Sunday, July 16, 2006 7:06 AM
High ho, high ho,
It's off to camp I go!
I've packed as stylishly as the occasion permits (oversized tee-shirts and soffe shorts) and will try to stick to my beauty routine (brushing my teeth).
It's an all girls camp.
Which is fun because all of the "girl power!" stuff and not caring what you look like or shaving your legs, but towards the end, you do get a little boy crazy and start trying to flirt with the fat guy that picks up the garbage.
Well at least this year it's one testosterone free week instead of two. But i would have stayed longer if me and Mary hadn't signed up so late...
OK, well I got to be on my way. Tata!
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Saturday, July 15, 2006 2:16 PM
BAH!
Egads, the new layout is up. Unfortunetly, my computer's a bit weird, so I can't tell if its all finished until I look at this blog from another computer.
Oh and comments are also weird. You have to click on the date of the post....yeah, I have no idea how that happened. Maybe I'll fix it, maybe I won't.
Anyway, I'm watching an old favorite movie, Pirates of Carribean, the first one! Yay!! I love Johnny Depp!!
Most people think Orlando Bloom is the hottest in that movie, but nooo way is he sexier than Johnny Depp. Even if he is a drunk pirate wearing eyeliner. Somehow it works for him. But I do think it's sad because he's a brilliant actor, but his most acclaimed role is the drunk pirate wearing eyeliner.
OK, well I finally have to go pack. Tata!
[EDIT]- Finally, new layout is up. And will be for a long time. It took me foreverrrrrr. I never want to spend this much time on the computer again.
Cya in a week!
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10:17 AM
I've got a secret, nanny nanny boo-boo!
Just searching around blogs and came upon The Tome of Communism. Very funny, but in the "To hell with them all." entry, I'm pretty sure I fall into one of those categories. Oh well.
Maybe will join blog thing?? What are the chances of anyone I know clicking on a sidebar link? Will wait for Sarah to come back from vacation, since chances of anyone commenting are less then anyone finding this blog.
About the entry I'm am longer speaking of (2 entries ago), I am ABSOLUTLEY positive no smoving is going on. None. Well at least not of Dan...
In other news, Jazzie face pantie-poo is going blind!!
In case you don't speak idiot, my dog, Jasmine is going to go blind!! It really isn't much of a suprise, (her eyes are about as big as a nickles and her head is smaller than an orange) and I highly doubt her temper would be affected because well, she doesn't like ...er...people very much.
But no, she is not the minion of the anti-christ and yes, she likes her clothes.
But she still has 6 years left on her life-expectancy and if we don't put this cream stuff on her eyeball (ew) twice a day, every day, she will go blind. Poor baby face pants. Then again, do you really need to see if all you do is sit on the couch all day?
Gah, i keep getting these little "AOL System Msg" things because someone (or just the computer downstairs) is signing onto my screen name. I think I just forgot to shut off the computer, but it happens repeatedly. Who has my password? The only person that had it was Laura, (who, as I have pointed out before, may be legally insane) and I deleted that screen name because then I changed my password so frequently that I forgot what it was.
Oops.
Oh yeah, I'm going to Camp Hoo-hoo-hoover tomorrow with my very excellent best friend Mary! She doesn't live in my town (the one next to it actually, which is practicaly the same thing) and we met on my gymnastics team. So we've been friends ever since.
Anyway, we're going to Cmap Hoover, which is a girl-scout camp. No, I'm not a girl-scout. I sort of, um, got a friend who was a girl scout to get the forms for me. SO I guess you could say I snuck into girl-scout camp.
Why would anyone want to go to girl-scout camp? Let me tell you. You see, no one is your stereotypical girl-scout. In fact, half of them aren't. When me and Sarah L went there for the first time last year, we were in for a major shock. We had joked about before how everyone was going to think we were so bad and racy and all that because, well, everyone there was a girl-scout.
We were so wrong.
We get there and the first thing we do is meet our counselors. Foz (they all have fake names) turns out to have 5 pircing in each year and one through the cartilage on her nose like a bull, and Belle has 3 tatoos. Now, me and Sarah L are from a resoundingly suburban, upper-middle class town, so this was considered very risque. Then we meet our tent unit mates. (yes, we live in tents, but they're huge, have 5 cots inside and raised off the ground. And they're much better than the cabins. If one of the huge hairy bugs that hang around in the woods gets in, you just have to left the flap and knock it out. In a cabin, you're stuck with it.)
Jesse has a belly button ring, Amanda's hair is dyed orange, Kerry has a nose, cartilage and eyebrow pricing (she had to take it out because it was infected) and Jess's friend just got arrested for peeing on a fire hydrant while completely wasted. Besides katrina (the stereotypical girl-scout) me and Sarah L were the most innocent ones there.
So, blah di blah, we had the best 2 weeks of the summer, there was a bear in the back of the cabin which sarah spotted while almost completely naked, we stayed up til 2 trying to catch a huge spider with a pad, dyed eachother hair with kool-aid in our tent.....yeah.
So that's why this year, I'm going back with Mary, whose been there since she was 8.
That's also why I can't do anything today because I have to pack. Hopefully my mom will let me out, but first me and my friends need to think of something to do. Which we can't. We spent the last night wandering around Kathryn's neighborhood, the night before that watching a movie, and then night before that watching a movie and then the night before that complaining how boring the summer is and how we can't wait til highschool.
Gah, we need lives.
Hmm,thinking abot making a new layout today. Something with a side bar so you don't have to click all the annoying links everywhere. Maybe I'll keep the same color scheme becasuse I like cherries. OH wait, just realized perverted connotation that cherries have. Now I really should change my layout...
OH and Roger has changed, yet again. In case you didn't know, Roger is the imaginary person that represent my current crush, so I don't actually have to use my crush's name. Like a code name, but I don't call it a code name because those are soooo 5th grace. So, Roger could be more than one person, or no one. I dont really care is that doesn't make sense because I made Roger up, so I make the rules.
Anyway, there is noooo way you'd ever guess who Roger was this time. And I can't tell you because admitting it out loud would be even more embarassing (to myself) than the whole Dan thing. And the person is ssooo unlikely that no one would even think about him.
So, total secrets only I know: 1
I'm so proud of myself!
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Friday, July 14, 2006 2:46 PM
From tennis seduction to escape attempts, this summer isn't what I'd thought it would be...
OK, now in the light of day, that last entry seems...er...
Well anyway, I'm pretty sure that I don't smove him now, since the very idea repulses me and it was just guy withdrawal from spending 7 days with just my friends.
[EDIT] That entry was deleted for safety reasons. Well, mine.
Moving on! We had a "tournament" in tennis class today (me and ariel are doing an "older beginners" class which is code for "why didn't you start when you were 4, idiots") and I did not do horribly. It wasn't really a tournament, it was more like "let's play everyone in the class and see how badly we can embarass each other".
So, I played Ariel first and beat her 7-6, but only because I served first. Then I played this Spencer kid, who is really short and red headed and probably one of the more talkative ones in the class (most of the guys just sit and grunt when you try to be friendly). I lost 7-2. Heehee. Then I played this girl Jackie, and the only reason I scored the 2 points i did was because she messed up on her start offs.
Then, I went on to Brian, this kid from the grade below us. I lost 7-3, but the only reason I scored those 3 points was because I looked down and bit my lip. I wore a tank top in my secret special green color which (if I do say so myself) makes me look really good, and I probably ended up showing some cleavage. Before tennis, I said to myself, "If i'm gonna suck today, I might as well look good doing it!"
Well, it definetly worked on Brian, who kept calling things out so I'd get a point. For example, here's a bit of game comversation:
Me: [high pitched voice] Was that out or in? [it was in, it was right on the line but I just wanted to try something]
Brian: Uh..
Me: [bits lip and looks down, leans forward on tennis racket]
Brian: It was out! It was out! Your point.
Heehee. I feel so powerful. But I still can't believe guys are soo easy to manipulate! I mean it is sort of mean using their weakness for your benefit, but it's so fun and so simple. HOpefully, I will not become into evil men-sucking leech.
Anyway, after that I played this Ben kid who was worse than I am if that's possible. Not to mention extremly annoying and funky smelling. So, we're tied 6-6, with him serving. he serves, and I hit it back (really, really high, but Sloan, who is one of the coaches, told me that was good as long as it was in-bounds. She also said that my backhand was really hard to hit. Yay!). I was aiming for the far corner, so it would be in, but he would have no way of getting to it.
Well, I did that, and it was totally in-bounds, wasn't even touching the lines, and he called it out! Stupid cheesy smelling frog! Well, I let it go because I had a feeling that 1. he didn't have many friends and 2. he hadn't won a game yet.
Next game, I played this guy Adam, who for some unknown reason, really got on my nerves. So, we're playing and I'm winning by 2 points. So I go, "Is the score 6-5?" even though I was sure it was 6-4 and I just wanted conformation.
HE SAID YES!! Self-serving poop with hair resembling a brillo pad! He went on to win, 7-6, but I'm sure I would have won if he hadn't cheated. I didn't make a big deal about it because, well, it was only tennis.
Moral of this story: Guys cheat, but if you bit your lip they'll do anything you want.
Well, yesterday, something incredibly embarassing happened to me, and I wanted to melt into a little puddle of Michelle. But not before i beat Dylan with my racket.
I'm Cursed Event #12-
Gah! I have my strong desire to be good at tennis to blame for this.
So, it all starts out completely normal and innocent. Because we were having our "tournament" tomorrow, me and Ariel wanted to practice a bit. However, she didn't have a racket so I took the biggest one I could find in my garage, stuffed it in a backpack with my racket and rode on my bike to Ariel's house. First mistake.
From there we rode to the tennis courts outside the community pool, which is THE place to be in the summer because it's really the only thing to do in this town. So we start playing (badly) and all of a sudden, Ariel looks behind her and whisper shouts, "Dylan's coming down the walkway! We can probably play one more set before he gets here!" That is sooo like him. Just swoops in and destroya whatever fun I had been having. So what if there was no possible way he could have known we were there.
Of course, we play the one set, then sprint to a bench outside of the courts. We wait to see if he comes around. Second mistake.
No duh, Dylan comes around the corner. As soon we see him, we make a mad dash for the bikes. I stuff the racket sin the backpack, put the tennis balls in my buttpack and Ariel is already in the parking lot.
SHE ABANDONED ME!
In my time of need, too. She's not the one who was obsessed with Dylan last year. She's not the one who hates him with a passion she could devote to something productive but choses not to. She's not the one who if Dylan had a choice between spending a day with or chewing off his own foot, he would chose the foot option.
So after yelling, "Ariel, this is so unfair!" after her, I got on my bike and proceeded to get the hell out of there as soon as I could. However, just now the rackets decided to fall to the side, unzipping the backpack and falling out.
Reacting as any normal person would, I screamed in frustration. I drop my bike (the kick stand spontaneously combusted like a week ago) and stomp over to where the rackets fell. However, Dylan (once again out to ruin my life), instead of stopping at the tennis courts like we predicted, had kept walking and now was 10 feet behind me.
I was mortified!! I just wanted to curl up into a ball right there and not move until he went away. I seriously think that if I was an animal, I would be an ostricht, because there reaction to things is to hide their head in the ground. It doesn't protect them form anything, and it's not like no one can see them, but at least your face is covered.
Bah. If it was any other person, any other guy, me and ariel would have kept playing. We would have said hi, maybe stopped to talk, but NO it had to be tennis pro Dylan.
Sometimes I think that my hatred of him is a bit irrational, but then I just think about all the times he...um..he...did mean things. Yes, he did lots of mean things. Well anyway, that's besides the point.
Well since I missed so much blogging time, let me just give you all the gossip i recently heard. It's a bit slow since I'm not in school, but none the less juicy. I fyou really care. Because once you think about it, who does care? I, personally, probably wouldn't want to hear gossip when I don't know the people. That's just boring. No matter, I will tell you anyway.
the lowdown: From the couple standpoint, there's been a few changes.
Sarah L and Brian: OVER
Kathryn L and George: together!
Carrie and Dan ?: together!
Sarah and Brian: We were all expecting it. They haven't talked since..oh god, probably the first time they broke up. Sorry Sarah, but Brian is BOOOOR-ING! He sort of nice, He's sort of smart, he's not funny and he got a couple whacks from the ugly stick. She broke up with him at the fireworks, but it was no big deal. So, no suprises there.
Kathryn Land George: Another out of the blue boyfriend by Kathryn L! First Nick W, and now the kid I forgot was in our grade even when I lived around the corner from him! I'm serious, I haven't heard George speak since 4th grade. Well at least George is above 5 feet, and won't headbutt her in the stomach everytime she goes in for a hug.
this just in: EMILY AND KEVIN ON THE ROCKS AGAIN!!
I don't really know much, but her away message is "trying to see if kevin will talk to me.." Hm.. what could have happened now?
Another thing: Sarah L just told me that she's going to this camp Island Lake for 2 weeks like she always does, and Dylan is going too! She has to spend two weeks with him and.. gah. Bad.
Well if she tells any of my other friends anyhting, they'll tell me. Hopefully. Well Emma will because she has a big mouth, Ariel will (maybe) out of loyalty, and Sarah, you better tell me. Too bad KAthryn is so good at keeping secrets.
OK, back to the program, folks!
Carrie and Dan?: This is a very new and mysterious developement. I don't evne know how and when they got together. Im not even sure which Dan it is. There's Dan G, who is autistic and has anger problems so that's out of the question and then there's Dan Becca's brother, which, although possible, is unlikely becuase he doesn't hang out with Carrie's crowd and is annoying and ugly. But hey, alot of girls adore Hayden so I guess that Dan's in the running. Then there's Dan U, who is good looking but more annoying and also possible. There's also Dan M, but no girl in their right mind would go out with. Well, there was Laura but I'm not so sure about her mental stability. However, the most probable in Dan B because he already gone through Nicole and Nan, who are both Carrie's friends. Or might be. You can never tell with that group.
Well aside from that, the rumor mill is practically shut down for the summer. Unfortunetly.
Decison:SHould I join this blog thing?
There's this thing that called the Bestest Blog of All Time, and it has this link exchange. So, if I put a link to that place in my blog, my link is on the sidebar of that one, and there's a rotation that shows my link. But, I realllly don't want anyone I know finding this blog. I also want some more people to occasionally look at it. What should I do?
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Tuesday, July 11, 2006 1:45 PM
I've Been Tagged!!
Whoa!! I came back on this thing to discover like 7 new posts in my cbox, and that "i've been tagged" by Becky! OK, let me sort thorugh this.
Thanks everyone for the comments!! Yay!! Someone welse besides Sarah, who I see literally every day and just spent the last 7 days at a beach house with is actually reading this blog.
Oh and Becky, it's a fake tatoo, and doesn't hurt whatsoever. I don't have nearly enough balls to go and actually get a real one.
Instructions:
1. Do the following WITHOUT complaint.
2. Choose 5 people to do this after you’ve completed yours.
3. Leave a tag on the person’s tagboard to say he/she have been tagged.
4. Start your post with I have been tagged! Then do this. (copy and paste!)
Favourites:
Favourite Colour: green, orange and blue, in that order.
Favourite Food: cheeeeese
Favourite Movie: Superman!! (but only because of Superman)
Favourite Sport: Tennis?? Maybe??? I'm not a sport person
Favourite Day of the Week: Friday
Favourite Season: Spring
Favourite Ice Cream: Mint Chocolate Chip (the green kind)
Currents:
Current Mood: sweaty and really need to update posts
Current Clothes: "I survived the Count of Monte Cristo" shirt and soffe shorts
Current Desktop: A picture of a rainbow with two faces on each end. From www.hungryforpixels.com
Current Time: 4:46 PM
Current Surroundings: living room
Current Annoyances: all the stuff I need to do!
Current Thoughts: My eyes feel sort of dry.
First:
First Best Friend: Deanna
First Crush: Kyle B
First Movie: Hercules
First Lie: My brother did it!
First Music: Britney Spears, Hansen, Spice Girls....
Last:
Last Drink: water
Last Car Ride: Back from the stewing pit that's called Jack's Tennis World
Last Crush: Dylan :(
Last Phone Call: Emma
Last CD played: High School Musical!
Have you ever:
Have you ever dated one of your best friends: No, unless you count my 6th grade "boyfriend" which I don't
Have you ever broken the law: I stole a beachball out of the water last weekend
Have you ever been arrested: No
Have you ever been on TV: yes! Well....my school's channel
Have you ever kissed someone you dont know: No, no one at all.
Things:
5 things you are good at: school, being flexible, persauding people, getting people to tell me stuff, and scaring people i don't like.
4 things you done today: "ran", hit a ball against a mall, memorized a monalogue, and "played" tennis
3 things you can hear right now: Third Rock From the Sun, chewing, and my mom singing
1 thing you do when you are bored: um...sit? Which of course really helps the situation
Ooooo, I really don't have any friends on the internet to tag. Let me think.
OK, let me put a bunch of random peole and anyone who posted on my cbox. Sorry guys!
Chau, Mary, Sarah,Kittyand Reiyuka.
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11:23 AM 5.Pantless!!
Jesus H. Christ on a cracker I'm back!!
[Arg, last post was deleted because Mom told me to go and unpack and pick up the clothes that are strewn around my room, and clean up kitchen while I chose to read Taming of the Shrew, which I have to finish in two weeks, clearly the more pressing need, but she didn't see it that way.
So in spite, she shut off the computer. Which destroyed the entry I had written. So before I put another piece of cheese to rot under her bed, let me retype that entry.
You see, I don't get into fights with my mom. I just nod my head and keep a blank stare and put something that will rot under her matress.]
Yes, I'm back. Finally. I wish I could say I was trapped in a ice berg, but unfortunetly I wasn't. You see, I didn't update for a couple days, then a couple more, then a couple more and pretty soon all the stuff I needed to say piled up and it woud have taken me 4 hours to actually write it all out.
Not to mention that the only person who reads this is my friend sarah, who knows and was there when all these events happened, but still insists on bugging me to update.
So, let me just cover the main points in these last 2-3 weeks.
1. Graduation!
Yes, I sucessfully graduated from middle school. Along with the rest of my class except for Micheal S, but he is completely bonkers.
You know the kid who you always thought would bring a bomb to school, throw it into the hallway while shouting "Hitler lives!"?
Yeah, that was Micheal.
However, I did get an award called like the Christy Brinkley, Johnson, whatever Award and its for being "the friendlist, unselfish and all around nicest student" or in other words, the teacher's liked you. Alot.
Well anyway, ceremony was boring, dress was gorgeous, my shoes (although they were painful and about 11 inches high) were gorgeous, my hair was gorgeous and hopefully I was nearly as gorgeous as all the stuff I was wearing. Not to mention my friends.
Rundown of Ceremony-
Best Dress- (not including mine :P) Kathryn, with black detailing on a cream background with a black sash.
Best Hair- Melissa L, with a partial top knot and the rest of the hair curled.
Best Shoes- Ariel, with white kitten-heeled slides with a black and white beaded poof, a la rocky road ice cream.
Overall Boring-ness Rating- 3 (but only beacuse Ariel, Willie and Matt and Miles were sitting by me)
Well My parts were nice. I had a good graduation partner (yes, we did this whole elaborate walking ceremony thing. Yes, I know we only spent 2 years in this school) It was Greg A, a well-known stoner since 5th grade, but atleast he didn't laugh to hard at my giraffe crossed with chicken walk in my shoes, like Willie did.
It didn't help that I had to walk all the way across the mile long stage to recieve my award and everyone was watching because everyone had to wait for me to get across and then come back. When I finally made it, Ariel had practically exploded her eyeballs she was trying not to laugh so hard.
2. Practices for Ceremony-
Not much in this department. Yes, we did have to practice walking across the stage. And yes, Greg A did mess up. How??? All you have to do is walk up, pause and walk off! There is no room for messing that up. How? How??!!
Anyway, as I said before, I was sitting next to Willie, who nearly the whole time complained about his partner, Courtney, and saying she was weird. I said that she was nice. He said that she was, but she was just weird. And this went on for nearly an hour.
After hewas done picking on Courtney, he moved to Caitlin R, the poor salutatorian
(there is no justice in this world, the kid would ask, "Has a solar ecilspe happened? if a paper bag was put over her head). However, I had to agree with him.
Please don't jump around while singing Caitlin. Bad enough your bursting out of your spandex pants. We don't want to see anymore.
But he wasn't that bad. All together a good person to sit next to. Well, atleast it wasn't Sam, that little agenda reading midgit. Then, you had Matt and Miles and Ariel behind me. Let's give you an idea what that was like.
When lists were passed around to correct name spellings, there was all of a sudden a Matt BearHugger Benson and a Miles Waffle Black sitting behind me. Sadly Mrs. Hansen, our great leader didn't think it was as funny as we all thought it was and didn't put it in the program.
Poo.
Although Matt did tell me (amoung that he thinks poor sweeet Ally is annoying and "only people in geometry should be winning stuff") he thinks I walk like a model. Ariel's all too appropiate response was , "Not in those shoes!" because of ungainly giraffe/chicken walk.However, Matt is getting reallly cute and I will see him this summer because of all the marching band practices. Hm...
So rehearsals were a heck of a lot more fun then the graduation itself. Including the dance.
3. The Dance
As expected, dance was a bummer for everyone. As far as I know, the only person who had fun was Olivia, who was busy telling disgusting boys that her friends liked them and watched while that boys asked them to dance. And took pictures.
It was all good fun as Ally danced with Marcello (who isn't bad,just annoying) until Olivia heard the Hans story ( will get to later). So I became the next target.
I'm Cursed Event #9-
Hans smoves me. Or rather, Hans asked me to dance.
ARRRRRRGGGG!!!!!
Sky falling -like catastrophe. NOw, knowing myself, I would probably enjoy the attention and "drama" associated with having brick-like, unshowered, sweaty under shirt that I have to touch wearing guy be obessesd with me.
BUT NOT THIS TIME!!
I didn't want to touch him. I didn't want to go near him. Or touch him with a 49 and a half foot pole. He's like the Grinch to me. Only not as smart. So I (understandably) freak out.
"IT'S NOT A SLOW SONG!!" I start softly screaming. "IT'S NOT A SLOW SONG!!" I would flailing my arms wildly and nearly had tears in my eyes because i was histerical.
But to no avail. Ariel, who felt bad for Hans (i normally would but...but...i sort of had a mini-breakdown) started making me promise to dance with him the next slow song.
So i did, and nearly saw all the digusted grapes from the "refreshment table" I had been unconciously putting in my mouth all night again.
Otherwise, uneventful except for Mrs. Hansen, our oh-so wise school partriach yelling "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT BODY-SURFING!!!"
4.HANS
Ah, yes. On to the ever present issue of Hans. A short rundown: He smoves me, I sort of had an idea, but I didn't want to do the thing I've done with the other guys who liked me and totally blow him off and generally pop his happiness bubble and was nice to him. So he assumed I smoved him too.
Then again, he can't remember his own phone number.
So, we all get our yearbooks and Ariel and me immediatly get to the signing. Now, I was never much of a yearbook signing person, I just get people in my classes and whoever else I really want to get (coughcough CHRIS G coughcough), but Ariel is a yearbook signing machine. Literally. It's almost systematic the way she does it. Pass, ask, switch, sign. Pass, ask, switch, sign.
It was during the period of frenzied signitures that Hans and I happened to exchange your books. He signs, I sign, we move on.
It's not until later that day, when Willie is signing my yearbook, when the first inkling of the partial mental breakdown on my part occurs.
"Who wrote this?" he asks as he hands back my yearbook. So Im like, "What?" and Willie points out the "your hot" scrawled in red marker on the corner of one of the pages. SO after a couple seconds of both of us searching my pages for a matching pen color when I find Hans's signiture scrawled in red marker pen. He was the only one in my entire yearbook who signed like that.
HOW COULD YOU NOT THINK I WOULD FIND THAT??
Anyway, I ignored, Willie wrote "Hans is cool" underneath it, it was the day of graduation and I thought oh what the hell, it's the 2nd to last day of school, what could possibly happen?
But unfortunetly I was wrong.
(this is before the dance)
So Hans asks for my yearbook back in science to "add something to his entry". I didn't feel like saying anything to him so i just handed it over. I get it back and what do i see written over Hans's signiture?
"Call me #972-324-5676"
I nearly died laughing right in front of him, which is something so cruel I wouldn't even do, even though you may not think that as you read on. It also didn't help that when I showed it to Ally (we're currently in the same classroom) she yelled "Haha, I can't believe anyone would do something as stupid as that!!" less than 5 minutes of Hans writing down.
So for that day I just put it away as a funny story to tell people later on and go on with my happy little life. Then the dance comes. Oops.
Anyway, it's the last day of school, and pretty soon all these people start coming up to me and saying, "Do you know Hans is saying you asked him to dance?" and then they see the expression on my face and go, "Yeah, I knew you didn't." Kathryn K told me that he was relating this story to his teachers!
In retrospect, I should have looked on this as cute that he really thought I liked him and was bragging about it. But in those moments I was mad at him for ruining my last with people constantly asking me if I liked Hans. I ust started saying, "What do you think?"
OK, so school ends and I start hanging out with my friends and we do crazy and weird stuff like running around with no pants on (see below) when Hans starts calling me.
Yep, he somehow managed to actually figure out that he could look through the directory and get my "number" instead of repeatedly asking me.
This is how our first conversation goes:
Me: Hi, who is this?
Hans: Hans.
Me: Oh Mom, wait, let me.... Sorry I have to help my mom with something.
[hang up]
OK, so a little cruel. Ok, alot cruel. But it sure was funny and instantly gratifying when I did it. Plus, I thought i was free, thought after that obvious rejection (if the ones before hadn't been enough) he would never call again.
Once again, I was wrong.
The second conversation went something like this:
Me: Hi, who is this?
Hans: Hans. [in a moment of brilliance, he doesn't wait for me to answer] I was wondering if you were busy today.
Me: Uh..I just made plans with my friends. [it was 11:30, none of them had even woke up yet]
Hans: Well are you going to the fireworks tomorrow? [fireworks were today]
Me: You know, i think i'm going out of town tonight...[truth: we were all going to ariel's beach house for a week after the fireworks]
Hans: oh ok.
Me: Bye!
[hang up]
So that wasn't that bad. Even though we joked for a while to tell Hans to meet me under the "tree" and when asked where it was, I would say, "Oh, you know!"
At the Fireworks:
Foolishly thinking I was free of Hans, me and my friends start wandering around the field, searching out people from school, carrying our blankets, when all of the sudden, Hans drops out of the sky to ruin my fun night. I , of course respond as any normal person would and throw a blanket over my head and run.
After laying low (literally) at our spot for a while, I decided that this wouldn't destroy my good time and ventured out.
Big mistake.
Not even 5 minutes of walking around, I was spotted (and hiding under my hair only made me more noticable). So, once again, I did what any sane person would do and sprinted for the bathroom. Apparently Hans mentioned this and the blanket incident to my friends when he caught up with him. I felt sorry for him for a moment but it didn't last very long because then I decided I would let this destroy my good time and spent the rest of the night lying flat on a blanket.
BUT THAT WAS THE LAST ENCOUNTER!!
Granted, I have been at a beach house for a week and got back two days ago and haven't been to the pool or any public place since, but still.
Now, let me explain my irrational and hard-hearted actions towards poor, dutch Hans so you don't think I'm a complete bitch. See, I personally fear rejection, so I HATE to see someone else outwardly rejected by someone. So that counts out me telling them personally I would rather eat flies then touch them. Yeah, yeah, hanging up on them or running from their presence is worse, but...
I get this trapped animal feeling. My eyes dart and my heart races (no, not from smove) and I just HAVE to get away regardless of social conduct or people's feelings or anything. And before I know it all I can see is the ground moving past my feet.
Moral of this story: Being nice to people gets you nowhere.
I HAVE OFFICIALLY RAN AROUND A NEIGHBORHOOD IN MY UNDERWEAR!!!
It all started when all of my friends were in kathryn's backyard. It was one of the first nights of summer and already we longed to see everyone from school. So, to stave off boredom, I sugested truth or dare.
Suprisingly, my uptight friends (the ones who didn't want to conduct a seance that we never actually did because "we were in the park at night!") agreed. So of course we started with me.
" i dare you..." started Kathryn. "to take your pants off and run around the yard!" added Ariel.
Not one to turn down a dare, I walked into the yard, de-pants myself and began to wag my butt. Unfortunetly this left my pants unattended and Sarah L snatched them. Before I was evne able to get near them, she was out on the street.
"GIVE ME BACK MY PANTS! I NEED THEM TO COVER MY JIGGLY BUT!" I yelled, but to no avail.
Pretty soon she and kathryn returned, saying that they had hidden them somewhere on the street and IO had to find them. Since my dad was picking me up in a half hour, I got to work right away. Suprisingly, I felt enormously comfortable walking around in my underwear. Then again, it was 11 and no one was aorund but my 5 best friends.
After a long game of hot and cold, I discovered they were under a car. So, before I could think about it, I shimmed under the car and ran. It wasn't until later that I noticed the lights were on in the house.
After my escapade, we played for a little bit more, but nothing matched the pantless episode. I will forever go down in power rangers (thats what we call ourselves. Yes, we are cool) history as the first one to ever expose my pratically naked buttocks to the night air.
Next, I will go streaking. ;)
6. Near-Death Experience
Yes folks, the girl who is typing this right has nearly been "shuffled off this mortal coil" or so someone poetic says within the past 3 (2?) weeks. Let me break it down into a nicely organized list:
I'm Cursed Event # 10-Michelle's Brush With Death
1.Decide that stomach lump as grown to gigantic size. Check weight.
2. 110!! NOOOO!! The doctor was right, and now I weigh as much as my 5''7' friend and I myself am 5''2'!!
3. Decide I need to exercize and pick running as my poison.
4. Decide that running is too much of an exercize and go bike riding instead.
5.Reach crosswalk. Think "It's just one main road, I'll only have to cross it twice"
6.Wait half a millon years.
7. Nice person stops. I proceed across cross walk.
8. Think, "That car coming over surely sees me and will stop. I am, after all, wearing a bring pink tangtop and riding a big red bike."
9. Driver thinks, "That will make you an easier target to hit, my dear. "
10. Car does not stop.
11. Car hits back wheel.
12. Bike goes spinning widly.
13. I jump off in panic and land in a very graceful and attractive position just incase anyone I know can see me.
14. Pleasantly wave hi to lady in another car who is too busy gaping at me in shock while screaming "Omg!" over and over again.
15. get up.
16. Grab bike.
17. Discover that bike is not working.
18. People (the guy who hit me who was suprisingly not drunk, the lady who stopped for me, his wife, some guy from Positive Image who recongnized me from all the Christmas card photos he had taken, his wife) emerge from cars and immediatly begin fussing over me, fixing my bike and offering useless comments while I repeatedly demostrate full use of my limbs and offer to carry my bike home.
19. Some idiot calls the police.
20. I wait for another half a million years.
21. 2 police cars, 4 police men (read: not much happens in this town)show up.
22. I am practically interrogatted for a half an hour.
23.How could the officers think this stunning, waif-like teenager girl with relativly good cleavage in her tank top albeit has 2 inches of frizz on her hair could be capable of anyhting?
24. Have to call mom on stacticy cell phone for her to come and pick me up.
25. I excitidly text and call friends to tell them of my recent disater.
26. Probably blind guywho hit me gets charged with reckless driving.
27. He gets a court date.
28. Hee hee I sent someone to court!!
29. Mom picks me up.
30. All of this happened on a major intersection in the middle of town.
Bah! Done! Fare thee well!
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Sunday, June 25, 2006 6:04 PM I got hit by a car! Whole exciting story later.
I got hit by a
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12:44 PM Sorry havent posted!! Need to tell you about graduation running aroumd with no pants but otherwise nothing has really happened. Tata!
Sorry havent posted!! Need to
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Sunday, June 18, 2006 6:21 PM
You'll never guess where my tattoo is...
Heeheeheeheeehee..ok it's on my butt.
Yes, long story. And I will tell it to you, because i have all of ten minutes to kill, and I haven't posted in nine days.
Yeah, sorry about that. It's the end of the school year, and all I do after school is veg, which unfortunetly doesnot leave anytime for blogging. Plus, since my last entry all the teachers suddenly realized they needed grades and slapped us with 4 prajects all due within three days, and all assigned the week before.
End of marking period = very little sleep.
OK, so back to tattoo story.
So, this weekend, me, Sarah and Ariel went down to Areil's shore house. It's not really on the shore, or near it. More like a hours away form shore house. It doesn't evne lead out to the ocean,just a bay. And it's pretty far awa form that too.
Not that I mind, but why call it a shore house? Why not just a bay housee, or an intercoastal house or a pool house?
Well anyway, Ariel couldn't (and i'm pretty sure didn't want to) bring Emma or Sarah L and Kathryn was in Oregon or Nevada or Washington or some other boring state. So Emma calls me after school.
Now, we were just together all day (well she was with someone or other and I was with sarah and a bunxh of other people) doing our drama show for all of the two elementary scools we have in my town. So we discussed like going to the mall, or going to see The Lakehouse (On seeign that movie? Yeah, don't.). But then, Ariel told me we were leaving that night. So need to make excuse. Phone conversation like this:
Emma: Hey Michelle! Ok, now, times for the movie are 7:30 at Lowes, 8 at-
Me: [realizing that maybe Emma wasn't invited to intercoastal house]You know, can I call you back?
[hang up]
Me: [calling ariel] Was Emma invited?
Ariel: No. Pick you up at 8.
[hang up]
Me: Um Emma, I don't think I can hang out tonight. [turns phone on speaker]
Emma: Why not?
Me: I think my mom said something about making Father's Day a WEEKEND.. [meaningful glance at mom]
Mom: Well, we were going over grandma's, but they're in Atlantic City, so-
Me: Didn't you mention going away for the WEEKEND?
Mom: Well-
Me: Can I call you back?
[hang up]
Me: Yeah Emma, it turns out we are going away for the weekend.
Emma: Oh. Where?
Me: Uh...Maine. [who knows why I said that]
Emma: Cool! Why? [why are you so nosy?]
Me: Um.. Visiting my....uncle! Yes, visiting my uncle. He uh..threw out his back [happened 6 months ago]. He usually comes down to us [never], but he's still on bed rest [don't you get that when you're pregnant?].
Emma. Oh. Have fun!
[hang up]
So you see, I had a bullet proof excuse to why I was away the whole weekend.
Well, atleast it was better than Sarah's. She said her cousin was having a weekend long graduation party.
So I wasn't really suprised she and Sarah L, who were the only one of my close friends in town this weekend, were supisicous. But seriously, Sarah called my house 5 times, and Emma 7.
Don't they have anything better to do?
Even though it didn't help when my dad picked up on Saturday morning and told them I would be home later. Oopsies....
But of course this didn't ruin my weekend at all. I am tan ( as I can get), very freckly, relaxed and tattooed. My suitcase is still packed, and I really need to shower and remove cholrine from ym ahir before it truns green.
Regardless, the three of us had a superdidooper time at the intercoastal house.. We laughed, we cried while laughing, we ate alot of trail mix.
Yeah, maybe we shouldn't have done that.
Anyway, Saturday night we went to a boardwalk. I got my palm read, like I always do at boardwalks. This one was a whole 3 dollars cheaper than usual. What a bargin. Let's make a list of what she told me.
-live long
-the man I meet at 21 will be my husband at 27
-I will have 1 boy and twin girls
-i'm stubborn
-in my job, I will be giving orders, not taking them
-the guy i was interested in this year will "come calling" the beginning of August
- three guys with J,B andM in their names will be interested in me come July and
-the guy I'm interested in at the present time listens to his friends too much.
This is all pretty much the same stuff the other ones told me. So it's either all crap or all crap.
BUt come on, Rob has had atleast 7 reincarnations in the past week. I can't decide, and all the guys I know right now are as full of crap as palm reading.
Unfortunetly, I love it all the same. Guys and palm reading.
So after that, we walked around a bit, saw a spinning stick of death flipping people upside down in the air a million miles over the ocean, ate bad zeppoles, got our pictures taken in an extermly small photoboth (how to people make out in there? We could barely stand) before we stopped at a arcade place.
It was near our car, and we were just about to leave, but we had a bunch of spare change and were playing the "slot machines". The first like, 32 coins we won got taken away. we don't know why, we didn't ask, we were sort of scared of scary lady behind counter.
But then we found this one thing that gives you like 70 ticket thingers for every quater and pumped it full with all the quaters we had. We ended up with 280 tickets (we didn't have alot of quaters) and came up to the prize counter.
Suddenly we spotted a box of fake tattoos, all so sparkly and glittery and delisiously stupid. So we got 12, 4 for each of us (yeah, it doesn't make sense mathmatically, but the lady gave us 300 ticket things evne she used a calculator).
So today, we decided to put the smiley faces we got on ourselves. Ariel put hers on her wrist, Sarah put her's on her stomach and you know where I put mine. Afterwards, I had many conversations that went like this:
Me: You'll never guess where my tattoo is!
Ariel's dad, Ariel's mom..Alex, random person on street..: OK.
Me: Heeheeeheeeheeheeheeeheeee
Ariel's dad, Ariel's mom..Alex, random person on street..: [weird look]
Me: IT'S ON MY BUTT! heeheeheeeheeheeehee
There you have it. My memento from this weekend: A smiley face (with a hat!) on my ass. Yay!
Would write more, but laptop almsot out of battery and Dad poking me.
Tinkles!
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I'm a ...ditz on the honor roll, hopeless at most sports involving a ball, self-confessed make-up addict, attention seeking, bookish, quirkey, loud, annoying in movie theaters, reddish-brownish-blondish hair, green eyes, freckles, pale as a dead fish, italian, hyper, my mouth moves independantly of my brain most of the time and future Katie Couric.
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