Sunday. 1.4.07 8:17 pm
Today wasn't normal for me. I shoved on some clothes and ran out of the house without a second thought to just sit on my patio table and...ponder. It was like a semi-sunbathe. ^.^ The wind was blowing my hair around a little, and little kids ran around and screamed at the park just a hundred or two feet away. It was peaceful.
Which I guess made me want to take a walk with my mum and the dogs. Today was an overcast day with prediction of drizzles every once in a while--and drizzle it did, especially around 2-3 in the afternoon. We walked pretty far and made wishes on dandelions like friends would. I guess it's good that my mom and I kind of reached our old relationship, today, even though I know it'll be ruined again, soon enough. I guess I can still hope. She just doesn't realize that some things aren't...well, nice, I suppose.
Which can get frustrating.
Anyway, she was nice, today. All that matters right now is that, really.
And then Sarah called. I instantly went back out to see her, noticing that the drizzle which had started just a few minutes ago had already stopped.
At her house, we...
Walked a lot, given that Brian was outside with his siblings, and they're all usually interesting. Not to mention I haven't seen him since Halloween, and he's pretty smart.
But then they all had to go, so Sarah and I walked on and eventually got back to her house, where we played badminton, sat on the trampoline, and then eventually returned to my house. Which is how, basically, I ended up here, writing. I mean, yeah, we played video games, talked to Stevie and Britney--APRIL FOOL'S, BRITNEY, MAJOR APRIL FOOL'S!--and fretted, but that's about it.
Man, I need to update more than this. All my journals and blogs are suffering. I suck at managing time, lately.
Getting better, though.
This is going to be an annoyingly long entry, I bet.
Tuesday. 27.3.07 11:02 pm
My heart was seriously racing. I asked where the card was, and if I couldn't just address it and put it in the mail myself. She pointed me in the right direction, told me where the stamps were, and let me do my thing without interruption. Of course, I wasn't just sending a birthday card to my brother.
I'd also snuck in a request for an information packet for Governor's School.
I stamped both and brought them outside, after my heart dropped about a thousand times putting my sandals on right in front of both the parents. The door handle squeaked familiarly, and I shoved it open without looking back.
And you know what?
The entire time walking to my mailbox, I sang.
That's taking my life into my own hands.
It feels good to be able to look forward to a future doing what I want and love to do.
This isn't sneaking around. I mean, I've talked to them about it, but I can't wait for them to make a decision whether or not I could absolutely go. I know I have the ability to at least get close to getting in, since I'm really going to work HARD to, and money...well, that's not the biggest problem ever. I CAN, they just don't want to lose me.
Sooner or later, they will anyway.
This is the best way to do it, for my sake.
Friday. 3.23.07 9:29 pm
I found the perfect present for my bestest friend, today.
She can't know (hence, can't know about my NuTang, which shouldn't be an issue), but it's a couple shirts off of Threadless. One's the 99 Luftballons one (she loves the Goldfigner version of the song), and the other's Ah Manna Eat Choo, because I remmeber, in the days of Xanga, she had that layout. And now, every time we see the logo somewhere, she goes crazy and yells it out.
Best friends are good.
I feel like I'm getting a lot better with being prepared about gifts. I already have Britney's in mind, and I'm actually working on obtaining such a thing which I would give her (read: she has a NuTang, so I can't reveal my mad genius plan here, sigh), right now.
It just bothers me that I don't have a list with all friend birthdays on it. I have to remember by heart that Britney's is May 9, Sar's is June 2, Shalesa's is October 23, and so on.
This weekend SHOULD be OK, if everything goes smoothly. Bestie already got an okay for her to hang out, tomorrow, so I'm excited so see if we'll actually do anything. Maybe we can get her brother to help me out in a video I'm making about the pole in my park being really hard to climb.
He's very agile.
Wednesday. 21.3.07 11:00 pm
So I was walking down the stairs when suddenly I felt a tug in my gravity, downward. It was at school, right at the busiest time of the day, when people were on the stairwell, attempting to, basically, make the escape.
My heels do not have the same idea, nor does gravity. The heels said, Hey, man, this is the end of the line. I'm sorry about all the times you got blisters when breaking me in, and I'm sorry I have to end it like this, but...you know. Circle of life.
I felt a wobblyness in my stomach, and then my heel caught the stair I was stepping down, and I started to fall, face first, down a flight of stairs. I probably would have broken my neck if Meagan hadn't grabbed my backpack and I hadn't grabbed the railing.
We just FROZE. Time did, too, actually--that's the funniest thing about falling.
Then again, I didn't exactly fall. I started to, but was saved, miraculously.
I think the funniest part (I was laughing hysterically at my near-death experience--I always do) was that this guy at the bottom of the stairs had just stepped up, and, when I tripped, he just froze, and looked at me like I'd thrown up The Strokes and they'd started playing right in front of him.
And this all made me wonder what's up with some people. I mean, he didn't even move out of my possible flying path, like most smart people would.
Just stood there.
Furthermore, I finally got my agenda back from that jerk who took it. I guess all those self-defense strategies (which have been pounded into my brain) came in handy, today, because he squeezed my leg--AND IT HURT!--and I grabbed both his hands, crossed them, and pulled them in different directions and yelled, "YOU DO NOT TOUCH GIRLS WITHOUT CONSENT!" He turned bright red and seems to respect my space a lot more, since I did it in public in front of some worried looking teachers. They'll be watching him a lot more closely, I'm sure, so I won't have to deal with the five-year-old behavior.
I don't see why I should have to in the first place.
I need to do my math project. All this inferring is killing my brain.
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