Drip, Drip, Goose

Ah, isn’t that better? Much more personal when your banner isn’t the pre-picked one.

About my sporadic postings…you see during the past, what has it been? A week? Two? I’ve opened up WordPress many times only to be distracted by MLIA. It’s one of my new favorites.

I have to admit. It just happened again. I left you guys for another website. Let me at least tell you that I won’t be offended if you do the same. Go! Read MLIA and laugh at all the Harry Potter references and Dino stories! It beats FML any day of the week.

Today it rained. I love the rain, the pattering, cool drops that fall from the heavens and land on my tongue, how much joy they bring! At my school you have to cross a parking lot to travel between two buildings, and between each passing period I stomped and splashed in puddles like the little girl I am.

By the time I rode the bus home that afternoon my feet were freezing, but I know that I would have regretted it later had I let these opportunities pass me by. I just need to get a decent pair of rain boots, so my Converse don’t have to sleep in the bathtub.

I hope it rains tomorrow. I’m expecting a fresh batch of library books, and that would just complete my ideal day. If there just so happens to be uncooked brownie batter with chocolate chips when I get home, all the better.

Short

No, this is not the in depth summary of Imogen’s album previously promised. This is another rambly junk thing.

We had a pep rally on Friday, and everyone who wasn’t a cheerleader was bored out of their skull, so I was working on algebra while my friend watched lazily.

“Hey, Kat.” She nudged me, “That boy looks like Draco Malfoy.”

“What!” My head snapped up, and homework was forgotten as we scanned the crowd for the rest of the cast from Hogwarts.  

I saw ’9′ on Friday too. I thought that was a bit disappointing; I was expecting a ‘Coraline’ kind of beauty, instead it felt very…rushed, and too full of action. Thirty minutes into the movie I thought it was over because the plot seemed to be resolved. The character designs were cute though. I liked Three and Four best. *Blinkblink*

There was more, but I’ve forgotten it. Ah, well. If I don’t give a proper blog entry soon start throwing bricks.

Twiddling my Thumbs

You know, the days just whizz by!

It seems I’m making a name for myself in high-school…unfortunatly that name is klutz. I fell down the bus steps on Friday and today I tripped over a cord and almost knocked a projector off of a table, luckily my math teacher has quick reflexes. Good for her.

While I love my Converse, they do not seem to help my coordination, not that I know any shoes that would. Wait! I lie! Does anyone remember those moon-walk shoes? I think those would help me greatly. I’ll get on that pronto.

One more school related anecdote, and then, I swear, we’re moving on.

Today was the first rehearsal of a new play I’m in, and my director is definitely someone I can take orders from. I had heard good things about her from my upperclassmen friends, but they all failed to mention her degree of awesomeness. She’s a Harry Potter fan!

When I walked in, slightly anxious, I had to sign in on a sheet, and what was hovering above it? Harry on a broomstick! I circle up for script-reading and she has a Ron blanket over her chair! I glance at her desk and a Hermione covered calendar is up on the wall!

My nerves have been appeased. I am in good hands.

I got the new Imogen Heap album. It may surprise you to learn that I do listen to other music besides Owl City, but Imogen happens to be another favorite. I got the deluxe version that has all the songs instrumental versions. I haven’t listened to the CD enough times to say anything definitive about favorites, but the two I’ve had on repeat are “The Fire” and “Canvas”.

I’ll write something more conclusive about that on a later date. Sorry, but this has basically been a catch-up entry; I’m actually not too happy with it, but whatcha gonna do?

‘Till next time!

Chatting Tales

I was walking today in the high-school highways, making my way to the buses, when I overheard this conversation:

Boy 1: I saw a girl today who had on blue pants, but on the butt it said ‘pink’. I think that was the best part of my day.

Boy 2: Contradictory pants were the best part of your day?

Boy 1: Yup.

Your story was the best part of my day, Boy 1.

I admit it, I’m an eavesdropper. I justify myself by say that if you don’t know the people it’s okay. I can’t help myself! While sometimes you hear really mundane things like ‘I forgot my homework.’ or ’Did you get my text?’ there are other times when conversations are unusual. I’ve heard a guy talking about how he bought out all the whoopee cushions in a store. People have such interesting stories, call me nosy, but I love hearing them. 

That’s the basis for the speech class I’m in, telling stories. That soundsreally nice, but I’m the only freshman in there and all the upperclassmen’s stories make me feel uncomfortable. The conversations usually end up going this way:

Me: So, what did you do this weekend?

Senior: Illegal stuff. I can’t tell you with the teacher right there.

They’re not kidding either. It makes me feel like a kindergartner, I mean, this weekend my friend invited me over to come eat some (yummy) handmade cake she made. Hardly a drunken party.

I wouldn’t want to change by any means. I’ll take frosting over hangovers, contradictory pants over illegal tales, any day of the week, and everyday when I escape to my lunch table I’m infinitely glad that I have the kind of friends I have.

Anywho, I’m sorry that I don’t update regularly; days seem to fly by without my noticing, so I’ll work on that. Pinky promise!

The First Day of Four Years

With the first day of high-school came the first day of riding a bus.

I’m not going to lie, when I was out there this morning, rubbing the sleep from my bleary eyes, the morning still dark, the streets lights still on, and this big bus came whooshing past me, my first thought was” “Whoa, it feels like I’m getting on the Knight Bus.” Sadly, this remark was proved ridiculous immediately; instead of meeting dizzy wizards when I went inside, I met teenage boys who swore when they saw me sitting in ‘their’ seat. I thought about offering to move, but then they dropped the f-word a few times, pulled out their cell phones to text, and forgot all about my apparent thievery. 

The day improved from there; no errors in my schedule, a couple of cool teachers, and at least one friend in each class. Plus I got strawberry Jello for lunch. I know people who would tell me I’d throw up if I found out what’s actually in Jello, but I don’t care;  just let me eat it in ignorant bliss. In my opinion, strawberry Jello can make a lunch.

The most disturbing thing about the whole thing is how easily I slid back into school life. Not once today when sitting in a desk, schoolbag beside me, did I think, “This is weird.” it all came so naturally back. This isn’t really a bad thing, but it caught me off guard more than anything else. I mean shouldn’t there be some kind of first day jitters?

Now my lovelies, I must get off the computer, for the bus picks up rather early. I expect most of you are back at school, (I expect most of you are in school) so tell me something interesting about your first day, ‘kay? Please? I love hearing from all of you!

School Babble

My new school year is going to be starting soon, and while all my friends are talking about their different feelings on the subject, I’m finding that, well, I just don’t feel anything.

Call it blissful ignorance, call it stupidity, whatever it is my brain just hasn’t grasped the fact that, in just a week, my life will be back on a bedtime. I always seem to have delayed reactions though, so it’s nothing new, but you’d think after having my freshman orientation I’d feel some sort of joyful dread. (Hehe, I love oxymoron’s!)

My first year of highschool! Imagine!

My mom bought me three ‘school spirit’ shirts because the lady selling them tricked her.

“Oh, yes! Every Friday our students have to wear these shirts to show their school pride. Yup, no choice.”

In fact, you can wear whatever you want on Fridays, but my poor mother got conned, so now I have three new shirts that I will probably only wear as night shirts. I also have a school towel. Ummm, what? A towel? I don’t understand it either.

Despite all that, I do like the school. It’s nice on all accounts, teachers, extracurricular, friends. I can’t complain, maybe I should start participating in pep ralleys.

…Then again, maybe not.

I will say that I’m leading the cheering squad regarding school supplies. New composition notebooks are a beautiful sight, and this year I have some that remind me of ‘Alice and Wonderland’. I get a new school bag too. Not a backpack, but a sort of messenger bag.

I can’t deal with backpacks; it goes back to when I was little and I would knock entire binders off of peoples desks when I turned around. I tried the rolling kind and I only succedded in tripping people. No kidding; I’ve had enough of all that.

You know, I was sort of afraid of telling you my age, not because of the standard reason, which would be because I’m afraid of getting stalked/abducted, but because I was scared that you would regard these blogs differently. I’ve banished that notion! I should not be ashamed of my age!

That and I just can’t keep secrets from you guys.

Hook, Line, Sinker

The time has come! The time where I am able to hold the new Owl City album in hands and let its’ sweet music around me.

Where all others had failed, (Target, Barnes and Noble, Borders) Hot Topic succeeded. Not only was I able to buy the CD, but I also bought the band t-shirt. Yes, they saw me coming, hook, line, and sinker, but I don’t care! I have it, and right now it is on a constant loop in my boom box.

I have to say that so far my favorites are (besides the obvious, i.e. Fireflies, Hello Seattle, and Saltwater Room) Umbrella Beach and Meteor Shower. I can’t say why, they just are. The whole CD is very good though! I recommend it to anyone who enjoys being happy.

Enough fangirling, in other news today when I was at rehearsal for the play I’m in I was talking to our youngest cast memeber (she’s only eight) and she said the cutest thing.

We had been sitting in the audience, waiting for the tech booth to get the lights all sorted out and she was introducing me to her stuffed dog, Twinkles.

“He doesn’t lick a lot. He doesn’t like germs. You have to use hansatizer.” She told me, in all seriousness.

“Ah, yes.” I said, barely repressing the urge to squeel and giggle at her word.

Hansatizer! She just combined the previously conjunctioned hand sanitizer and made it into a cute little eight year old word. Maybe I shouldn’t be promoting this kind of language disrespect, but it was so CUTE!

It’s moments like this that make me long for a little sister. Brushing their hair, reading them bed-time stories, giving them piggyback rides, all of it sounds like such fun!

‘Course if I actually had a sibling I’m sure I’d be more annoyed than thrilled. Or at least that’s what my friends say.

Owl City and hansatizer! Just another day of epic awesomeness!

Open Doors

I went to three different stores today to try and purchase the newest ‘Owl City’ CD. Alas my quest failed. At each place they told me that it wasn’t in the store; one lady even told me it had been discontinued. Discontinued! How can that be? Why, it only came out eight days ago!

Oh, well, I’ll just have to persevere and make the store count, four, five! Whatever it takes to get my hand on that album. I could just get the digital copy, but it’s not the same. I’m sure some of you can attest to this.

On my way into one of the stores, I held the door open for these two teenage boys. It’s something I always do, if there’s someone behind who will reach the door in less than a minute you should hold it open. That’s my motto (not really, but I do believe it).

They were slightly surprised, but said ‘thank you’ and held open the second set of  doors for me. I returned the thank you and they smiled at me, then I began making my way to the music section of the store, but over my shoulder I heard them talking.

“It’s the sunglasses, man! They’re just too cool.”

The other responded, “Yeah, right.” They both laughed.

I just walked faster, cheeks flushing. Boys. What strange creatures.

The Story of a Roadtrip

So now I’m back at home, digging into a jar of peanut butter with an especially long spoon. I don’t know how to define this, this wonderful fullness. I spend so many nights listening to sad songs and nibbling on Hershey’s chocolate, and it strikes me that sometimes that’s just the way it is, but that doesn’t make it good.

This is good; this is so nice.

The road trip was fun, if short. About ten hours of driving total and we only stayed the one night, but that was enough, I think. My friend was ecstatically flattered that we would come and visit her when she was coming home just a day after we would leave (today!).

Thank you all for your kind comments regarding her. Moriah is doing wonderfully, though she tires easily and now craves Jello consistintly. She’s grown two and a half inches because of the operation, a fact that she loves gloating about; she was tired of being the shortest.

While we were in the car we had the iPod on a perpetual shuffle. The thing was never off. We (My friend Emily and I) also attempted to complete a crossword. Attempted is certainly the key word there. I took a picture of it to post, but it came out too shaky, so instead I will just have to give you an example of the kind of answers we put down.

The clue: Feature of a penthouse

Our answer: Doors

xD Clearly this was not the right answer, but the only real answer we were confident was raccoon, and the clue was so painfully obvious that we should have been slapped over the head with dictionaries had we not gotten it.

I mean really: A masked critter

What else could that be?

Once we became completely stumped and no longer felt like making up words to put in, we put a ‘Q’ in every blank box.

It may have been immature and crossword scholars would be aghast, but we found it hilarious and giggled the whole while.

The morning if our departure Moriah was feeling pretty exhausted so instead of trying anything too adventurous we just stayed in the hotel room and watched some cartoons all together. ‘Veggie Tales’ came on! Yes, the formerly Christian show about a cucumber and a tomato.

In the episode we watched Larry (the cucumber, for those who don’t know) was Sherlock Holmes and Bob (the tomato) was Dr. Watson.  They were solving the mystery of who stole the golden ruler. The whole episode was a giant pun because the moral they were trying to get across was treat others as you would like to be treated, also known as the golden rule. Eh?

Anyway my favorite part was probably when they figured out who the criminal was based on his footprints, or rather, as they referred to it, his ‘pea- prints’. Yes, you guessed it; the thief was a french undercover pea spy who was posing as a British guard. Just take a moment to fully absorb that.

On that note, I bid you sweet dreams and happy returns.

Prelude to a Trip

I just came back from watching a play at one of our local theatres. Shakespeare’s”Much Ado About Nothing” was the title of the before mentioned play, and I have to say (rhyme!) that it is, so far, my favorite of Shakespeare’s work. This isn’t saying much considering I’ve only seen/read four of his plays, but still.

Moriahs been calling me from her hospital room everyday and occasionally I’ll talk to her Dad for a few minutes while she deals with a nurse. This is a smooth transition paragraph because every time I talk to her Dad he tries to convince me that Shakespeare is a fraud. Don’t ask me why, but I can hear him get out his laptop and read to me from articles that further prove his point. I’m not sure I believe him, but it is interesting.

We’re hitting the road early tomorrow. What I thought was a four hour drive was actually a six hour drive, whoops! Some people might not consider 9 o’clock early, but considering that it’s already one in the morning and I have yet to log off my WordPress account, let alone go to sleep might explain why I find this time schedule daunting.

It’ll all be worth it though. I’ve got my duffel packed and her present (an Anderson Cooper DVD, she loves the guy) all wrapped. I’m ready to go!

I think I’ll start the morning off tomorrow by eating some chocolate toast. Doesn’t that sound yummy? It’ll set a nice tone for the day and it’ll please my tongue.

Life can’t get any better than this.