Alex says it's a bit too adjectivey and not enough short story-y, but THIS IS SO FUN that I don't care.

Part 1 of THE BEST ENGLISH ASSIGNMENT EVER )

And...scene. Comments? Questions? Ideas? Donations? Expressions of jealous rage?
Tomorrow is Mxy's birthday. Also, it's April Fools Day. I love Mxy but hate April's Fools day. So conflicted.

I'm currently in the process of making a mix for Bri's birthday party and, consequently, her present. After going through my entire 3000+ song library, I dropped 53 songs into the playlist. This is going to take a while.

Other stuff to say...there isn't much. This week is just flying by, and I'm really enjoying myself. Mrs. Longo is assigning a short story (finally) and she says I can write a Superman fic story! I'm so excited. It just has to be a defined plot about protest or some such. Writing a superhero story practically does that for me. I'm so excited that I wrote, like, a paragraph on the bus. My first sentence is Clark Kent was not, by nature, a confrontational guy. Best. Assignment. Ever.

In other nerd news, Veronica Mars and Lost were both new this week for the first time in ever, and they both kicked ass. One had snickerdoodles and Archie references, and one had Crazy!Swoosie Kurtz and Creepy!Ian Somerhalder. Guess which is which.

In other normal news, I took a Chem test today and it turned out that Alex and I had the exact same answers. Which is good for me, I think. I'm excited either way. Then, in my next class, Manette asked me how long I've been going out with "that kid," which is the first time I've gotten that Question. Heh. The best part is that she went to preschool with Joel. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Also, Chris Benson apologized for being a douche about my hair and I admitted to helping Sundeep kill Dev and thereby helping Neigel win Assassin.

Sorry if this entry isn't making any sense.

Um...what else? I'm actually still knitting, on and off. And they said it wouldn't last. I'm going to buy cool yarn soon so I can make a real scarf that doesn't suck. Bri's party is tomorrow, and then I'm going to see Hairspray on Saturday, which I'm very excited about. Today was Mr. Mooney's 40th birthday. That's...good, I guess.

So, that's me. I'm just chilling, so to speak.

Ooh! This sounds fun! Stolen from Cindy's xanga (which is a thing of beauty):

Ask me any three questions and I'll answer truthfully. The more outrageous and embarrassingly personal the better.
Huzzah! I have completed the drafting of my English paper!

Just thought you all should know that.

I'll have a real update when something actually happens.
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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?
Yet another night of tired procrastination. It's starting to become a theme. I've been working on a paper for English about The Great Gatsby, but as usual, I've made it incredibly difficult for myself. I have to talk to my teacher about letting me start the introduction without a quote from the book, which is really an inane requirement. Also, I want to write something about how Gatsby equals jazz, but none of my literary criticism is about that and I basically have to bullshit everything. I mean, I'm a bullshitter extraordinaire, but still. Research papers are not typically enjoyable for me.

My dad took this picture at dawn this morning from his studio in Times Sqaure. For the sake of keeping up appearances, I fiddled around with it a bit in PhotoShop, but the colors and composition are all original. It's kind of breathtaking, actually.

I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps )

I wore a skirt today for the first time since maybe November or early December. It was nice. I was more comfortable than I expected to be. Except when I went outside. Then it sucked. I hate when it's below freezing and we have fire drills. Damn you, Stotler.

Orchestra business galore this week. My audition was today, for second semester seating. I officially hate Gregor Handel. I don't think I'll keep the section leader stool. On the other hand, we're setting up rooms for the Boston trip, and I'm going to be hanging/sleeping in the vicinity of Meredith, Sarah and Kristin Dahly. It is going to be kickass, from what I can tell. Party time, guys. So, in conclusion, Dev's a bitch for freaking out at us for talking a bit in rehearsal, but then she gives JT, Meredith and me multiple free candy bars. Which basically means that Dev is weird. And yet we love her. I think.

What else has been going on? Nothing. I suck at calculator games. Neigel has a lighted, rotating tie rack. There is, apparently, a calculator function that solves quadratic formulas, like, thanks guys for telling us that now and not three years ago. My Spanish teacher is still a raging bitch, but I got to use a homework pass today. I'm seeing Grease tomorrow night, and I'm expecting a train wreck, so I'll probably be impressed in some regard.

Also, I think I'm in love with Harry and the Potters.
Tomorrow's the last day of school before February break. It doesn't seem real, though, so I can't really muster up the excitement. We'll see how I feel after a quiz, a test and an in-class essay. *cracks knuckles*

For the first time ever, there is controversy at Ridge over the school paper, The Devil's Advocate. Colleen Andrews wrote an editorial about sexism on the fencing team, which is absolute bullshit, and most of the team is up in arms. Also, some skinny, attention-starved freshman wrote a column detailing how out-of-shape and lazy the student body is, citing gym classes and the cheerleading squad as specific examples. Needless to say, kids are pissed, especially cheerleaders. Which is comical when you ignore the fact that this girl was stupid enough to indirectly insult over a thousand kids. I'm shocked that Mr. Mingle let it get printed.

So, yeah, drama all up in the BR.

Oh, so I want to know something: Why is it that the brunt of the mockery Joel and I endure is from John Clark and Paul Bertollini? They're two of the most visable PDA champions in the school. Like, shut up, you two. (And I just realized that might sound like they mack on each other, which they do not, in fact, do. Sorry for the image.)

Meredith and I spent our entire lunch period today standing in the Nexus talking to Neigel. It was hilarious. We talked about Battle of the Sexes and how Neigel met Sirus on a street once. We talked about how Naveen is fucking crazy. We talked about my Members Only jacket. We talked about how Neigel could pass as a kid. We talked about how Enzo sang "Milkshake" at Meredith off-key. It was fun. There are only so many teachers you can talk to, y'know?

So to amuse basically JT, Jen Ducz and myself, I'm in the process of writing Great Gatsby fanfiction. It's so nerdy, but so fun. I love writing Gatsby's dialogue. And, because this was conceived as a parody, I really want it to end with a Gatsby/Nick kiss, but the fic doesn't want to go in that direction and it's annoying me. Eh, if it doesn't, it doesn't. It's less work for me to write a less corny story. It's still pretty funny, though.

Also... Never mind. I have nothing else to say, and I'm really tired - like, cross-eyed tired. Why is it that I have nothing to say this week? I should get that checked out.
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I am willing to bet that your town doesn't have a snazzy carpet style named after it.

Read 'em and weep, bitch )

Yeah, that's what I thought.

I totally haven't updated in fucking forever, and for that I feel terrible. I've been simultaneously busy and bored for the past few weeks, but I never really felt I had something to say. There's nothing really to tell you about. My hair was straight for the past couple days, but now the curls are back with a vengeance. The FDR trial in history has come and gone. Same with midterms. I still hate my Spanish teacher. I called Alex a cunt. I read The Great Gatsby. I read the first Superman/Batman trade. Julie applied my makeup. I fenced. I sang. I smiled. Lots. Life is good.

Fencing ended today; it was the last practice, anyway. I'm sad to see the season end. It was a great group of kids who got along in a way I never expected it to. So many kids are graduated in the spring that I don't think we'll be able to recapture it. Most of the team - including some guys - kissed a shirt (with lipstick, you know) for Benson because he was such a great captain. I'm not sure whether he liked it or not. It was fun, though. The whole season was fun. Definitely my best ever sports experience.

That's...all I had to say. Golly. Guess I'll have to update again.
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