"The Phantom Of The Opera is there... In your mind..."

A day or two ago, I got this incredible app for my iPod for $1.99 that gives me access to over 23,000 classic books. Right now, I'm obsessing over the Phantom Of The Opera. It's about this guy, the Vicomte de Chagny, named Raoul who's hopelessly in love with an opera singer named Christine Daae, who was his childhood friend. But Christine is under the influence of the feared Opera Ghost, Erik, who she believes is the Angel Of Music that her father told her about as a child, and this "Angel of Music" gives her lessons, but he's actually a really ugly, psychotic human. Who lives underground. And is super-ugly. And writes an endless, depressing song. And is incredibly ugly.
As for school, something... not so good happened. Luna and Genne know I like Leo (if you read yesterday's entry), and they kept begging me to ask him to the final 8th grade dance. I'm not the most traditional person, but I refuse to ask a guy. So they were pretty upset by that, and Luna asked if she could ask Leo if he was going to ask me, pretending I had no knowledge of her asking. I didn't see anything wrong with that plan, and I'd refused to ask him myself, so I agreed to that plan.
That was all yesterday. Today, our science class was in a lull and everyone crowded around our table to chat ('Cause we're cool like that. Woot.) and Leo was one of these people. Frenchy did this stupid joke where he says "High five!" but just before our palms met, he cupped his hand and sort of made it hop over mine, saying "Mexican!" This was supposed to be funny because Mexicans "hopped the border", but I thought it was really stupid. It's stupidity made us all laugh. Then, I started working on some Language Arts extra credit when, out of the corner of my eye, I registered Luna whispering something into Leo's ear.
I started to write more quickly, and Leo said "Maybe, but I might have something planned for that weekend," to Luna, so we can assume that the question asked was whether he was going to the dance. Then she leaned in to whisper into his ear again (huh, who knew that you could see so much of something without directly looking at it?) and they both looked at me. I continued to write furiously, and Leo finally responded "Maybe." After Ms.Sigman told everyone to go back to their seats, Genne told me what had passed between Luna and Leo. The first question guessed was correct, and the second question asked was whether he was taking me, and he had replied, as earlier mentioned, "Maybe." Normally, this response would be somewhat hopeful, if I hadn't heard him say it myself. It was a noncommital "maybe," he didn't mean it at all.
He ignored me for he rest of the day. Aw crap. In gym, we were outside playing flag tag. when a round was over and each team was walking back to their base (I was red, Leo was blue), I called his name as we passed each other and then said "Mexicoooooo!" while mimicking Frenchy's hand-hopping motion. He had laughed at it in class, but now he merely turned and kept walking. I stumbled mid-step, in shock, but Strawberry, who was walking right next to me, didn't even notice and instead asked me what the "Mexico" thing was about. Wah.
If I'd had a class with him in the afternoon, I might have gotten the chance to speak to him, but both of our classes together were in the morning, which never, EVER happens, so that was a piece of bad luck right there. *sigh* Stupid Memorial Day. Now I have to wait until Tuesday to get some answers!

Tackling the person sitting next to you. Please don't try it at home.

OKAY SO FIRST OFF.
I fixed the comment thingy, so people can actually comment now.
When I realized that I never got any comments, I asked Strawberry if it wasn't working or if no one was nice enough to comment. According to her, it was that second one.
Turns out, it actually wasn't working.
But it's fixed now. So comment. You know, if you want to.
ANYWAY.
Today, I tackled Frenchy.
It was in science class, at the end of the day. Me, Genne, and Luna were passing notes (well, not really "notes". more like a piece of paper torn from Luna's binder with writing all over it), and somehow a pleasnt conversation turned into them interrogating me about Leo. Basil came back from orchestra lessons when we were about 3/4 of the way through the paper, but just sat across from me, unusally silent. Maybe he was just tired, but it was still strange. Anyway, Frenchy snatched the paper from my hands, wondering what was so secretive about it, but since he had to use a lot of force to get it out of my hands, the momentum sent it fluttering to the floor to the right of his seat. I, however, sit to his left. My instinct was to get the paper before he did, and I reflexively lunged for it, but I ended up tackling him! Everyone in the class saw and started laughing, except for Leo, who was all immersed in a book.
Oh no. After a million gazillion attempts to have a sleepover here with Strawberry and Silver, my latest one has once again been ruined. By my mom's boyfriend, who's ruined every single one of my attempts.
Technically, it was already ruined, because he was once again coming over to stay for the weekend, meaning I couldn't have a sleepover here. I don't get it; he's never once invited my mom to set foot inside of his place, because it's "messy", but every single weekend he comes here and sleeps here and eats our food and I'm honestly sick of it!
Anyway, we'd planned it to be at Silver's house on Saturday night, which upset m,e because I'd really wanted them to come here, but it was better than nothing.
Well, too bad. Because nothing is what I just now got.
Every other weekend, I have to go stay at my dad's house (although he and my mom sometimes switch if I need to be somewhere for something important), and this weekend was my mom's weekend (obviously, since I planned to go to a sleepover this weekend) and two weekends from now was to be my dad's weekend. But the play's two weekends from now, meaning that I need to go to my dad's this weekend, meaning NO SLEEPOVER FOR MISTY.
I really hate the world right now. And I'm one of those people who see the silver linings of everything, so this is pretty tragic.

Basil the Jerk's Extreme Jerky Jerk-ness

I hate Basil. I really do. (if you're not sure who I'm talking about, please refer to the codename list somewhere on the side)
So, I sit at my science table with him, Frenchy, and Genne. Genne's usually really upbeat and loud, but sometimes she's in a really bad mood and doesn't want to talk to anyone, so she just puts her head in her arms and stays there for the entire science class and pretty much every other class I'm assuming.
Whenever she does this in science, Basil and Frenchy sing a song that goes "Genne. Is grumpy. She is very grumpy." and then they repeat that until she responds in some way.
So today, Basil went into his daily routine of mocking me about Leo, which annoys the hell out of me because Leo sits at the table next to us. But today he got a better idea. He started singing the 'Genne' song, but with different lyrics. Before I type out the lyrics, may I just say that until then I was staring at nothing but my vocab packet, which was due next class and which I hadn't finished.
It went like this: "Misty. Is in love. She is staring at Leo." And they repeated that over and over, loud enough for everyone to hear. Even Leo. I was so freaking mortified!
To get him to stop singing before I maimed him, I told him that I no longer liked Leo, that it ended last year. I swore. I never, ever swear anything unless it's completely true. So I just broke my unspoken golden rule right there. He didn't believe me, of course, since he doesn't know my code of honor. He asked his name, an I said he doesn't go to this school. You see, the first boy I thought of was Josh, from Violet's baseball game (if you've read any of my other entries). And it's true that he doesn't go to my school.
Basil asked for his name again, but both he and Josh are my friends on Facebook, and I didn't even want to think about what would happen if Basil figured that out, so I offered him the firstletter of his name instead, which was 'J'.
Unfortunately, Connor and Frenchy caught onto the song, and I was harassed with it in Language A (by Connor and Basil) and outside of French class (by the three of them).
Afterward, I completely avoided Leo, which was a little hard since his locker is right below mine. Whenever he was at his locker, I would go visit someone else's locker until he was gone. I know he heard the song, because he looked straight at me when it started, but I pretended that there was something extremely engrossing on the ceiling. Then in French, class ended ten minutes before dismissal, so we were all just chatting around the room, and I went to talk to Moo, and we started humming our parts from our band song, Wicked (yes, like the musical). Leo came up and started humming too, and when we got tired of harmonizing, Moo went away, and Leo and I ended up sitting, leaning against the wall, chatting and trying to stab each other with staples picked off the bulletin board.
So yeah, I think we're cool.

"I'll never be the same, if we ever meet again."

So, I'm in a really musicky mood right now. I actually always am on school band days, but today I found my mom's goldmine of old CDs, to download onto my iPod. I have a really old taste in music, for a modern-day teenager. Sitting in a pile in front of me are...
-Wings Greatest
-Sony Music-The Modern Era-1976-1999 (2-disc set)
-Great Classical Film Hits
-Foreigner Complete Greatest Hits
-Tom Petty-Full Moon Fever
-Pure 70s
-Aerosmith-Big Ones
-Santana-Supernatural
Unfortunately, the Aerosmith CD doesn't have "Dream On", which I really like. It was on Glee last night though, which I watched for the first time and absolutely loved, and I'll get the Glee version on iTunes. =]

They say talking to your pets means you're not mentally healthy, but what if you sell them something?

Today, I sold my dog an affordable vacation to Washington D.C., including hotel and airfare. Does this mean Misty's lost it? Maybe. But I did it beause I've just realized that I have no idea what I would like to be whn I grow up, so I've decided to act out different occupations. I got some old briefcases and papers of my mom's, and Tallie (my dog) as my client. I've already talked to her about her puppy's performance in the second grade at a dog-teacher conference. This time, I tried being a saleswoman, selling vacations. Organizing the hotel an airfare was somewhat fun, but I don't see much of a future for me in that. Tomorrow, I'm going to try being a lawyer. Tallie is the defendant, I her lawyer, and it is The Case Of The Missing Cheesy Puff. I need to set up evidence first, like a trail of cheese and such. This should be fun. In relation to the same case, the day after tomorrow I will be a forensic investigator, with my CSI chemical testing lab. I got it a couple of Christmases ago, but honestly, it looked too complicated to be bothered with "just for fun". Now, I actually have a reason to use it! I think I'll save "doctor" for Thursday or Friday.
And another thing I realized? Fourteen is an awful age to be. Well, fourteen and a couple of surrounding years. We're old enough to be interested in the opposite gender, but too young for our parents to be fine with us dating. So what the heck are we supposed to do now? Also, we're too young to be in most places without an adult, although we're old enough to have gained the independent teenager spirit. At this age, we try and try to think for ourselves, but we're restricted because this age is considered "too young". It hardly makes sense.
Hm. I would like to try something called...
A Moment In Time: 11:00-Art Room-School
I lean in closer to my drawing, my sunburned nose nearly touching my too-clean, too-white paper. It needs some color, some imagination. The assignment is to create the shop of your dreams, and mine contains a machine that can make books come to life, or rather, place humans inside of one, the words becoming reality. Then contact lenses that continuously change color, from blue to purple to red to-
I feel a soft tap on my shoulder, and know that it must be Moo (a nickname for one of Strawberry's very first crushes), because he is the only person I know of who is old-fashioned enough to tap on my shoulder instead of simply calling my name. Also, he sits right behind me. I turn my head half an inch to the right, giving a non-commital "Hmmm?"
"Wicked, measure 40"
In band, our favorite piece of music is a collection of songs from the Broadway musical Wicked, and it is especially a favorite of Moo's, who sits two seats from me in band. He repeats his request to Leo, who sits to his right and plays the trumpet (I play bass clarinet, Moo plays tenor saxophone) and right there, in the middle of art class, we begin humming our parts in unison, the different rhythms and notes blending into a complex, intense melody.
I don't know what it was, being in our own little bubble in art class, music and the arts, but that moment made me simply happy, like coming home after hiking through a blizzard to a roaring fireplace and hot cocoa. Home at school.
Oh, were you reading this, waiting for something exciting to happen? Sorry to have diappointed, but if you don't see the point to this, make your own three person band in the middle of art class and then my happiness will make sense. Go on. Nothing to lose.

So, yeah, I'm a Yankees fan. Don't hate me.

Where can you have popcorn flung at the back of your head by 8-year-olds, while kicking empty beer bottles back and forth under your feet, while standing up every couple of minutes to either cheer or get out of someone's way? Yankee Stadium, woot woot!
Today, for the first time, I went to the new Yankees stadium. I was wearing a Yankees bracelet, Yankees themed watch, Rodriguez t-shirt, Yankees/Nike jacket, and inaugural season Yankees baseball cap. Oh, and Nike sneakers to go with the brand new jacket. Call it overbearing, but I was so extremely proud of that outfit, which I am still wearing.
Yankees crushed the Minnesota Twins, 7-1. In the eighth inning, someone started a wave in the bleachers that went around the entire stadium 5 times. Pretty much everyone participated in it. Such good sports. Get it? Get it? Meh.
So, I haven't blogged in three days, but fear not! I have a valid excuse! I had a crapload of homework. I still do, actually, but it's the weekend, so whatever. I stayed up until 11 working both of those nights, and by the time I got in bed, it was about midnight, meaning I got less than 7 hours of sleep each night. This weekend, I have to do all of my reflections for the book 'Night', but that's my own fault because we were supposed to do each of them while reading the book. Apparently, I'm going to be less lazy when I get to high school, with all of my classes being honors and no lunch. People say I will die. I'm starting to think that I will.

She said WHAT NOW?

What the flapjack. Me and Sarah say "What the" and then a random noun beginning with F when we're upset. Yes, I'm upset.
Two of my closest friends are going out. I was the only person they told, and I took it very seriously. I was dying to tell someone, but that would make me an awful friend, and I really do value friendship.
Well, Nat found their names on my blog (I took them down already) and posted it on her blog! I didn't even use their real names, but she basically copied and pasted the sentence or two in which I spoke about it into one of her entries, not even saying that it was my info, and it was confidential. Then, she tells them that I was telling a bunch of people about them! "Them" being the two of my closest friends who are going out, who now dislike me. Um, wth Nat? Passing it off as your own gossip, then accusing me of telling everyone? I think you'll probably read this, and I'm not so mad as much as betrayed. Sorry if this makes you mad at me though, but it's the truth. Can you please leave the two of them alone, and not tell secrets that don't belong to you? Please?

Green's my favorite color; maybe it's because I get jealous so easily.

The world is conspiring against me. Within the past week, half of my best friends have started dating. Not just Violet and Zucker, but others who I'm not allowed to name. So where will that leave me? Lonely and senile, watching Hallmark romance-comedies and eating out of a tub of ice cream, that's where. I have to be careful about what I say now, though. Apparently, even trying to create a hidden blog doesn't stop my classmates from reading it. So, I've accepted that these entries may be read by people I know and will post accordingly. That translates to "I will post nothing to humiliate myself."
The dance has seemed to be an era away for these past few months, but I've just realized that it's way sooner than I realized. In a month or so, along with the Hershey Music Festival and the Six Flags field trip, and the graduation ceremony. Gah. So overwhelming. I don't and probably never will have a date to the dance, so I won't linger on that too much.
My dream last night: Me living in an old, dark house with a senile old lady who's afraid to leave home. For good reason. Every night at 8 p.m. a nearly headless ghost (I'm guessing he was based on Nearly-Headless Nick from Harry Potter) circles around the house over and over. Then, at 1 a.m., the headless horseman circles the house over and over.
Interpretation? I'm guessing that I'm the old lady, with no one to love. Didn't I picture myself being senile and alone? Stupid dance. What do the headless ghosts mean, though? I really have no idea how to interpret that. Please make suggestions.
Also, when I checked my horoscope this morning on my iPod Touch, it said that I was nervous about an upcoming social event. Not particularly about the event itself, but about the people that will be there. I swear, that thing reads my mind.
I think the universe is trying to send signs, and call me stupid, but I'm not getting the message.

P.S.

I'm trying to stick to no more than one post a day, but this one doesn't really count.
Strawberry sent me the most amazing comic, which is strange in itself since I'm not much of a comic fan.
But here it is; please read it if you get the chance.
http://www.lackadaisycats.com/index.php

Romance Is In The Air... (Part Deux)

Are all of my best friends simultaneously falling in love with each other? Really, first Violet and Zucker, and now...um...two other people? I just found out today; I had no idea when I began the "Romance Is In The Air" entry, honest. If anyone was told before I was, I swear I will...
Never mind, I'll just continue from where I left off yesterday. This is "part deux" after all. I was going to explain this in much more detail, but really, I'm not in the mood. Violet invited me to a Camden Riversharks baseball game, because she had won their bookmark design contest and got to throw the first pitch at a game, in addition to box seats and 25 extra tickets. I received one of the tickets to the game, which took place on Friday night. Turns out, she invited someone not from our school as well. Josh, from her summer camp. We became very good friends within the next four to five hours, and I have to admit, it was the most fun I've ever had with a boy. Apparently, Nat and Ani expected us to start making out at any moment (as I read later on Nat's blog). Ani took a video of us on her cellphone, which I was dying to see, but she didn't save it. I could have strangled her in advisory, right in front of our humanities teacher.
I'm going to tell Leo to ask Silver to the dance. Yes, I like him, but so does she, and honestly, she's probably the one he likes more. They've known each other since birth, literally. I feel like the "bad guy" in a romance story ruining the relationship that fate intended to occur. I was going to tell Leo to do it when we were at the water park, but I never got the chance. Love is screwed up, y'all know that?

Romance is in the air...

Maybe it's the warmer weather, but everything seems to be tinted with amore.
Today, me, Leo, Silver, Strawberry, Violet, and Zucker went to a water park together. Leo, Silver, and I were excited, because we knew that Zucker was going to ask Violet to the 8th grade Farewell Dance today. Leo and Silver only knew because I told them, and I ended up telling Strawberry about half an hour later, because I couldn't stand having her not know. She started jumping up and down and screaming, and Zucker shot me a death glare.
Later, we decided to go onto the huge water slide, the one that had tubes able to fit five people at a time. Unfortunately, there were six of us, so we didn't have any choice besides splitting into two groups. These are the groups I suggested: me, Leo, Silver, and Strawberry; then Zucker and Violet. I had to give him some sort of opportunity sooner or later, after all. Violet pretended to be upset at us for abandoning her, and I think she could tell something was going on, but she went along with it. My group went first, screaming the entire way, and at the bottom we stopped and waited for Violet and Zucker. To our disappointment, they came out looking totally bored.
This time I gave Zucker a death glare, because I had given him a chance to ask Violet, and he screwed it up. We were arguing about boredom on water rides (we can form an argument out of pretty much anything) when he whispered in my ear "But the good news is, now Violet's my date to the dance."
I had a Strawberry moment. I screamed in his ear and did a mini dance while hopping up and down. They spent most of the next three hours alone together. We lapped them in the lazy river, because they were so caught up in talking, and they continued to go on the water slides alone together. To be honest, it was bittersweet. More sweet than bitter though. I was happy that Zucker finally got the courage to do something about his year-long, if not longer, crush on Violet. And I'm also happy for Violet, who's one of my best friends and deserves to go to the dance with a nice guy. But, I'm just the teeniest bit jealous, because while they've spent the entire day completly absorbed in each other, I was reminded about how alone and boyless I am. No biggie, though. It's great that it happened at last. Seriously, it's about time.
What happened last night will also take a while to explain, so...
To be continued...

Let's try some new titles: 5/5/2010

The end is near. Not the end of the world, silly! The end of the school year, and also the end of middle school. In less than two months, I'll say goodbye to Rosa Middle, and I'll be forced to prepare for high school. If I have two or more classes with Leo, then I'll look forward to high school, but right now, since we haven't gotten our schedules yet, I'm absolutely dreading it.
Of course, there's a lot of events to look forward to before the year ends. There's the Hershey Music Festival for one thing, and speaking of which, 7th/8th grade band will dominate this year. Last year, we came in 2nd place by, get this, 0.75 points! After we perform, we get to spend six hours cavorting around Hershey Park, which will be tons of fun!
Then, there's the annual 8th grade field trip to Six Flags Great Adventure. Hopefully, we'll get to go to the water park because I'm terribly afraid of any roller coaster. Even the ones for five-year-olds. Don't laugh! However, I can go on the highest water slides in any water park and have tons of fun. I actually wrote an essay for school about my fear of roller coasters.
There's also the graduation dance, which will be heldon a Saturday several week from now. All the girls aren't really planning to go together, like they do before other dances, because they're all secretly hoping that a guy will ask them. Then again, I'm doing the exact same thing. My dress for the dance arrived in the mail about a week ago; the theme is nautical and cruiseshippy, so my dress as white with thin, dark blue stripes.
Then, there's the actual graduation ceremony, but I don't give a crap about that.

A Memory Of... How My First Day Of High School Is Likely To Go

Imagine me on a school bus. Sitting in the very front because I'm a freshman an there fore "fresh meat". Sitting near the bus driver is probably my safest bet, unless it's a crazy drunk one, in which case I will try to mingle with sophmores. Anyway, I'll probably be the only one with a backpack, first of all. My good ol' L.L. Bean backpack has been faithful throughout my middle school life, but to be honest, I ave a feeling that all the girls will have one-shouldered messenger bags. Embarassed, I will tuck my bookbag behind me, like a pillow, and pretend to listen to music on my iPod Touch, while really reading a book on it. Then, the bus will hit a bump and some item will fly at me and launch my beloved iPod out the window. I can sense that happening; my iPod being crushed under the wheels of a Toyota.
Then, I will find out that my locker is across the school from the rest of my classes, so I'll have to carry my bookbag around, being more frustrated about the messenger bag thing. Our homerooms are supposedly going to be in alphabetical order, and since Leo's last name is around the end of the Bs and mine is at the beginning of the Cs, hopefully we'll be together. Unless fate is really PMSing and decides to cut the first homeroom off at the end of B. He'll have some snotty girlfriend who so doesn't deserve him, and whose last name starts with A. I will get detention for sending her death glares.
Since I was stupid enough to take all honors classes and no lunch, I'll probably be swamped with homework by the end of the hour, and have no classes with Leo. I heard that one of the English honors teachers is particularly evil, she even told us during the high school open house a few months ago that she is worse than every oher teacher in the school. Watch me get her. Just watch.
Finally, my social life will come to an end, because of all my homework and because my fngers will be so swollen from writing that I won't be able to use the computer.
Speaking of my social life, my mom is on a complete mission to get rid of it. She finds excuses for me to not do things with my friends. Examples: sleepovers/"I'll have to feed them" mall/"I don't appreciate you spending all of my money" (I only buy clothes with my allowance. which i get from my dad. i have never asked my mom for money.) baseball games/"Since when do you care about baseball?" (I am a dedicated Yankees fan, and I know pretty much everything there is to know about the rules of baseball) going to someone's house after school/"For WHAT?" "For fun, mom." "What's so fun about it?"
I had no friends in fifth grade, and now that I have a ton of friends in middle school, she resents me. She used to compliment all my accomplishments, and now she insults me for no reason, especially when I mention having fun with friends. Want to hear my theory of why this is? Here goes: she has no friends. Not kidding. It's true. She might be jealous, or I might be really shallow to think that, but whatever.
What. Ever.