Mar. 13th, 2005

So. Sunday bloody Sunday. Here we are.

My parents went to LA this weekend – Dad had some business at the TV Land Awards and Mom was originally going out to see her friends, but she ended up getting some job, too. I don’t really know because I’m still in The BR. Grandma and Grandpa came out to stay with me, because it’s not like I can stay all by myself for two nights in a little berg as shady as this one.

Actually, speaking of burglary, I got a good story.

Friday morning, JT and I get to school and head off to our lockers to get ready for the day. We head over for my locker, number 2018, which is easy to spot because there’s no lock on it. Which is strange, because there usually is a lock on it, seeing as it’s a locker. Curious, I open it up. My binders and books are gone. All the crap on the top shelf – my OC book cover, that yellow balloon, a blank notebook, some papers – are still there, but all of my notebooks I keep at the bottom had vanished. I send JT back to the cafeteria and head off to the main office to see if they know anything.

In the office, Mrs. Ogino directs me to Villar’s office. Now, let me say a few words about Villar. Villar is awesome. He used to teach sixth grade social studies at Annin, and even though I never had him, he still managed to get to know me. Now he’s Assistant Principal #1, but still manages to pal around with a good deal of the student body. He will, one day, be the best principal ever.

Anyway, so I go into Villar’s office, and after bantering with him about my Red Ranger shirt, he asks, “What can I do for you?” So I say: “When I went to my locker this morning and my lock and books were gone and you listen to the New Pornographers!” Yes, just like that. I had just noticed that he had Electric Version and Mass Romantic stacked on his desk, and it was so surprising seeing those albums in an administrator’s office that I just had to come out and say something. And so he goes into this five minute thing where he makes sure I also listen to the Shins, Beulah and Belle & Sebastian, and then he tells me about this kick-ass online indie radio station, WOXY. Like I said, Villar is awesome. Anyway, then he sends me on a patented Ridge High Wild Goose Chase to get my affairs in order.

So, on to Assistant Principal Office #2: Mr. Thompson in the 600 wing. I got a new lock from his secretary there, a college-age looking girl who looked kind of sad to be working in a high school. I left intently so I could put my new lock on my locker so I could dump my coat and not worry about that being stolen as well. On the way, I told Alex what happened (Alex: “Maybe Joel took your stuff.”) and, later, Joel (Me: “You sure you didn’t take my stuff?”), the latter of whom accompanied me to room 521, also known as Assistant Principal Office #3: Miss Dusebout. That’s where the lost and found is. Unfortunately, though, my stuff wasn’t lost, per se, so it couldn’t be found. I went back to the cafeteria for study hall and told Villar about the outcome. The rest of my day was pretty uneventful. When I told Neigel my story (after he finished making fun of me) he said, “Shut. Up.” Neigel? Is also awesome.

All in all, that was the most eventful thing to happen to me lately. Yesterday, Meredith and I hung out and went to the park. I started taking my allergy medicine also, so let’s count March 12th as the first day of spring, shall we?

Today, Grandma and Grandpa took me out to breakfast in Bernardsville, and then we went to see Robots. It was cute, and certainly not as bad as I had originally anticipated, so I feel that it was worth my time. It was also in a theatre full of small children, which are my favorite conditions for movie viewing. It’s one of the reasons I saw the SpongeBob movie twice. One of them.

Afterwards, we ate an early dinner at Ridge Pizza, during which I spotted JT and Julie walking down the street. I managed to call them in and they ended up coming back to my house. We hung out for about an hour and a half, and Julie took home most of the Rolling Stones I’ve accumulated over the past year and a half. She loves magazines. After she left, JT and I watched some Sports Night and he finally got the Natalie/Jeremy love. Because they are so cute. During this, I realized that if you were to describe me in terms of fictional characters, I am Seth Cohen plus Jeremy Goodwin. Despite me being a teenage girl. Other than that, it’s uncanny.

So...that brings us up to speed, I think. My folks are coming home soon. I watched Pleasantville last night and decided that it really is my favorite movie ever. I should have a Pleasantville party for everyone. Sound good to you?

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