block, we actually played music (winds ensemble with Mr. Hoffecker). I found out later that All East Senior Clinic auditions would be in KNOXVILLE, and the practice/performances would be in GATLINGBURG!!! I can't do that! I payed the money to audition and everything, just to find out it would cost more money. I thought it would be in the Chattanooga area. This totally sucks. Fourth Block is Hansford again...I did absolutely nothing. I got on the internet and chatted with Jordan and I wrote out this blog. Ha.

I hope I find my Tinker Bell pen... :-( I had it first and when I went to write in second, I didn't have it. I either put it in my locker or someone in Ms. Hansford's third stole it. I'll cry if I don't find it. I love that pen!!!

Oh, good news!!! Ms. Claypool is going to let me take an easier topic for my research paper!!! Instead of doing Grimm's Law, I'm simply going to do my report on the Grimm Brothers. Grimm's Law is a bunch of linguistic stuff that Jakob Grimm discovered about relationships between words in different languages. The problem is, I don't know enough about linguistics to understand their lingo. Ha ha. Linguistic lingo. That's hilarious. I talked to her about it, and now I can focus on their fairy tales. That's my favorite thing about them. Hooray for the Grimms!!! ^_^

Well, I shall indulge you tommorrow, if I get the chance. You'll only know of half my day though, becuase I'll only be able to post during lunch.

Tchüss!!!

Deine Emily