You'll never get me alive // 'Cause I'm still here (Kill All Your Friends - MCR)

Things I'm supposed to be doing right now:

1. Writing the two page report due tomorrow (not started yet)
2. Working on one of two yearbook pages due Friday that I can't work on again until Thurs.
   

I'm getting good at this procrastination thing. You're a terrible influence, William.

So, let's see. I went to a semiformal last night, and we all know how that went... A friend of mine who transferred last year slept over Friday night and we hung out Saturday, which was pretty cool. And then the dance itself. I can divide it into three parts. For the first hour or so, I sat around wondering when they would play some real music, periodically getting up to stand on the dance floor and sit back down. Thouroughly examined all the items in my purse. For the second hour, I was actually starting to get sort of angry, so I figured out how I would burn the school down. (The semi was in the gym. There were these candles and fake branches on the tables, so I could have lit a gum wrapper, lit the branches, lit someone's bag that had perfume in it, that would explode, the streamers and tablecloths would catch, and I could roast marshmellows and make smores.) And then they put some Aerosmith on, followed by a happy succession of Paramore, Fall Out Boy, and some pretty sick techno, and I was so relieved that I had something to listen to that I danced for the entire third hour. Since my idea of a dance would be some combination of a ballet/tap class and an intense mosh pit, I guess it was alright. Not fun, but I didn't kill myself, so that was good.

And *GASP!* someone actually asked me out! (First time since... I was thirteen. I'm way too popular for my own good. Which reminds to shout out to V: your words of wisdom are much appreciated. =) I'll enjoy shaking things up for another two and a half years, eh?) Kind of a funny story. So, on Friday night, someone calls the house, and my mom picks up. No one answers. Then the phone rings again, with the same results. Five more times. We let it ring, machine picks up, no message. Figured the moronic phones weren't working. My state has some minor technology issues, as you may have previously noticed. Don't get me started on the digital cable. So there's nothing after that, then I go to dance (class) in the morning... And when we come home, my dad's ranting about the same occurences, but wait! There's a message. Dad thought it was a girl, but no, it was a guy from my school... Who called again before my friend and I had much of a chance to do anything else. He asked if I would go to the semi with him (which was at this point, eight hours away). Told him I had plans to go with my friends (absolutely true). Sidenote: He is really nice, but I'm not even remotely attracted to him; common interests + chemistry = a resounding goose egg. During the semi two of his friends tried to get me to ask him to dance because he didn't have the guts to come to me. I didn't. But, contrary to popular belief, I'm not a complete jerk so my friends and I pulled him out on the floor for a few fast songs. I left shortly afterward. I think I got to sleep around 1:00, then I got up at 6:45 to go read at church. Did pretty well, so that made me happy.

Not looking forward to tomorrow, both because of the events at the dance and that I have to go to another stinking awards ceremony and I'm missing ballet and jazz. Which sucks. And then there's double theology first thing in the morning. But I'll live... I usually do =D I can't possibly die of boredom, anyways, I have way too much fun when there's nothing to do. I've really wanted to add onto TTM and the rest of the NLC for ages, maybe I'll finally get around to it. I was inspired by this Three Stooges episode I saw a while ago. Pretty awesome stuff. You'll love it. And there's a few notable birthdays coming up that we may just have to celebrate.

You know how what language you think in indicates your main language? Like, if someone grew up speaking both Spanish and English, they could see which was more dominant by figuring out what language their thoughts were in. Well, the other day, I had a thought in Latin o_O Our teacher asked us (rhetorically) if we were ready for the quiz we were about to take. The thought that popped through my head: semper (always). Minus the English translation. It was extremely cool in a creepy kind of way.

And that's pretty much it unless I think of something else to write =)

L