There are some things that must be said...

Maybe it is just me, but I have noted a serious attitude problem of late with some of the people I hang out with.
Firstly, where the FUCK do you get off telling me what to do? You know what, maybe your enourmous ego makes you think you're like, better than me or something, but if you don't stop slandering my work and actions and talking to me in the way a teacher talks to a naughty student I swear to God I'm going to scream at you. That was yesterday, and I'm still bloody pissed off.
Next, rehearsal at lunch today was...like dying. I know it's probably harder than it looks, but it's not too bloody difficult for smart people like you. If you just stopped arguing and getting all worked up over tiny details and just got on with it, then that would have been infinitely less painful, for you and for me.
And also, all this lovey-dovey shit makes me sick. Ugh, quit stroking each other for God's sake.

Okay, enough of that, let's talk about WHEN COYOTES ATTAC K!!!
Well...it didn't exactly attack. Kari and I were skipping our classes (art and CALM respectively) to enjoy the lovely sunshine in the field/park near the school. It was beautiful out. The sky was so blue, not a single cloud. And we were relaxing, our eyes closed under the sun. I heard a weird crunching sound in my left ear, and thought it was a bug, like a grasshopper that was going to land on me, so I jerked up slightly, and thank goodness I did. A brown and tan canine with a drooping tail and pointy ears backed away from me. It had almost been touching me, but it scooted about a foot away. It quickly circled around to the other side of me, where Kari was watching. I sighed a relief. "Oh, it's just a dog!" But as it approached to about half a foot away, Kari scrambled into a standing position, saying "That's not a dog!" but I already knew that. As the previous words had come out of my mouth, I thought "It's a fox, no, it's a coyote!" I shrieked directly after Kari "It's a coyote!" and sat there, frozen in position. It backed away quickly, and trotted off in another direction. A man asked if it bit me, and I replied that no, it just scared us. It was crazy.


Eeeeek....my heart cannot take it...it just stopped in my chest...I want to make it go away, but it lingers still. Oh, this is cruel. And I want it to continue. Continue this facade, it hurts way less.

Ten Reasons Why Doritos Are Better Than Having A Boyfriend

1. They're covered in a deliciously satsifying layer of cheesey goodness.
2. They don't slobber all over me.
3. They aren't going to ask me if I'm willing to give away my virginity anytime soon.
4. If I want to abandoned my memories of them, all I need is my electric Hello Kitty toothbrush.
5. Available in the snack food aisle.
6. I get to decide when the relationship ends.
7. They're always up for a night in, watching movies and playing video games.
8. I don't have to worry if they cheat on me. Hell, I'll share the love.
9. They speak a romantic second language...French...Fromage Nacho...Les chips tortilla a saveur de fromage nacho de marque Doritos ot le gout eclate du fromage nacho dont vous raffolez!
10. They'll never make me cry.

Yup...at least this is what I tell myself.
So, anyway, again, my dad said we would go and get a grad purse, and we didn't. We're going on Wednesday, and if he pushes the date back one more time, I'll scream. Loudly.

You know, I'm pretty damn lonely...I love all my friends deeply, truly, with every fiber of my soul. I have a great-if not slightly insane-family, and school is a place I usually love to go. Most of the time, I don't even think about it. But it's moments when I'm alone that I wish I just had someone with me, right there, to talk to. And not just anyone. Someone who thinks I'm really special, and will hold my hand, and let me lean on them, and kiss me. Someone who may not even be real. These moments occur on the train, mostly. I sit there with my headphones on, and whip past all of the fun places we used to go...and catch myself smiling, but I then feel really very sad and lonely. And when I transfer to the bus that takes me up to school, I always see the place where I stood and waited that day, that day I knew what was coming, and when it came, I cried into the snow. And I see it again. One of the worst images in my entire memory.
Someone special walking away through the trees, not looking back.
And that's what makes me feel lonely.

But apart from all my teenage angst, things are truly swell. Things are actually pretty good. I am so stoked for grad! So stoked!

Musical Quote of the Day

"One step hesitation
One step into the night
Don't mind the weather
It's raining in my heart tonight
Much more to living
Two wrongs don't make a right
You're gonna regret it
When you're looking back on your life

Don't go away
Make the most of this love I'm giving
Don't go away
Better take another look at my face
You can be what you want to be
But don't go away

Some dream of fortune
Others dream of faith
Seconds after leaving
Life'll never be the same
Fell for temptation
It didn't mean a thing
We'll last forever
If you turn around once again

Don't go away
Make the most of this love I'm giving
Don't go away
Better take another look at my face
You can be what you want to be
But don't go away

Do you want to be more than a picture
Hanging on the wall
Something to remind me
Of how it all went wrong
Do you want to be more than a number
Forgotten in a book
You're holding something special
Take another look

You're gonna regret it
When you're looking back on your life

Don't go away
Make the most of this love I'm giving
Don't go away
Better take another look at my face
You can be what you want to be
But don't go away

Take a look
Take a look
Take another look on your way
Take a look
Take a look
Take another look on your way

Please don't go"

-Ace of Base CD: Cruel Summer Track: 6 Title: Don't Go Away

I got a little carried away.