Lovin' The Fallopian Way

I just thought it'd be great to have that as a title. But this post is dedicated to the writer of that blog, and is also my new favorite poet of all time. Take note, JP.

I got into the creative writing elective at my high school, and right now we're working on poetry.

This is my 'I am From' poem. I really like these.

I am from places where the grass reaches past your knees and water rises above your head.

I am from yellow linoleum in an old, old house on the corner of a busy street.

I am from smooth round pebbles and chipped nail polish, and feelings that no one can name.

I am from indescribable love and indescribable loss.

I am from the moment before dawn and the moment right after dark.

I am from the smell of Halloween and stage make up, and the rustle of the curtains before they open.

I am from socks with holes in the toes and ripped Converse that you can't let go of.

I am from crappy blue ballpoint ink and forgotten puzzle pieces.

I am from pieces of broken mirror and necklaces hung with pull tabs and bottle caps.

I am from sentimental love notes slipped into lockers and kisses stolen in hallways.

I am from the sound of the waves around you and stones skipped into the sea.

I am from lies and half truths told in darkness and forgotten in daylight.

I am from sand between your toes and the wind in your hair.

I am from the sound of a pen on paper.

Got Into Dracula

Barely, because I don't have a single line.

Boyfriend has a lead part and has to pretend to be madly in love with a senior.

Today I found out that I get really, really nastily jealous if he says the phrases 'darling, soulmate, sweetheart, or I love you' to anyone besides me, even if he doesn't mean it.

I'm not kidding; it really makes me want to cry.

Oh dear.

OH MY GOD I LOVE CORGIS :D :D :D :D

So I'm just going to post links to a bunch of super cute pictures :)

http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&global=1&q=corgi+puppy#/d1ocjuz

http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&global=1&q=corgi+puppy#/d2gcw3n

http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&global=1&q=corgi+puppy#/d15j7ac

http://browse.deviantart.com/?qh=&section=&q=corgi#/d16euwv

AHHHHHH DIES OF CUTENESS :D :D :D :D :D

My Eyes Hurt and My Face Might Fall Off

I'm been playing trumpet for four days a week, 2 hours straight on three of those days. My mouth and cheeks are swollen and it hurts to talk.

It's like trumpet bootcamp for the rest of the year.

It's awful.

I auditioned for Dracula on Wednesday, which has like 4 girl parts. I seriously acted my ass off and actually earned myself a compliment from a senior, who's actually going to college to be an actress.

I probably won't get in, because there's a group of three or four senior girls that the director absolutely adores, but it was fun, and there's always next play.

At least I've earned someone's respect.

And my American Lit. teacher absolutely despises me, and I can't figure out why. I complete all my assignments, pay attention in class, and participate, but I still can't shake the feeling that she loathes me. Blegh.

I'm so tired.

*Does Victory Dance*

At my high school, there's a jazz combo that meets in the mornings. It's composed of the elite musical talent of my high school, and there are no freshman. Well, there's one.

ME!!!!!!!!!!!

Nobody else is going to care but this is a fucking huge deal :D

I'm also in Knowledge Bowl, and trying out for the play Dracula next Wednesday. Maybe high school isn't so bad after all :)

I'm a Freshman

With glasses. Blegh.

I wish I had an older sibling that was already popular at my high school, like Boyfriend does.

I don't want to have to make a name for myself all over again, like proving that I'm smart. I have glasses, teachers should just look at me and know that I'm intelligent. Grrr. And now I'm not even the artsy kid, because we were assigned classes and I got chamber ensemble, not art, so nobody knows how great I am. (Insert shameless self promotion) But I'm mostly kidding.

And the first trumpet in my chamber ensemble is a Senior, so he thinks I'm musically impaired. He literally took my music and wrote in all the note names and circled dynamics and crescendos. Prick.

But I guess I haven't been at school long enough to decide whether I like it or not yet, so I'm not really in the position to hate it yet.

Boyfriend turned fifteen yesterday, and his family threw him a massive party at a pizza place he loves, and it was an absolute blast :)

He has the cutest cousins in the world.

And sorry for being a blogging bum lately, nothing has happened.