Vignettes and lots of other homework.

• My preAP English teacher is making us read The House on Mango Street, and although it's an easy read, I have to say reading vignettes are confusing. Since they do not go in direct chronological order you pretty much open the book and get these random episodes of this girl's life. It's a good book, just weird. Of course, since we're reading vignettes, my teacher assigned a project in which we had to come up with 12-15 titles, and from those titles write 5 vignettes about our lives. We also have to come up with a book cover, and on the back we have to come up with an explanation to why our book cover looks like that. I'm pretty excited because I've always wanted to do a little mini book project. And plus, writing the vignettes are super easy.
• ACADEC competition is in January which means I have to cram a semester's worth of studying into christmas break. FUN. I'm looking forward to my brain oozing out of my ears.

My birthday is on the 15th, and instead of having a super awesome birthday I have to talk with Lawyers about money and whatnot. OH THE JOY.

This is why I LOVE lawyers. They make my birthday SO AWESOME. /end sarcasm.

I wish I knew someone named Bill

This song is pretty much the bomb dot com. I love the whole feel of this song, and it's not annoying like other "wedding" songs. I'm sorry, but I would be lying if I told you that I didn't want to stab my eyes out whenever I go to a wedding and hear these sappy songs over and over about crap like, "I'll love you till the end of time...."

Not that that statement is bad, but it's so completely hackneyed. UGH.

Now, this song about Bill, I'm listening to it on repeat that's how much I love it. Bill. Bill. I need to meet a Bill.

Spicy Day

Today was pretty surreal.

First I had this weird dream.... I was at a debate tournament, and I guess we were done for the day and we were leaving the building. I remember being pretty bummed because T's school wasn't able to make it for some odd reason.

Also, the building was weird. Instead of a school, it was this church decorated in deep rich colors like maroon and gold with wood paneling and the lights were iridescent, soft and very yellow.

As we were walking down this kind of narrow hallway to leave I see T walking in a line of people, and surprised, I say "Hey!" and kind of stray from the group telling them that I would catch up soon. I hear a threat from my new coach telling me that if I'm the last one in the bus, or if they're kept waiting for me that they're going to leave without me.

I take this into consideration, but brush it off and go see T. We smile, say hi, hug and I walk back with him to this giant auditorium. I don't really remember why he came there, I just remembered that he had to perform or something like that, and his parents were there. We talked, and hugged for a very long time. Like, A VERY LONG TIME. And then I realized that I had to run to the bus before my new coach left me here without a ride, so we reluctantly stopped hugging, and I run to the bus only to find out that they weren't going to leave me because they were still waiting for Mr. G, the theatre teacher who had to pee really bad.

And then I woke up. The weirdest thing though is the fact that when I woke up it didn't feel like a dream, but a memory. I remember details, faces, the whole bit. Weird.

Then later on at school during lunch this random girl with a nose ring comes to our table and asks my friend George for his number. This is usually normal because pretty much 70% of the girls at school have a thing for him, however his girlfriend happened to be sitting across from him. Nose ring girl starts rambling and then is like, "Well, you don't have to if you can't, I mean if you have a girlfriend or something---"

George's girlfriend Karina, in shock just sits there, and I look at nose ring girl and just point across the table at Karina as she says this, and she stops mid sentence and goes "Oh! Oops! My bad!" and runs away to her table, acting weird and embarrassed.

I'm probably going to get bad karma for laughing about her with my friends, but at the same time, I gotta give her made props for actually having the guts to just blatantly ask for his number. I know I could never just bluntly ask for a guy's number... heck I usually just wait for them to ask for mine.

Oh yeah, I know you guys probably hate the show Grey's Anatomy, but have you seen Dr.McSexyEyes?? He is gorgeous.Oh those eyes.