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When I don't blog and then I try to cover everything I didn't mention before, things get complicated. I can't put everything in perfect chronological order and it frustrates me.

I want to blog about a friend who's been bothering me lately, but I don't want to feel like I'm putting her down by posting it in a public place. Ugh.

I didn't go to school today! YAY! It was the last day of school before holiday break and there was snow storm! After so much stressing out in the morning about whether I should go to school or not, I decided not to. There was a problem though - there's fifteen school days left until exams and I didn't have my geography binder or science textbook to study, AND I had to hand in two projects and an assignment.

My daddy drove me to school so I could drop all those things off. The halls were so empty! Usually you have to push your way through my high school, but today barely anyone was there. And the classrooms were empty too. Everyone just ditched so they could walk around, and it's funny because the teachers didn't care at all.

When I got home I cleaned the driveway with my brother, which was aggravating. I swear, he thinks he knows everything and he can say whatever he wants to me. And he bosses me around about everything! I tried explaining that he's not my father, and he can't just yell at me whenever. It doesn't matter to him though. He can be such a jerk sometimes. Grrrrrr.

But there was a bright side! One of my neighbors are really old so they paid us to clean their driveway. We each made $10.

I'm in such a Christmas-ey mood that I'm listening to Christmas music right now. Rocking around the Christmas tree, have a happy holiday... I'm worried though - I still have Christmas shopping to finish. I need to buy my brother and four of my best friends presents. I'm in such a rush! Quick, give me ideas for my friends.]]> 1229725769 Fri, 19 Dec 2008 17:29:29 -0500 http://dreamingincolour.org/main.php?subaction=showfull&id=1226695148&archive= long time, no matter how great it would be.

I'm walking around the school hallways at lunch time with three of my friends. We're just laughing and joking around when I see him. He looks gorgeous which is no surprise, but my eyes are glued to him like always. He finally sees me, and asks me about my brother. I tell him my brother is sick so he's at home. The guy I like decides to start joking around with me. "Is he dead? Is he dead?"

At this point I'm completely absorbed into our five-sentence-conversation. He's so gorgeous and funny. People's faces blur beside me - I don't notice them. There's a garbage can oddly positioned in the middle of the hallway that I'm faintly aware of. Whatever. My friends kept pacing forward, so I turn backwards to still be able to talk to the guy I like. There's only me and him; nothing else is worth noticing.

There's a garbage can in the middle of the hallway.

Laughing at something he said, I feel myself trip over something and start falling backwards, hands reaching to grab me. And then I notice the garbage can.

THERE'S A GARBAGE CAN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY.
I AM FALLING.
I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY, FALLING.
I AM FALLING IN THE GARBAGE CAN WHICH IS SITUATED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAY.

The hands reaching for me grab onto my arms as my ass starts plummeting. As I speak I squeal a bit, surprised by the sudden rush of air. And the gorgeous boy who was just speaking to me cannot help but burst out laughing. At me.

So I've decided that it's time to write Cupid a complaint letter; maybe e-mail his manager. Here we go:
Dear Cupid,
You are a horrid little creature who should not have a license to possess a fucking bow and arrow. Please stop torturing me. One day you will pay for everything you've put me through for this boy. Go play in traffic.
Forever your most hateful client,
Sandy]]> 1226695148 Fri, 14 Nov 2008 15:39:08 -0500 http://dreamingincolour.org/main.php?subaction=showfull&id=1225409503&archive= stuck in my head and I'm so frustrated with him.

I would tell other people in my situation to do what makes them happy. But how the hell can I do that if I don't know WHAT will make me happy, except for him suddenly falling in great livke (like/love) with me. I'm so confused. I want to get over him because I have no chance with him, yet it just makes me so happy when he talks to me so at the same time I don't want to get over him.

In the rare occurrences that he talks to me, I feel like dancing and running around my school singing, "LALALALALALALALA! He just talked to me! LALALALALALALALA! BRB G2G PLAN OUR WEDDING!"

So why don't I have a chance? Because a) he's a junior, and I'm a freshman b) he's incredibly gorgeous and c) girls are all over him, so there's no possible chance he'll pick me.

We could be so perfect together. I can't post the details though, lmao. If someone from my school stumbled across my blog and I described him, it'd be easy to tell it's him. Then I'd spend the rest of my life hiding under my bed where all the other fellow monsters should go.

Oh my fucking gosh - I'm so cheesy. I should go play in traffic. Stupid girls always talking like this would normally piss me off. I would normally think that they shouldn't bother, since it's impossible to fall in love at my age. Now I really know that it's possible to fall into deep, deep like.

I'm driving myself crazy. Well, actually no. He's driving me crazy. But my stupid girly cheesiness IS definitely getting on my nerves when I stop and notice how moronic I'm being.

He makes me want to run headfirst into a wall. And at the same time he makes me feel like I'm in a land where there are unicorns and rainbows and butterflies and fairies and cupcakes and bunnies and sprinkles and bunny slippers and sparkles and diamonds when really I'm just in my school's hallway.]]> 1225409503 Thu, 30 Oct 2008 19:31:43 -0400 http://dreamingincolour.org/main.php?subaction=showfull&id=1224882690&archive= I got so much pathetic spam on recent blog posts about Viagra, that I just deleted all of my other posts. And what's worse is that they somehow deleted all my comments on other blogs. What desperate fools.

I'm sorry I disappeared for a while. I had no inspiration.

High school is still great for the most part. But drama is slowly finding its way to seep into my life. People don't seem to understand that I do not give a damn about who does what (or rather who does who). Honestly, if someone else wants to do something stupid that has nothing to do with me, why should it bother me?

But since I'm a freshman, I'm expected to care. And when I don't, all of a sudden I'm weird. I can't be bothered though, when I have mounds of other things to stress over, since I have no perspective.

I pierced my ears again! I did it myself, I didn't get them done professionally. See, I had them peirced when I was two, but they got infected so I let them close. Then in sixth grade I got them pierced again, but they started bleeding so I let them close again.

And then on Sunday night, I was bored and I saw a scar on my ear from earrings. I went downstairs, took a pair of earrings, and - VOILA! After stabbing through my ears (ouch), I've created two holes.

This has brought my friends to perceive me as a crazy person. When I told them, their expressions changed from a happy face to a "WHAT-THE-FUCK-HAVE-YOU-DONE-TO-YOURSELF?" face. It's kind of enjoyable, in a cynical way.

I've decided to let loose in my blogs. I'm going to get most things off my chest on here from now on. Screw what other people think.]]> 1224882690 Fri, 24 Oct 2008 17:11:30 -0400