Bystander

So I took the chance to go back and look at some of my old blog posts.
What. An awful. Blog.
I feel like a bystander in some sort of hideous crime.
Then again, maybe I'll look back at this post some day and shudder.
Anyway! I have to read this terrible book for English called "A Separate Peace." This is a book that takes boring to a whole new level. The month I was given to read it is almost up, and I've only gotten to page 11 of 200-something. I also have to read the book 47 Ronin for World Civ, but that one's not nearly as bad. Samurai and death. Funfun.
The Freshman Dance is on Friday! Unfortunately, I'm pretty sure that I'll be at my Dad's house, so that's not happening for me. But recently (very recently, about 5 minutes ago), I was asked how I had responded to Leo. Apparently, he had asked me to the dance. Or that's what's being told to everyone, at least. He did no such thing.
My mom is on a business trip. In Kansas City. I am a teenager. Home alone for three days. What does this mean? PAR-TAY.
No, not really. Hale to the no. It actually means me, washing dishes, eating junk food, being a couch potato for three days. It's even worse because there was a snowstorm, which means no school today. But I made cookies!
I think that I need to write a story before it's too late. A.K.A Before Mrs. Eller completely corrupts my mind.
OH. OH. Speaking of Eller (kind of), I submitted my official request to my guidance counseler to allow me to take Freshman Winds (band) as myy elective next semester instead of public speaking. We came up with a new schedule, and she submitted it to her supervisor to be eith approved or rejected.
If it is approved, it will mean several things.
1. No public speaking = No Leo. Becuase I would have been in his class. I'm sorry to say that this doesn't upset me in the slightest.
2. NO. MORE. ELLER. Putting Freshman Winds on my schedule requires some moving around of my other classes. Namely, English. I would be in a class with Violet and Catman. How...incredibly wonderful. But it also makes me feel kind of disappointed in myself. For not seeing Eller's class out.
3. I will wield the clarinet once more. I will no longer have to practice alone in my bedroom.
4. A new homeroom. If I do Freshman Winds, then the band room will become my homeroom. This makes me somewhat sad because I kind of adore my homeroom. But, I will deal.
IF I'm approved. Which isn't looking too likely.

Halloween Humor!

So, earlier today, while attempting to make sense of my homework, I had the following conversation with, well, my dog.
Me: Hi Tallie!
Tallie: ...
Me: You know, you're super-cute. You're so cute that, frankly, it's frightening me a bit. You should be a halloween costume! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Tallie: ...
Me: I'm sorry, that was... CANDY CORNY! Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Tallie: ...
Me: I know, my humor is making you Snickers! Get it? The candy? Ahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Tallie: ...
Me: My jokes are out of this Milky Way! More candy! Ahahahahahasdnfiunlsiufhaoidnasuilha!!!
Tallie: ... grrrrrrr...

This is probably a sign that I am not completely sane.
...
TALLIE BARKS AT KIT-KATS! Get it? Cats?
Oh, that crazy Halloween humor.

*Insert catchy title here*

Yesterday was a big day. A big BIG day. It was a day of infinite proportions!

Well no, not really, but it was pretty busy.

I woke up at 6 and put on some newly acquired business attire, which is always fun, and went to my school so that a bus could take me and my fellow delegates to the SJMUN (South Jersey Model United Nations) conference at Eastern High School, which was pretty pointless considering I live closer to Eastern High School than my own school. But I got to see Strawberry with a skirt and over-hairsprayed hair, so it wasn't completely pointless!

The two of us were both representing Venezuela (which was awesome for me, since I really am Venezuelan, although the people who assigned me the country didn't know that) but we were in different commitees, so we were forced to (un?)fortunately separate.

Then, seven hours of debating and resolution-paper writing. Funfunfun.

Then back to school to have my "business attire" questioned by the other marching band members. That was actually pretty fun.

So, at the award ceremony, the rankings are (starting with best) as follows:

-Superior

-Outstanding

-Excellent

-Good

Our rating was the third out of nine bands to be announced, and we got "outstanding", which made us super-happy because that's the same score everyone before us had gotten, so at least we weren't worse than them!

Actually, it made us super-happy for only about four seconds, because everyone announced after us got superior.

Oh, and by the way:

(Proudly taken by me. The one on the right is Jemima.)

Ohhh the teen angst.

So I reread my last entry, and realized how mean I sounded.
Je suis une mauvais fille.
So I'm here to correct it!
Lotso fun!
By "something evil" I meant "sulk in my teenly jealousy and pass it off as PMS."
I am not hiding mace and tar in my locker. Or am I...?
Nah, just a couple o' nanobombs here and there.
...
So, I have to get up at 6 tomorrow.
Yes, I know it's a Saturday. But I have a Model UN conference with the always adequate Strawberry. Yes Strawberry, I called you adequate.

Model United Nations conference: 7:30-4:00.

After that, I would normally eat a dinner of some sort, but I'm obviously not that lucky.

Neshaminy Marching Band Festival: 4:30-11:00.

Then on Sunday, there's the joy that is homework of honors proportions.
High school is Hades.

I am a blogging fail.

Utterly and completely. I should... not ever forget to blog again.
SO TODAY.
Model UN. Model United Nations. Poor Venezuela got stuck with me as their food and agriculture representative. The first conference (with other schools) is on Saturday, and it lasts about six hours.
SIX HOURS. OH WOE IS ME.
Then, immediately after the conference, I have to rush to my school to get ready to leave for a marching band festival in somewhere called Nushaminny.
Ah wait, I googled it; it's Neshaminy. It's be pretty sad to live in a town named Nushaminny.
*no offense to anyone who lives in this possibly-nonfictitious-town of Nushaminny*
Strawberry's grounded. Ha. Haha.
Oh, and I like Catman. Did I mention that in my last, not-so-recent post? Well, I do. No big deal.
Here's the problem. Joy does too.
Whoa snap.
Normally I would shamelessly do something evil to her (I...dislike competition of any sort), but she's too nice! I actually have...well, not a conscience... something that sort of resembles a conscience!
So now I get an average of five hours of sleep each night. Not fun.
Ack. Homework.

So blog, I've missed you.

Strawberry has been pressuring me to blog. (Peer pressure, peer pressure!)
I haven't been able to because high school has been keeping me really busy. Honestly, I don't know how she does it.
Should I make a list? I think I should.

• Strawberry- Much the same. Unfortunately.
• Violet- In half of my classes. Fortunately.
• Silver- Silver who? I... don't see or talk to her any more. At all.
• Leo- I don't like him any more. But I think he likes me. Or at least he did, until he found out that I now like...
• Catman- Sadly, in none of my classes. But then there's marching band twice a week. :)
• Basil- As irritating as ever. Maybe even more so, if possible. Also know about my... preference towards Catman. Luckily, we only have one class together.

High school is awful in so many ways, but amazing in so many others. I won't even...begin explaining its perils.

Leo's been acting strange. At first, when the year began, we were really close frieds, but now we could be walking in the hallways practically next to each other and not even acknowledge the other's presence. I think it has to do with Catman. I'll weasel it out of him tomorrow.

I want to type more, but I didn't plan this post well. But there's always tomorrow! I won't desert my blog again!

Oh blog.... You again.

Didja miss me, blog?

Huh?

HUH?!

Well then. I'll interpret that silence as a "yes".

I would have posted, but summer vacation has been exactly as it should be.... lazy and uneventful. So, nothing to report.

Strawberry's birthday is tomorrow....

Um, should I have gotten her something?

Well, I came up with the idea for her party. We're going to film a movie!

She wants a spy thriller thing, but we don't have a script. Or video camera.

We'll, er, figure something out.

Violet's coming too! Woo! Spontaneous rhyme!

Strawberry and I are supposed to co-write the script, but no progress on that.

I tried out for tennis. And completely and utterly failed. Ah well, there's always track and field! Sprint is pretty much the only sport I can do anyway, what with my awful eyesight. At least I'm good at it!

60-mile traffic jam in China. May last several weeks. Poor suckers.