Desperate

Oh, my gods.

School ends tomorrow.

It will be my last day at a school where I basically grew up, yo-yo-ed between friends and stood up for the ones I actually liked, eavesdropped, laughed, cried, worried and smiled.

Now, I am hit with the realization that I will never never ever go back there as a normal student. Only a little while ago, I would have embraced this and run out of the place screaming.

I hate change. Especially change of mood. Especially change of mood about something important.

I need a stunt. I need something big and miraculous to happen to me. I need something different to happen in my life. I always know what to expect. I hate being like this, but there is nothing exciting in my life!

BLEH.

I am in a dark-gray mood.

Which is not a mood for a Muse or quote.

If you must know.

As you may be able to see,

I am alive. I actually did not dance because fate was kind to me (for once)! I hurt my knee tripping in the hallway right before the skit and the skit had to go on without my mad dancing skills. Oh, wait, sorry. Skillz.
It is really really hot outside. Well, it's hot for where I live, anyway (I'm sure my cousins would have something to say to me if I complained about how hot it was), especially considering it's May. Last May we were wearing coats and full-sleeves until the end. Now we are melting and unwilling to move.
Thankfully, my room is in the basement, which is the coldest place in the house in the summer. Unthankfully, everyone wants to move there now.
School is ending in four days, and I have a list of things that I would like to do over the summer. Most of them are watching certain movies and reading certain books. There are also a few things that I would like to bake this summer, like Blondies (a vanilla brownie). I've had them once, and they were delicious!
There is a thing that I was discussing on the phone today with my cousin Questa, who, if you have not guessed by now, is the same person as J. I will give up J and just say Questa.
So I was talking to Questa about Twitter. Ah, Twitter. You suck.
Nobody cares what you are eating right now, unless you happen to be Taylor Swift, in which case K is very interested. Anyway, I am assuming most of us are not Taylor Swift. Or K. So we don't really care about when you go to the bathroom! Do not share it with us!
So we were thinking about a guy who tweeted the stupidest stuff, like:
I am not going to tweet anymore. *post*
I am going outside, and I'm not tweeting while I'm there. *post*
I'm outside, and guess who's not TWEETING! *post*
I'm deleting my Twitter account, yo. *post*
I'm so sick and tired of Twitter! I don't even tweet that often! *post*
Here I am, about to delete my Twitter account! *post*
You won't hear from me anymore! Not like you heard me a lot anyway! Good-bye! *post*
Hovering over the delete button... *post*
There. I deleted it. SUCKS TO YOU. *post*
I can't tweet anymore. I hated Twitter anyway. *post*
And etc.
We went on like this for a half-hour. What if someone made a Twitter account like that? Would anyone actually read it?

Quote for Sunday, May 23, 2010:

A hat should be taken off when you greet a lady and for the rest of your life. Nothing looks more stupid than a hat.

-P.J. O'Rourke

and

A man is nothing without his hat.

-Buzz Lightyear, Toy Story 2 (1999)

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Hat)

Muse for Today:

How much cake can I eat in one sitting without exploding?

Will I ever find out?

Why do I care?

How Embarrassing.

I am clumsy and quiet, which translates that I embarrass myself a lot.

Which is somewhat counterproductive, because the whole bloody point of being quiet is to minimize all embarrassing moments. Does this work? No. Not if you go to my school, where everyone from four years down to four years up knows your name.

Usually, I have no excuse for the stupid things I do. They usually involve dancing, because I could not dance to save my life, although I have yet to find a situation in which I would need to dance in order to save my life. Can you imagine that?

Evil Villain: All right. I have captured you for some unfathomable reason, because you neither hold exceptional power, intelligence, beauty, or money.

Me: That sounds reasonable. And kind.

EV: Now that I have you and am waiting for a response to my ransom note, I will need you to do something.

*dramatic pause*

Else you shall DIE.

*dramatic pause*

I shall need you to dance.

Me: What?!

EV: Go on! The Worm? The Macarena? The fist pump? Anything! Your doom awaits!

THEN I would die. But nothing that desperate has happened to me yet. Still, it just so happens that most, if not all of my embarrassing moments occurred because of dancing, clothing, sneezing, exiting or entering rooms at inappropriate times, and one time, cornbread and Snapple. I don't even remember what happened, just that cornbread and Snapple were involved somehow and that it seemed quite scarring.

Not scarring enough if you've forgotten, says my mind.

Shut up, mind. I am trying to tell a story here, and your comments are not helping. You've already put me horribly off track. Look. I was talking about dancing and now I'm talking about cornbread. Shame on ye.

Ah yes. The embarrassing moments that I push myself into hardly count. I don't even remember those. The ones that other people do to me (which also mostly involve dancing) are the ones I remember best, like a time in the sixth grade that I have only ever told B about. That was scarring.

THIS one. Involves DANCING. It is making me so ANGRY and ANNOYED and SCARED that it is CAUSING me to CAPITALIZE important words.

I don't want to. BLEH.

I will let you know if I survive with my dignity intact. (Which I won't.)

Quote for Thursday, May 20, 2010:

Nemo enim fere saltat sobrius, nisi forte insanit.

No one dances sober, unless he is insane.

-Cicero, Pro Murena (Ch. vi, sec. 13).

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Dancing

)

Muse for Today:

The fact that school ends in FIVE DAYS and that my gym clothes smell like they were dipped in perfume concentrate because of the Girls' Locker Room, even though my socks smell bad.

And this, which is a t-shirt design that I wish I'd made:

What do I love?

• Right now? Not much.

I'm still running off of yesterday. The hatred is still present. Hopefully not perpetually, because that would make me an angry teenager. That is too cliche for me. And I don't know how to be a goth.

I Hate...

• the song 'Hips Don't Lie' by Shakira.
• various people with whom I go to school.
• war.
• the presence of war in Social Studies. Can't we talk about anything else?
• Math. Especially GEOMETRY. My hatred for Geometry deserves its own post.
• e-mail. Not all of e-mail, actually. How I DON'T CHECK IT AT THE RIGHT DARN TIMES.
• people who chew their gum like cows.
• book banners.
• bullies.
• the song 'No One' by Alicia Keys.
• people who look sad all of the time/are always crying.
• tests. ESPECIALLY MATH TESTS.
• stupid project partners who don't do their work.
• stupid friends who act like they're not your friends sometimes.
• secrets.
• feeling helpless.
• speaking in front of people.
• mannerless people.
• any song by Ke$ha and Justin Bieber. They could be lovely people, just please don't allow them to sing.
• Sundays.
• Mondays.
• dances.
• dancing.
• it when people say that seafood is not meat. Yes, it is.
• people who have obnoxious laughs.
• several game show hosts.
• when it's too too hot or too too cold.
• unfair teachers.
• people who are too too perfect/too too nice because they are definitely hiding something.
• backstabbers.
• traitors.
• reality show people.
• people who are angry for no reason.
• people who are not angry with me but take it out on me anyway.
• bad books.
• corrupt politicians.
• several people who go to my school. Did I say that already?
• when the Internet dies.
• cleaning my room.
• cleaning anything.
• Susan from The Chronicles of Narnia: The Last Battle because she's such a doofus.
• Twilight ripoffs, like this one book called Fallen (don't ever read it, it stinks SO MUCH).
• angry silence.
• the sight of gratuitous carnage/blood.
• certain boys who go to my school.
• certain girls who go to my school, especially one who fake-bakes and looks orange. She also wears too much makeup- you can see the oil building up at the side of her nose. We have the same birthday.
• that that girl and I have the same birthday.
• phonies.
• when things don't work out.
• people who roll their eyes when they think that you aren't looking.
• MTV. I thought they played music. Apparently I was wrong?
• Sonny With a Chance. The only good thing that came out of that was "Really, Chad? Really?" Well, that's not the only good thing. But it stinks now.
• vomiting.
• people who won't read.
• people who won't read and convince others not to read.
• Wizards of Waverly Place. That show is just plain bad and I knew it from the start.
• headaches.
• bad soap operas.
• bad movies with bad actors.
• sexual/violent video games.
• memorizing nonsense.
• writer's block.
• pongal, which is an Indian food that you might have had before. If you haven't, you are missing nothing.
• when people act like they're really cool when they're not.
• petty anger.
• hypocrisy, which I am displaying a generous amount of with this list.

And this isn't even all. I might have to do a Part Two to this.