A night to remember.

11/6

It makes me sad that most of my adventures are left out of my blogs, these days. I can't help it. I think it's something about it remaining a memory, it just feels nice. But this one... I want to make damn sure I remember.

Heather and I were planning to see the Fourth Kind tonight, that was the set idea since Wednesday. In typical Heather form, she calls me the day of the event to confirm. The movie's at 10:50, we're all set. UNTIL! she calls and needs to hang out at my house for a bit because she's locked out of her place and doesn't want to go watch her boyfriend smoke pot for a while. So she comes over, we hang out, my mom comes home, we snack and talk. Eventually, Aubrey takes us back to Heather's, where family has arrived. We get Roo and head out, but at that point, it's already 11:00. We get to the movies at about 11:25 and see that they're closed. Our next plan: BOWLING.

Who doesn't like bowling, really? Beside the fact that our local bowling alley likes to rape your wallet, it's all fun and games. Can you believe that it's $17 PER FUCKING PERSON to bowl? The nice, bald man let us get in with $12, but still. Being cute will only get you so far. Then we have to get shoes. They're fine, but I was wearing flats, so I had to BUY socks. And the socks didn't even fit. Oh, and the socks that didn't fit? Guess how much they cost. Go ahead, guess.

$2.50 for a pair of unfitting fucking socks. They you're going to wear for, what, 2 hours? And then throw away! Fucking bullshit, I say. BULL-FUCKING-SHIT.

But we paid the fees and went on our merry way.

They play relatively okay music in the bowling alley, though. Lady Gaga and Soulja Boy, you know. A few indie kid love songs that we all hate, but that was okay. I think I kicked ass in the games we played, but somehow, Roo wound up winning. Who knows? Maybe she had lucky shoes.

So we go to leave, and while we're waiting for a Muse song to play out, a bunch of black fellas yell to us "Yo, snow bunnies, come on! Come over!" So, we laugh and giggle and smile and look silly and then I finally decide "Fuck it, let's." We shake hands and they teach us how to play this game. We waved to a camera that one of them was holding, recording the game with. They were nice, really. The Muse song was over and we decided to leave.

Out of money, but not quite ready to retreat, we think "Where can we go next?" Well, across the street from our bowling alley, there's a wonderful little adult entertainment shop. Do I have to explain much further?

We walk in. Heather and I show our identification, while Roo goes "I left mine in the car. Wanna come help me get it?" I follow her outside and we die, laughing. I mean, really. Fell to the asphalt and cried hysterically. Heather was still inside. Once we crawled into the car, I called her and told her to "get the FUCK out." She did and we left.

That was my night. I bet yours just rolled over and died, in comparison.

I can't ask for things to be still again.

10/17

At the beginning of this school year, I thought I would be blogging like a mad woman. I thought I'd be unwinding each night with a lengthy description of each of my classes, every run-in with every cool person I met. Turns out, I'm terribly lazy. That's no news to me, but I am surprised how neglected my blog has been. So to counter-act that, here's everything.

I've been getting out a lot lately. (I think that's already been established, now that I think about it.) I got to hang out at the Harvest Festival for 2 days, which was a lot of fun. Also, the football games. One serious, the other a backward version; the girls play football, the boys are the cheerleaders. It was quite entertaining, I must say. David and I got Wendy's and I almost froze. We went to Walmart, too, and he bought a sweater vest. Adorable.

My once-dreaded mid-term grades came in today.

Math - 88, B
Sociology - 90, B
Gym - 93, A
Psychology - 89, B

Mrs. Hall says I'm "consistently courteous and respectful to others," as well as mentioning that I show "positive attitude and enthusiastic participation." I think she's adorable.

Today is just a really crappy day, I'm surprised my mood isn't worse. It's raining outside, and it's not even the attractive kind of rain. It's ugly and cold and windy and dreary. I spent my morning listening to Taylor Swift and going some virtual window-shopping.

There are only 25 days left until I hop on a plane and fly to meet Ruthi in Illinois. I've made no progress with anything related to the trip, really. I'll have to get to the DMV as soon as possible, which will be whenever Jesse has the time to drive me there. Plus, I want to do a little shopping before I leave. I do have a coat and most of the cold-weather things I might need, but I have some cash burning a hole in my pocket - might as well put it to good use, right? I think I'll tell my dad that I need some sweaters and such, though. If there's any chance I can get around spending my own money, I'll take it.

List time. Things I would like:

01. Sweaters. There are a few on Target's website that are seemingly adorable, so I'm interested.
02. Tights. American Eagle and Kohl's both have some gorgeous, knit tights on their websites. I figure they're warm and maybe that way, I can buy a dress or something. I haven't bought a dress in ages, and I know winter isn't exactly the prime season for them, but damn it, I intend to try.
03. Boots. I want/need boots in the worst way. It's getting colder and colder and the only shoes I'm sporting are flats. Adorable, but not the most practical for the weather. Maybe a pair of rain boots, too. Ooh la la.
04. A new bag. I've been needing a new bag for a while, now. My Warhol tote is wonderful, and I have no intention of retiring it for good, but it's rather large and I keep hitting people in the hallway. Plus, I want a bag that has a way of closing. Some comparments. I don't know, we'll see.
05. Hats and scarves. I already have a bunch of scarves, but I only have one winter hat that I like. It's time for an update.

Home is a feeling I buried in you.

Fucking headaches.

10/7

I am so intensely ready for this week to be over.

Right now, I have one of those awful headaches that sits right in the front of your brain and won't leave. I've had it for hours. I don't even want to bother taking any medicine for it. I just want it to stop.

I'm pretty terrified about school, lately. Mid-terms come out next week, or something like that. I know my grades aren't great. I had a C in math, last time she gave us an update. My sociology and psychology grades were both in the B range, I think, but I have a feeling they've probably gotten worse with time. This Freud project has me stressed like crazy. My PP presentation is finished and I'm thinking I'll do the worksheet tomorrow in SERA, instead of messing with it tonight. It's simple, come up with 10 questions. I can do it. That's all due tomorrow. The activity was going to be due tomorrow, as well, but she extended that until Tuesday. Thank science, ugh. I still don't have a solid grasp of what to do, but maybe I'll figure something out over the 3-day weekend.

Friday is the Harvest Festival, and I'm pretty excited for that. Heather's singing, and a lot of people are going. David should be there, Kori's apparently going. Jenny and Katherine. The gang. I just hope there's some fun to be had.

35 more days until Illinois, which I still can't believe.

Top Model favorites!

Erin

Jennifer

Nicole

Rae

And, that's it. The headache is still lingering. Kill me?

Catch up.

10/3

Blogs have been so far from my mind lately. But some cool things are going on.

I got a cell phone from my dad, for my birthday. A handy little Tracfone, which allows me to text and call with however many minutes I can afford to put on it. It's been quite nice to me so far. I hope it stays that way.

I've been lucky enough to have some friends drive me to school. Matt doesn't like my Elliott Smith CD, and I don't like his Pantera, but we agree on RHCP, SOAD, and Underoath. Someone else, too, but I forget.

I've just been filled with social time lately, it seems. Going out to football games and everything. Last night, Heather picked me and Jenny up, and we went to Wawa for drinks. We met up with Katherine and David at school and had a dandy ol' time. $2 to sit and bitch with David about how annoying people are. Then we all went to Wendy's and David drove me home. It's good stuff. Now he knows where I live, so maybe cute adventures are more likely to happen. I hope so.

My latest playlist goes something like this:

01. Adele - That's It, I Quit, I'm Movin' On
02. All Time Low - Weightless
03. The Beatles - I Want You (She's So Heavy)
04. The Bird and the Bee - I'm a Broken Heart
05. Brand New - Fork and Knife
06. The Classic Brown - Modulation
07. Dave Matthews - Funny the Way It Is
08. Girl in a Coma - Their Cell
09. Howie Day - Morning After
10. Imogen Heap - the Moment I Said It
11. Jack's Mannequin - MFEO
12. Jeff Buckley - So Real
13. Kanye West - Heartless
14. Lady Gaga - Paparazzi
15. Say Anything - Shiksa (Girlfriend)
16. The Spill Canvas - Staplegunned
17. Sublime - Santeria
18. Taylor Swift - Hey Stephen
19. Taylor Swift - You Belong With Me
20. Tokyo Rose - I Won't Say
21. The Used - I Caught Fire
22. The Vines - Fuck the World

I don't know what to do with my birthday money. I could A) put it in the bank and let it sit for a while, away from all my basic temptations, B) save it for Illinois, just in case my mom's plan doesn't go through, C) make a realistic list of things I need/want and execute said list with said money. I can't fucking decide.

I need to order a yearbook. $60 for a yearbook. And that's if I buy it this month. Next month, they go up to $70. All this shit they want you to pay for, during senior year, is bullshit. $200+ for senior pictures, $20 for a cap and gown that you will NEVER WEAR EVER FUCKING AGAIN, ugly tee shirts with "SENIORS 09" all over them, a $1000 trip to Florida for 3 days with a bunch of douchebags, however fucking much it costs to buy a prom ticket and all the things you might need for that. It's a bunch of shit, and makes me hate high school even more than I already did.

Me and David made a pact not to get excited about school shit, while we're still there. There are a bunch of guys that get shirtless and covered in body paint for the football games, I don't know what they spell out. But seeing them, along with the ridiculous fans of shitty high school sports, made me quite ill. Really? We've won like... one game... in ten years. We're shitty, knock off the obligatory clapping and cheering.

I'm only up this late (1:47 AM) because I caught up on all of my sleep last night. Went to bed before midnight and slept until 3 PM. So now, I should probably hit the sack and get it over with.

Temptations.

9/26

I am going to have trouble resisting the urge to buy all of Target's adorable rain boots.

But they would be so practical! And, sure, achingly adorable. But practical, too!