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Christy, is it wrong that this reminded me of you?

Um.

So.

Summer.

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:)

:(

:/

Those are my emotions regarding the whole thing.

There have been the awesome things -the Fall Out Boy concert, being an extra in a Larry the Cable Guy movie, starting up colorguard, FRIENDS ARE BACK FROM COLLEGE etc-, and there have been some not so great things -breaking up with an amazing guy, my mom and her boyfriend's problems and just strangeness where that's concerned, and the superficial aspect of getting strange tan lines. sadly, i think i will need a self-tanner-, and i'm kind of apathetic on several things -mostly the whole not having a social life thing. But whatever. (ok, thats a lie. i want to have one. but i'm finding it hard to do so. dammit.)-, but overall, it's been a pretty normal summer for me.

YAAAAY.

And the like.

ANYWAY.

I have five pages of "Diaries..." written. And i've been searching for something(s) good to read. Anyone have any ideas?

ALSO-

TELL ME ABOUT YOUR SUMMMMMMMMERZ.

I want to know(z).

So my school caught on fire today.

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I don't have school for the rest of the week.

Can anyone say "AWESOME?!?!?!?!"






Also, can anyone explain to me how a transformer explodes?

Have you ever had one of those days where you just want to be quiet and solemn and rethink any and everything you've ever though, said, or did?

Yea, I'm having one of those days today.




Lately I've just been feeling... not myself.

Listless.

Lifeless.

I feel like I'm being pulled in five thousand different directions, and yet I have NO direction.

Like I have no purpose.

And there are so many people that need help more than I do right now, and so I help them to best of my abilities. But since I haven't been able to concentrate on me for so long, the "best of my abilities" isn't enough.

And then I realize it isn't enough, so then I feel bad because I'm a horrible, horrible person and can't make others happy.

Probably because you need to be happy yourself.

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Dammit, none of this is coming out right.





Balls.

I.....

....

EH.

Too many emotions right now.

Mostly I'm just missing people and feeling like a bad person.

Also, trying to write and finding it difficult because of the mood i'm in.

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I miss people.

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LOVE.

I got my prom dress today.

:)

:)^2

So I haven't been on here for a while. Namely..forever. Though, before you cast stones upon the wrens -blantantly stole that from some Gwendolyn Brooks poetry- I shall explain the dealio.

¤SICK. ^2

I was sick ^2 for a about two weeks. So sick that I didn't go to school and had no thoughts about doing so. And when I WAS at school, all I thought about was going home and sleeping. Sleeping the deep, deep sleep of a thousand undead babies. (ie, a lot.)

This has proven to make me unavailable to do my regular afterschool activies, including Theatre -which KILLS ME. %45879654989746546. 'cause I have a head position and I'm not there to do my job and it SUCKS-, Forensics, and Prism.

All of this sucks.

Also because this means I don't get to see my friends and boyfriend, all of which i miss very, very, very, VERY MUCH.


¤ My grandfather was in the hospital, and is now back in.

He has a Alzheimers and fell and had to go in, and now he has a urinary track infection/liver malfunction, and we've been visiting him and my grandmother as much as possible.


So again, missing the aftershool and the friends. DAMMIT.

¤ Got sick again.

READ ABOVE.

¤Sprained thumb.

I fell off another stationary objection -not a stationary bike this time, but a chair. The first will continue to be the dumbest moment of my life- and sprained my thumb. Of my right hand. I couldn't write or ANYTHING. Was out of doing school work and afterschool work -even though i had tests and stuff to make up for from when i was sick.

I used to be ambidextrist. (that is not spelled correctly, and i don't care. ... much.) Apparently, I am not anymore.

¤Grounded.

This pisses me off, as it was because I got a 1 -read, F- in ICA H. It was SUPPOSED to be an Incomplete 'cause it was because I hadn't taken some tests from when I was sick -because of the grandfather and the sick and the thumb- but for some reason it came up as a 1, and since I'm generally a straight-A student, my mom flipped, and so I was then grounded.

Now I'm grounded because of a little fight we had regarding my family and Easter -LOOOOONG explination that really doesn't matter- and will only be able to stay after school till five each night. Which really SUCKS because I've neglected my head duties for about FOREVER and it will really SUCK if I only stay till five, which is when things are barely getting started.

DAMMIT.

-explodes-

But other than that, I went to San Francisco. Did everything you're supposed to while out there. Golden Gate Bridge and Park, the Painted Ladies, Muir Woods -THE MOST AMAZING PLACE EVER-, Japanese tea garden, China town, GHOST HUNT -SOOO much fun-, eat a crap load of sea food -even though i felt guilty stealing food from the penguins and dolphins-, trolley, wharfing it up, ocean, pictures, family, etc.

Then I came home and filmed a movie. And hung out the amazing AMY, and other such things.

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So, that's my update.

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How's everyone else doing?

OK. SO!

I'm pissed off right now, and for reasons almost directly based to fanfiction.EVIL.

So people like to try and copy "Diaries...", and I've kind of gotten used to that fact.

HOWEVER!

Now people are copying my summary. Holy @#^$# do people not realize that that is just another form of plagerizing? (That doesn't look like it's spelled correctly, but ARGH. ARRRRGH.)

Now, I know no one really reading this, but I'd appreciate it if you see someone like 'Siriusly Kewl' who's pretty much copying off of me, if you'd tell me. That'd be pretty sweet.

-is pissed off-

-and really not for a good reason-

-ARGH-

I have updated!

BUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

-coughs-

So, I'm in an extrememememememememely good mood for someone who's so sick. Why, you may ask, weeeeeell:

I have a boyfriend. -squees/dances/coughs up a lung/dances-

Also! Alllllllso! I now have a chance to work on "Diaries...". I think it's kind of sad that I've been so busy that I haven't had time to update in, well, forever, and that the only time that I CAN update is when I'm at home with a 101.9 fever and coughing up a lunch. (That is defiantely supposed to be lung, but lunch is just so much funnier. -gigglesnorts-)

Soooo, I'll think maybe I'll post my favorite quote from the upcoming chapter. (It's only 3 pages at this point, and will probably end up being a two-parter 'cause, well, I'm not going to write a 246464564987 page chapter. SOOOOO, yea. -don't kill me, don't kill me, don't kill me-)

Sooooo x 5455454, BEHOLD!:

"Where to now?" He asked, pushing the door behind him shut with his foot.

I sighed. "To the lions den."

He blinked at me. "You have a pet lion?!"

And then, just because I needed to, I blinked at him. "No. I meant the living room."

"Oh."

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"You do realize you just sounded like Peter, right?"

"Shut up."

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Yaaay, poorly written as of RIGHT.NOW. But! By the time comes for me to actually upload it, it shall be... glorious? Hopefully? I dunno. Mostly I'm just amused at the, "you have a pet lion!?" thing. -Sigh- Oooh Sirius, you're such a dork.

OK. So.

I'm not normally one of those people that can sit in front of a computer and talk seriously about anything when I'm not actually talking to anyone. But it's gotten to the point where I am just confused and emotional that I feel like I need to say SOMETHING, otherwise I feel like I might explode.

So... here it goes.

OK. So... as some of you may or may not know by now, I was in an abusive relationship for six months of my life. It was one of the hardest, scariest, most confusing times in my life, and afterwards I was afraid to let anyone get close to me. Now I feel fine talking about it, and I've gotten to a place where I think I'll be able to open up to people again. And I think I've maybe found a person that I can finally be myself with.

HOWEVER. The whole fiasco revolving around this person and myself is extremely confusing. One minute it seems that he likes me, and people are telling me that he does, and the next people are saying things like, "he does, but he doesn't."

And so then I get even MORE confused, up to the point where I have no idea how I should act around him, talk to him, or even how I feel about him. It's just so damn perplexing that it's gotten to the point where I don't even know if I want to tell him anything, no matter how I feel about him, for fear of becoming even more confused by what he says.

Because some days it seems like he returns my feelings, but then on others I'm told, "so, unless you feel very strongly for him, I would just try to become more than friends, but less than lovers."

What the hell does that even MEAN!?

Do you see what I mean by my being confused?

-bashes head on desk-

I'm tired of being like this. I'm tired of not knowing what the hell I should do, when normally I know exactly what I want to do for people, and what I want from them.

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I just realized that none of this made any sense. But I'm going to post it anyway, and hopefully someone will know what the hell i'm talking about.

-beats head repeatedly-

OK. SO.

It's been about forever since I've updated. So.. I'll tell you some of what's been going on in my life.

¤Birthday!

So, I am officially 16. Yay. -dances- I don't have my DL yet, but I've got car keys. Which isn't really a good compensation, but whatever.

As for birthday shindigs I had the AMAZING Pokémon Party. -dances MORE- People showed up and we had a glorious/amazing/highly awesome time dressing up and watching movies and playing pokémon snap and eating food and generally just having a great time (and also writing run-on sentences). Some of the amazing costumes were: Doduo, Zapdos, Cubone, Jynx, that adorable teddybear thing that for some reason just ESCAPES me right now, as well as a dirty slut, and many others. -sighs happily- Probably I'm going to need to have another one. Or... something like it. Pictures will be up on facebook.

¤Heart Hop!

This was last night, and it was AMAZING. -huggles self-

I had the best date, the best group, the best time, the best everything, really. And I looked hot in my dress, if I do say so myself. -note slightly sarcasm- But anyway, pictures are up on facebook and they are gorgeouuuuus. Everyone was looking their best and sparkliest and essentially just sextastic. So.. that was good.

¤Started writing the long-awaited chapter for "Diaries..."!

So far... I am amused. Expect it up... sometime.

¤I got some much needed sleep this week!

Yay!

There are bigger, more important things that I want to talk about right now, but I don't really feel like it's my place to. So... I won't.

ANYWAY.

I love you all!

Yay! Love!

I don't feel like talking about all that's going on. So.. HERE'S A SURVEY!


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MY BIRTHDAY IS TOMORROW!!!

YAY!!!!

I'M TURNING 16!!

WHEEEEEE!!

So.

I was defiately going to post something long about the play, buuuuuuuut I have a fever of about 101 right now and kind of just forgot what I wanted to say.

/I'm too lazy-tired to write it right now.

SOOOOO I think I'll go lay on the couch.

Tonight was opening night! WHOOO!!

-huggles life-

All of the hard work me and my fellow castmates have put in has finally paid off! FIVE AND A BILLION + SIXTY PERCENT = THE SEX!

WHOOOOOO!

-dies because she's so happy-

Plus, I'm not as confused as I was yesterday. Not that you guys knew what the hell I was confused about, but still. WHEEEEEE!

-HAPPY BALL DANCE-

-THE BALL IS A PIKACHU-

-LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!-

So much has happened this week that I don't know what to say. So I'll just bullet.

¤Finals.
¤Forensics.
¤"Hell week part I" for the Black Box Show.
¤Second Cousin died. Family flew in from Arizona. Went to wake. Cried.
¤Confusion. Lots and Lots of confusion.
¤Really just wanted to give someone a hug.
¤Was very cryptic and vague about everything.

Yea.

That was a my week.

Cherice, I'm here for ya.

So my dad was at work today, getting yelled at by a customer because that's just what happens when you're in the heating and air conditioning buisness, when all of a sudden he gets tunnel vision, chest pains, headache, couldn't breathe, and his blood pressure was sky-rocketing. So once he was done he left to go to the Urgent Care place to figure out if he was sick or whatever. And while there, they took his blood pressure and it was something like 164 over 124. Meaning... they thought he was having a heart attack.

So they send him in an ambulence to the emergency room. And while there he's calls my sister and I and are like, "So, yea, I'm at the hospital. If you guys could, like, stay home and wait so I can get a ride home from you, that'd be SWELL."

And so of course Megan and I hightail it over the ER to go and sit with our dad.

While there, my dad informs us that he did NOT, in fact, have a heart attack like everyone was thinking that did, but instead that he may have had "only a minor stroke".

So cut to Megan and I looking freaked out going, "Wait.. what?!"

Only before he can answer, they wheel him away to get a CAT scan.

About five minutes later he comes back and he's like, "THERE WAS A LASER! WHEEEE!" It's at this time that we realize that our father is high off the medicine that they gave him. My dad then proceeds to say the dumbest things on the face of the earth. Observe:

There was a man in the bed next to him that didn't speak English, and my dad turns to us and goes, "There's a wookie over there!"

When the nurse came to take some blood, he yelled, "No more blood, GOUL!"

Nurse- "Excuse me sir, we're going to need to take more blood. Don't worry, it'll only be a little prick."
My father- "Who you callin' a little prick?!"

There are many, MANY other great ones, but those are the only two I can remember. ANYWAY, back to the story.

So the doctor comes back and goes, "Yea, so, we have no idea what the hell is wrong with you. You didn't have a heart attack or a stroke, but we it could be something else, and we want you to stay over night for observations."

Only my dad is the single most stubborn person ON THE EARTH, so he says, "Meh, I'm going home."

And nothing the doctor or my sister and I say will change his mind. So he leave against medical attention and my sister and I are like, "WTF?!" and we're still worried 'cause we have no idea what the hell is wrong with him and he won't stay to see what it is either.

Mostly I think this is stupid.

Very, very stupid.

ANYWAY, that's that.

I'm too tired to go into much more detail. So... I'll post more later.

So, let me tell you about my good news.

Apparnetly, a couple of days ago, a woman called both the head of Forensics -hither to be known as Crowley- and the theatre god - Foxxy-poo - and we were like, "dude, we need someone to read this story on the underground railroad on february 18th. Thing you could maybe get someone to do this for us?!"

Foxxy-poo told us at the theatre meeting on Thursday about this and was kind of just like, "this crazy lady called me... needs someone... underground railroad... blah blah blah MOVING ON!..."

Crowley, on the other hand, was like, "Someone, please, do this. SOMEONE!"

No one, of course, offered, because we all thought we would be talking to little kids. And little kids suck.

So then today Crowley comes up to me and says, "Hey, Melissa, would you be interested?"

And since I'm me, I was like, "Yea, sure, whatever Crowley-pants."

So he gave me Jean's -that's the lady- number and I called her, and instantly the lady was like, "YAY! SOMEONE! YOU'D BE PERFECT! I LOVE YOUR VOICE! YAY! CAN I USE YOUR NAME IN A NEWSPAPER ARTICLE?! YAY! LETS TALK ABOUT SHOW BUISNESS! YAAAAY!"

So now I am apparently going to be speaking at Stacy's Tavern (Cabin? What, I dunno.) on February 18th about a slave on the underground railroad.

YAY.

-dances... kind of-

In other, slightly related news, tomorrow is one hardcore Forensics tournament. I am double entered. I need to get up at five in the morning. I wont be home till seven at night.

Someone kill me.

ALSO, the play is coming up soon. January 24-26th, to be exact. Only seven days before my birthday.

And I'm so excited! Anyone able to come and sse it, COME AND SEE IT, DAMMIT!

-end public service announcment-