Wow, it's been SO LONG since I posted on here! I'm sorry, guys. Forgive me? Anyway, I got into a play! It's Peter Pan, and I'm one of the pirates! Arr! It's so fawesome being in a play. We've been performing for a couple of weeks now. The last performance is on Sunday. I can't believe this is almost over! It's always really sad when a play ends, because you know that you're never, ever going to see all of the people in the play together in another production again. It sucks.

Tonight practically everyone screwed up. The Darling kids weren't flown right, this one guy's wig fell off, people messed up during the set changes, all of that good stuff. I swear, someone must have said the name of the Scottish play or something, because it was like we were under a curse.

But the audience tonight was the best EVER! They laughed a lot and clapped along to the music and stuff. It was so amazing. During the part where Hook's poisoned Peter Pan's medicine and he's about to take his medicine and Tink's telling him not to drink it, some random kid from the audience shouted, "Yeah, take it!" God, why would someone want Peter Pan to die? It was ridiculously funny. Like I said, best audience EVER.

Plus I came out to this girl while we were sitting backstage. She and this guy were talking about the Day of Silence and how gay people rock and I just blurted out during one of the songs, "I'm gay." She said that was cool and gave me a high five. She's so fawesome!

She was talking about how she did the Day of Silence and how it made her realize how gay people feel. She said that she can't imagine being silent all of the time and not talking about this one part of your life, ever. It's so cool to see a straight person who actually gets it! She's so awesome.

My equally awesome friend H did the Day of Silence today too. I love her so much. Seriously. I mean, come on, how many middle schoolers do you know who actually participate in the Day of Silence? It's so great how she doesn't care about what anyone thinks about her.

I wanted to do the Day of Silence, but I forgot about it until yesterday. Plus I was afraid that someone would make fun of me for defending gay people. Practically everyone at my school thinks I'm gay, and I was so afraid of people harassing me like they did when the rumors first started. I feel like such a wimp.

Oh well. Maybe next year. Besides, I can't imagine not talking for an entire school day. I'm such a chatterbox when I'm with my friends. ^_^

But H was able to do it perfectly fine... Ugh, I wish I could be more like her. Why should I be afraid of what the people at my school think about me, anyway? They're idiots.

I'm gonna go work on my homework. I couldn't do it before now because I had a performance tonight. Plus you guys are awesome, so I wanted to talk to you again. :) Yeah. So, bye!

Yeah. And my chest aches. And I miss him. I feel weird and numb. It's so weird, having to adjust to the fact that someone's just...not there. Y'know? I started to talk to myself a little today while I was in my room, and whenever I did that before yesterday, I'd feel weird and shy whenever my cat was in the room, because he'd look at me in this cynical way like, "What the heck are you talking about?" Well, today when I did it, I started to feel self-conscious, and then I rememered that he wasn't there to hear me, anyway. And then I got depressed again.

My mom gave me a day off from school because of him. And I've just been sitting in my room all day, trying to focus on this homework assignment for social studies that was due today, but that I sort of got a reprieve on because I stayed home today. And it's not even close to being done, so I guess I should feel grateful that I got another day, but all I can do is hate the stupid assignment.

And I feel hurt. And numb. Yes, you can feel hurt and numb simultaneously.

Excuse me while I go and cry now.

It's been so long since I've been on here! Gah! I have to catch up on all the gayness I missed! >.<

I seem to have recently acquired *gasps* A LIFE!!! And it's really, really weird. On Mondays and Wednesdays after school I have karate. On Thursdays after school I have meetings for my school's e-zine that just got started up. (Yay, a lit mag! I can actually write and have my stuff published online! W00t! I actually got in! YAY! :D) And on Saturdays, my day is entirely filled up with theatre stuff. I spend the day being a teacher assistant for a class and rehearsing for this play I'm in. It's called Wind of A Thousand Tales. It's a really obscure play that you've probably never even heard of before, but it's still awesome. And there are Peter Pan auditions in a few months, and I'm going to go to them. I want to play Peter Pan himself. That would be so awesome! My first ever lead! *is starry eyed* I've been in small plays practically every year ever since I was seven years old, but I've never gotten a lead before. God, I want that part.

And I'm participating in National Novel Writing Month. See, apparently November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo for short), and there's this whole national event where you have to write 50000 words during November. (That's over 100 pages.) I suck. I only have a little over 10000 words so far. Heh heh. *sweatdrop* If you wanna know more, you can check out the NaNoWriMo website.

And guess whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?? I GOT TO SEE RENT LIVE!! NEENER NEENER NEENER! :P You're all sooooo jealous, aren't you? :P:P:P:P:P:P:P The cast certainly wasn't as good as the original Broadway cast, but STILL! The girl who played Mimi was really good. I reeeeally didn't like the guy who played Collins, though. He was so out of it! When he was singing the reprise of I'll Cover You after Angel died, he didn't sound sad at all! He was just up there on the stage and singing. BOOOOOOOORING! Come on, man! Your lover just died! Show us some emotion here! And during the part in the song Rent where he had just gotten mugged, he didn't sound hurt at all. He was just up there and singing. It was so hard to think of this guy as Collins. He didn't really get into the character. Plus, he had long hair, these long dreads. I know that he should be able to interpret the character his own way and everything, but I've got the original guy who played Collins stuck in my head, and it's hard to imagine anyone with long hair playing the part.

The girl who played Maureen was really cute. At least, I thought so, but only because I absolutely love androgynous girls. :D She had short, brown hair and had these intentionally torn-up, patched-up clothes. While I can definitely see Maureen dressing like that, and she did play her part really well, she didn't really look the part. See, Maureen's supposed to be this really hot chick that guys and girls alike are supposed to be climbing all over each other in order to ask out, and she really wasn't that sexy. She was just cute to people like me who love androgynous chicks.

But when the guy who was Roger sang the song One Song Glory, it was PERFECT. And the guy who played Mark was awesome. Mark is just an awesome character, period. :D All of the people in the play could have used some improvement at some point, but overall it was a great experience. WHEEEEE! :D

And I saw my school musical, too. It's called Into the Woods. They only did the first act of the play, because, according to our music teacher (who directed the whole thing), "the second act was too racy." And it was cool. It's so weird seeing your classmates in a play! There were some people in the musical who I didn't even know could sing or act! This one girl who I don't know very well, except for the fact that she's kind of a chatterbox, has an absolutely beautiful singing voice! And there were a few people from my choir who were in it, too. I wanted to audition for the play, but my mom has had some trouble with transportating my siblings and I back and forth from extracurricular activities lately (who can blame her when she has six kids?) and I thought that even if I did get in, it would just be a hassle for my parents, since I'd have to stay after school four days out of the week for rehearsals. So I didn't even bother. Yeah, I suck. I really should have tried. There was this one guy in the play who was Cinderella's Prince, and he was totally out of it. He didn't get into his part at all, like the Collins guy mentioned above. I could've totally been a better prince than that. :P

Aaaaaand...I should probably get to bed now. Bye-bye, Oasisans! Welcome me back with lots of lovely comments! ^_^

...with a pen!! :D

I am in love with this pen my friend has. It has such a thin point and is really great at detail while sketching. (I sketch sometimes.) And SHE LET ME HAVE IT!! She told me to take it, and I said no, she should keep it, but she insisted. Now I wonder what the heck I was thinking when I said no. Was I insane?? This pen is sooooooo lovely. :D

Oh, and there's this guy who sits next to me in language arts who plays guitar, and he showed me how to play the song "Smells Like Teen Spirit" by Nirvana. I looooooove that song. He wrote down the notes for me randomly, without me asking! Now I need to practice that song.

Wow, people seem to be randomly doing me favors today. I like. :D

And I'm drawing a weird little comic for me and my friends H and C. It's mostly got inside jokes and references to our little quirks and stuff. We three are the main I'm drawing it manga-style, so that's fun. ^_^ Well, actually, I'm drawing our heads manga-style. Our bodies are stick figures. Doesn't that just sound AWESOME? :p

Yaaaah...I'm feeling pretty good. Well, except my sister is being stupid and hormonal, but she's always stupid and hormonal, so that's nothing new. -_____-

And I can't find my USB cable for my mp3 player. And I really need to find it, because otherwise I can't send Gaynow/Maianess a guitar part I wrote for a song. And I'm tired. (TGIF, baby! Yay for sleeping in!) And...yeah.

But I'm feeling pretty good. Really. X_X

And today when my grade had a free period outside, I talked with this friend of mine who I don't see that much because we don't have any classes together, but who is completely awesome. ^.^ She is completely awesome. And she's pretty. And she's funny and confident and slightly crazy. Today during the free period, she lied down in the grass, and when she got up there was this vine/extremely long strand of grass/whatevertheheckitwas-thing stuck in her hair. This slightly unhinged girl who she hangs out with told her she had a vine in her hair and pulled it out, and she said, "I know. It's my special vine. See?" And she took back the vine and put it back on her head and started walking like it was some kind of crown. She had this adorable smile on her face. SHE IS SO CUTE! :D I realized today: she is, like, my perfect crush. She has all of the qualities I like in a girl: confidence, kindness, intelligence, zanyness, pretty-ness, and she's a good friend. OMG SO CUTE!!!111! (Yeah, those ones were intentional. Why?)

She and I are cousins, only not really. See, there's this really, really gross ritual that people used to do. They'd each slice open their arm or some other part of their bodies so that they bled, then they'd press the bleeding body parts together and say, "We are now officially family, because our blood has been combined," or something like that. Well, we did something like that, only all we did was draw a line on each of our arms with a red magic marker, and we pressed our arms together. Now we are officially cousins. :D I know it doesn't really make sense, but it's funny. To us, at least.

She is so cute. :D

Ummmmm...I think I'm done rambling on now. Bye-bye.

(Ramble on/Sing my song... [If you can guess what songs those lyrics came from without cheating, I will officially consider you awesome. Those lyrics are from a song by one of the BEST BANDS EVER.])

Okay, now that I'm done quoting Star Wars, I really, really want your attention, ladies and gentlemen and everyone in between, because I need advice, badly.

Okay, there's this girl at school. I've wrote about her before on here. You may remember the chick whose butt I have been ogling I mentioned in a previous journal entry. Yeah, that's her. Anyway...how do I put this? Oh, yeah: she hangs out with these JERKS. They're not just jerks to me, they're jerks to her. They regularly tease her, sexually harass her, take her stuff while she's looking, and basically do a bunch of crap that I myself would NEVER put up with. Whenever they do this, she says "Stooooop," in this really high, whiny voice. And then they keep on doing it.

Yesterday, while I was sitting by myself behind this girl and one of the guys who regularly harass her, I saw the guy start slipping his fingers into her pants. She did her whiny "stop" again, and he actually did stop for once, but still! Why does she hang out with these guys who blatantly disrespect her?? She is an incredibly hot, intelligent, and nice girl! She deserves a whole lot more than this! Another time I told her I liked her top while these guys were near us, and one of them said, "I don't like it." Another said, "Yeah, it's bad. Take it off," and they both grinned. Horny bastards.

She seems to have incredibly low self esteem. Whenever I give her a compliment, I swear, her face glows. She makes this grateful little smile at me, and although she doesn't really say much about it, I can tell from the look on her face that she loves the compliment. One time I walked past her desk and almost tripped over her books, which were on the floor. I kind of scattered them around. I turned around and said "Sorry about that." I was surprised when she gave me one of those glowing looks. It was like people didn't apologize for tripping over her stuff often. And when I told her that I liked her top, she was wearing a jacket over it. But after I said that, she took off the jacket and sort of smoothed out the shirt and primped herself a little, like she was showing off.

What is she doing hanging out with these guys? My friend H knows her, because her mother is a biology professor at the same college her mom teaches at. Her mom's a freaking college professor!! Why is she hanging with these guys? The guys are what I call "wannabe gangstas." They listen to rap, dress in clothes with pictures of money, bling, and rap stars on them, and have atrocious grades. This girl is smart, though. She's in an advanced math class, and I noticed that she's tutoring another girl in science. How can she hang around these complete losers?? It's not like she seems to be much like them.

Tell me: is there anything I can do? Is there anything I should do? I want to tell a teacher, but I'm afraid of them only getting sent to ISS (in school suspension) for a few days or a week and then coming right back and bugging her again. I'm thinking about giving her a note asking her why she hangs out with these guys, just to give her something to think about. I've already wrote one, actually. Here it is:

[insert her name here], why do you hang out with guys like [name of a guy who treats her like crap], [another guy who treats her like crap], and [another guy who treats her like crap]? They push you, tease you, and tell you to take your top off. They don't respect you at all.

-T [my first initial]

Should I give her the note? Or should I do what my friend H says I should do, and tell a guidance counselor about this? (She says that I should do that because then the counselor can't mention my name if he/she decides to do something about it. But I'm still worried about what those guys would do if I did that. Would they harass her even worse than before once they got out of ISS? I'm not remaining anonymous while she gets bullied by these guys. My conscience would beat me bloody if I did.) Or is there some other solution you guys have that I haven't thought of? Or is this any of my business, and should I butt in or not?

PLEASE help. Any input will do. I'm sick of being a g.d. bystander while someone else is being harassed. Thanks.

See, a few days ago my mom asked me if I could help out at the book fair at my siblings' elementary school. (My school has a year-round calendar, and I'm on break right now, so I'm available.) She looked really flustered and stressed. Apparently, they need someone to dress in a giant Curious George suit on Tuesday (AKA tomorrow). Why? Beats me. Entertainment for the little munchkins, maybe? Anyways, she looked really, really flustered, and she's been so stressed lately, what with having six kids to take care of, so yeah, I said I'd do it. Tomorrow I'm going to be dressed in a giant monkey suit.

My oldest younger sister keeps teasing me about it. Wow, that made no sense, did it? Okay, I have two younger sisters (or three, if you count my little cousin who just joined the family). I am the oldest kid in my family. My younger sister who is the oldest of my younger sisters keeps teasing me about the giant monkey suit thing. So she's the second oldest of all the kids. Does that make sense now? Oy, it's weird describing all of these siblings (and cousins).

The two cousins who just moved in are pretty nice. They're not that bad, really. I'll call them C and K on here. C is a four-year-old boy and K is a six-year-old girl. C is small, bouncy, and hyper and has absolutely gorgeous brown eyes. K is tall and blonde and likes me. A lot. She loves to hug me, and she tells me "You're funny," and "You're pretty," a lot of the time. It's really flattering, actually. I do silly stuff in front of her and she laughs. They're both going to school now.

For a while now I've been trying to get my younger siblings into Disney movies. (My two younger siblings who are four and six years old, like K and C, not my oldest younger sister, who's twelve.) See, I practically grew up watching animated Disney musicals. Aladdin, Tarzan, Sleeping Beauty, Snow White, Hercules, Cinderella, you name it. But for the longest time, the kids never watched them at all. They watched newer cartoons, which SUCKED, because Disney cartoons rock! Yes, they have dumb little princesses in them who never, ever seem to be capable of rescuing themselves from predicaments, and I really hate that. But a lot of them are really fun movies to watch. There are these really funny physical actions that go on in them. In the movie Hercules, Hades has blue flames burning on his head instead of hair (and weirdly, they don't even hurt him). Near the end of the movie, Hercules' horse Pegasus blows out his hair, like this: *whoosh* It's funny! It doesn't sound nearly as funny when I describe it as when it does when you actually see it, though.

Yesterday I watched part of the movie Sleeping Beauty with C (he actually wanted to watch it!) before he got bored with it and asked if we could watch Hercules instead, and somebody actually GETS DRUNK in that movie! There is a drunk person in a Disney movie! No lie! King Stefan and King Hubert are drinking scotch to celebrate the return of Princess Aurora from the cottage in the woods, and the servant who brought in the tray the bottle was on kept on sneaking sips from the bottle when they weren't looking. The kings started singing and dancing, and the servant brought out an acoustic-guitar-thingy to play while they did so. The servant was looking really loopy. His tongue was sticking out and his eyes were sort of rolling around. Then one of the strings on the guitar broke. Then King Hubert spills a lot of the scotch and the servant guy catches it in the hole in the guitar and starts drinking out of it. Then he falls under the table and passes out.

Wow, I had completely forgotten about that part. It was flipping hilarious!

My four young siblings/cousins love the movie Hercules now. I watched it with them yesterday, and they thought it was flipping awesome, which rocks. Long live Disney! :p

Yesterday I got volumes 2, 3, and 4 of Death Note from the library, and I've finished them all already. ^_^ I love this series. God, I swear, Light is starting to get so EVIL and mentally unstable. He's scaring me... o.o

And I found this really, really great parody comic of Death Note. It actually makes a pretty good point...

Aaaaand...I was sick on Friday, but I'm better now. I still have this really weird cough, though. And I'm procrastinating on a homework assignment, and I'd better get to that now, because I completely forgot about it yesterday. I was too distracted by the awesomeness of Death Note. And my fingers on my left hand hurt a lot, because I've been playing guitar a lot lately and they're sore. I think I'm starting to get some callouses, which rocks. My left fingertips are a lot rougher than they used to be, anyway.

Wow, what a random journal entry. O.o

When I was standing outside the math classroom today, waiting to be let in, this girl in front of me, whose butt I have been ogling for the past few weeks, leaned down to grab her stuff, which she had put down on the floor. When she did this, her butt brushed up against my thigh. Wow, I actually got to touch that butt...even if it wasn't with my hands. *drools* To the gay guys on here: I am truly, truly sorry for grossing you out with my description of chick butt. :D I am so weird.

Yeah, there are a few hot girls in my grade this year, which is really, really nice. I love having eye candy. Who doesn't? There's this tall, blonde, full-bodied girl in my grade who's of Russian descent with these amazing blue eyes. She is so gorgeous. I barely know her, but man oh man, is she hot. I actually came out to her in sixth grade one time. We were talking on the track with this other girl, and she asked me if I had a crush on anyone, and I (very hesistantly) told her that I liked girls. The other girl asked me how I "turned gay." >.< After that confession, we kind of stopped speaking. I don't know why, really.

But enough about that. Let's talk about more HOTTIES! :D School may be pretty mediocre for the most part, but seeing gorgeous girls really brightens up my day.

Okay, enough being hormonal. I have this thing I'd really like advice about, or at least reassurance (because it's hard to give advice about this sort of thing). I wrote about it in a past journal entry, but no one responded to that part of it. (I guess I'm not surprised. The entry was really long.) I'm going to copy and paste what I wrote in there here, because I don't want to type it up again.

I am the oldest of four kids, and my family has two dogs and five cats. (My mom's friend found three stray kittens and their mother in her backyard, and we sort of adopted them. I also had one cat before we got them.) My parents are thinking about getting two more kids. See, my dad's half-sister (would that make her my half-aunt?) has two kids, and they're going to be taken by the state soon. She's asked my parents if they can take care of her children. It's crazy! There are six people, including my parents, and seven animals in the house already! How can we take two more? Yeah, we have a big house. (It has to be, considering everything.) But we'll have to work in order to find space for two more people.

My parents are still considering things, but it's still a really, really scary thought. Aaaaaaah! Help me!

That was a little while ago. Now I know that, if my aunt is found guilty of her charges (for endangerment to a child) then her kids, a boy and a girl, are going to come to live with us next Wednesday. My parents think it's highly likely she'll be found guilty. Hopefully, this whole thing will only last for a couple of years (or so they say), and then my aunt will get her life back together and be considered fit to raise these kids. However, they say that that's not very likely to happen, and that this could be a lifelong deal for us.

My three younger siblings are excited. They love the idea of having two more kids to play with. Me? I know it's going to be freaking crazy. SIX KIDS IN THE HOUSE?? SIX KIDS?? Two of which have been raised by an unfit parent and are probably going to be missing their mom like crazy? Plus, the boy has Asperger's Syndrome. I don't know much about it, but I do know that it's compared with autism, and involves being emotionally and socially disabled, not to mention being physically clumsy. I want to be supportive of this kid, but it's probably going to be weird living with him.

Is my home life going to turn into my username? I hope not, but it probably will. I've been depressed lately, which isn't exactly enjoyable. I suffer from clinical depression, but I take my meds every day, so this is probably the result of what's been happening lately. Oy.

I need to go play guitar or exercise or something. Or do homework. ANYTHING to take my mind off of this!

Ugh, I can't believe this is actually happening.

Exactly what the title said. My Def Leppard, Styx, and Foreigner concert got rained out. Gaaaaah! A freaking tropical depression flew over the stadium! It was hailing! And I was outside at the time! I got freaking hailed on! My mom, dad, sister, and I were soaked.

Now the concert's been postponed. I can understand that. I mean, the stage got all rained on. How are you supposed to play electric guitar when it's so wet? You'd get electrocuted. But I'm still freaking P.O.ed! *chants* I want music! I want music!

I didn't get to skip school on Wednesday, which is why I haven't really been on here the past couple of days. I've been busy with school. Stupid homework. >.<

And the concert's been rescheduled for Monday, so now I just have to wait a few more days. -_- I'll get to miss school on Tuesday, since the concert'll last until about 11 or 12, and since I wake up at 5:30 every morning to go to school, it wouldn't be wise of me to go. Yay for concerts!

Hey. You all remember the last journal entry I made, where I said I'm going to a Def Leppard/Styx/Foreigner concert on Wednesday? I'm sure you do. Well, I got things mixed up. It turns out the concert is TONIGHT, not tomorrow!! W00t! And since I'll be staying up really late, I'm staying home from school tomorrow, because I need my beauty rest. Yay!

Right now, I'm going to make a really long "mental dump" of sorts. I'm going to make a really long journal entry where I blab on and on about everything that's been on my mind lately, and after that dump I can go to the concert feeling refreshed. :D So if you're not interested, leave now.

I am the oldest of four kids, and my family has two dogs and five cats. (My mom's friend found three stray kittens and their mother in her backyard, and we sort of adopted them. I also had one cat before we got them.) My parents are thinking about getting two more kids. See, my dad's half-sister (would that make her my half-aunt?) has two kids, and they're going to be taken by the state soon. She's asked my parents if they can take care of her children. It's crazy! There are six people, including my parents, and seven animals in the house already! How can we take two more? Yeah, we have a big house. (It has to be, considering everything.) But we'll have to work in order to find space for two more people.

My parents are still considering things, but it's still a really, really scary thought. Aaaaaaah! Help me!

I'm sure everyone remembers the whole shaving debacle that transpired a week or so ago. Well, a few days after my mom let me choose whether or not to shave my legs, I decided to try and shave my calves. After I did it, I didn't really...feel anything. I don't really understand what I expected to feel. I guess whenever I shaved in the past, afterwards I would always feel really good. I felt beautiful, like I was really pretty, and I would run my hands across my legs and feel how smooth they were. I felt refreshed. But now that I don't think I need to shave in order to look pretty, I didn't really feel anything after shaving. All I thought was, "Okay, so the hair's off. So what?"

I was wearing shorts today, and my dad noticed that I had shaved my calves while he was trying to tickle me. He was happy. "Oh, Mom, come look. She's shaved her legs." He sounded proud or something. Then he started to tickle me again. I hate it when he does that. I know he does it as a sign of affection and that I used to really like it and think it was fun when I was little, but now whenever he does it, I think, "Dude, leave me alone. I'm trying to read." It's weird.

I went to Target with my family last weekend. (No, not with any of the animals. You people have wild imaginations. :D) I had extra cash, and I got a Pat Benatar and Def Leppard CD. I also got a DVD of the movie Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure. That movie is totally radical, dude! :P And it was only about six dollars, too! Sweet. When my mom looked at my CD choices, she said, "Wow...I approve. Not that it matters, but I approve." It's weird whenever an adult realizes I like the same music as they do. I wore one of my AC/DC shirts today, (I have two, plus a hoodie. Yes, I'm obsessed.) and my language arts teacher noticed after school. This is what happened:

Teacher: Oh, nice, an AC/DC shirt!
Me: Yeah.
Teacher: Do you listen to their music?
Me: Yeah. (Why else would I wear a shirt with their name on it? But then again, one of the more preppier girls I know has a Pink Floyd: Dark Side of the Moon T-shirt, and she's probably never listened to the actual CD.)
Teacher: Awesome! You rock!
Me: ...thanks.
Teacher: All right, see ya tomorrow!
Me: [pauses for a moment] See ya. [thinks: "But I'm not gonna be here tomorrow, because I'm going to a freaking DEF LEPPARD CONCERT!!"] [mentally does a little jig]

I don't understand why kids my age like to listen to people like Fergie and Beyonce and Avril Lavigne. I just hate how their music sounds. It's just not my thing. I don't like these genres: rap, country, hip-hop, R&B, and pop. Sure, I'll listen to a few artists in those genres. I like a few of the Black-Eyed Peas' songs and Kelly Clarkson. Plus I like the band Saving Jane, and they're supposed to be pop. (They sound more rock-ish to me, but whatever.) Considering those five genres are mainly what my peers listen to, I don't share their musical tastes. Actually, I prefer to think that I have better taste in music than them. Again, whatever.

One genre I'm sick of in particular is country, though. The two girls I carpool with to and from school always listen to this one country station during the car ride. ALWAYS. Although occasionally they listen to a popular music station that plays all of the recent trendy songs. I'm not trying to insult country or anyone else who's a country fan on here, so PLEASE don't flame. I just can't stand the genre, just like the previously mentioned girls aren't fond of my oldies and my rock music and my metal. I don't know if this is true about country music in general, or about other country stations, but the station they always listen to plays songs that are 90% about men singing about women they love in thick Southern accents. 5% have fathers singing in thick Southern accents about their children. (Songs like "My Little Girl" "I Loved Her First" and "Watching You.") And they're always fathers. Never mothers. The remaining 5% features songs about other topics and songs sung by women, in thick Southern accents, of course.

They rarely, if ever, play Reba McEntire, Shania Twain, Sheryl Crow, Carrie Underwood, or Faith Hill. I am so SICK of hearing heterosexual men singing about women they love!! Give me anything else! Give me a straight woman singing about the man she's in love with! Give me a freaking mass murderer singing about the last kill they made! But please, please no more guys singing about girls they love! I mean, come on, how many ways can you say, "Ah love this gal so much/She's so bee-yoo-ti-full"?

Another song the girls love to listen to is called "Beautiful Girls." It's by a Sean something, I think. In this song, he sings about how "you're way too beautiful, girl/You make me suicidal, suicidal..." They sing along to it like it's the most romantic thing in the world. What is so romantic about wanting to commit suicide over a girl?? "Oh, I love you so much, my dear. Let me slit my wrists and show you how much." I remember reading a few comments on Oasis where people say they like that song, and I'm sorry if I'm offending you, but honestly, what the crap is so loving about wanting to commit suicide over a girl?? It sounds like the guy's in an abusive relationship or something to me. Either that, or whoever wrote that is really stupid.

OHMYGOD MY PARENTS ARE LEAVING FOR THE CONCERT!! I HAVE TO GO NOW!! Bye.

My mom and dad are taking my sister and I to a Def Leppard concert on Wednesday! Styx and Foreigner are playing there, too, but I mostly want to see Def Leppard. :D Yaaaaaaaay! My sister doesn't particularly want to go. She likes contemporary music. You know, people like Akon and Beyonce Knowles. I'm a fan of rock/metal myself, so I can't really understand why she likes listening to that crap, but whatever.

Def Leppard! Def Leppard! *drools*

I want to type more about more stuff, but I'm hungry and haven't eaten breakfast yet, so I'm going to go eat and then come back. Later!

My mom and I have been involved in this whole battle over whether I should shave my legs or not. She told me that I had to either shave my legs or wear pants all of the time, and I decided to wear pants. It's been a couple of weeks now.

A few hours ago, my mom told me that she had bought me a pair of capris, and that she was giving me permission to wear capris and shorts again, and let me make my own personal choice about it. Yay! I love you, Mommy! *hugs* :D

Should I brag about this or something? Um, okay. I won! I won! W00t!

Okay, bragging over now.

I don't really feel like bragging. I'm just glad this whole stupid thing is over with.

But anyways, on a different topic, my mom's been buying me clothes recently for no reason at all. She bought me a couple of nice-looking shirts a few days ago, and she got me a pair of capris and some pants today. She told me she bought the shirts because I have a bunch of band/logo T-shirts and such, and she wants me to wear nicer-looking stuff. The shirts really aren't my style. They have the "layered look." You know those clothes that have a piece of cloth sewn under the neckline, so that it looks like you're wearing another shirt underneath them? She got me a couple of those shirts. They're nice shirts and all, but I just... I probably won't ever wear them, unless I have to go to a formal occasion or something. They're just not my style, I guess.

Plus, she's been handing me Macy's and Newport News catalogs so that I could look at them. Does she want me to start shopping with her again or something? She used to take me out shopping all of the time, even when I insisted she didn't. That's why I have so many clothes now that I need a closet AND a dresser. I don't know why I've never really been keen on shopping. It's just one of those things, I guess. Finally, my mom stopped taking me out shopping, because my dresser was practically overflowing.

Then I got my room redone, and she had a closet built in my room. So now I have more than enough room for all of my clothes, and apparently she's buying me more, only she's not actually taking me along on these shopping trips. Why? Why is she doing this?

Why do so many women like shopping so much, anyway? I've never really understood it. What's so great about picking out a bunch of clothes, trying them on, then discovering the shirt you thought was really cool-looking was too tight, going to get a bigger size, then trying on a pair of pants and deciding they make you look fat, then finding a pair of pants that make you look really, really good, but then looking at the price tag and fainting? It just seems like a lot of hassle to me.

My friend H says I need to politely tell my mom, "Hey, Mom, I like my shirts, so stop buying more for me." I really do need to. I'm afraid of hurting her feelings, though. Ugh. I am such a wimp.

Exactly what the subject said. I've got a headache and my nose is stuffy. Plus my throat hurts. I feel icky. Blergh.

All right, here's an update on my life right now:

I just got back from my first karate class with my friend H. The sensei there is a nice guy. When we shook hands, he said that I have a good grip. I like the classes so far. (Which probably isn't saying much, considering I've only had one.) I like to exercise, because after a good workout I feel like I've released a lot of tension by exerting myself. My mom says I can only take classes until the end of August, because she has a busy schedule and she can't really handle taking me to karate all the time. Besides, I'm going to be helping TA at a local theatre organization near me that holds acting classes. I'm supposed to take lessons for it at the end of August, and then I'll start TAing for a class after that.

I hope I get to TA with this one girl I really like. I've taken classes at the theatre organization before, and she's been in a lot of my classes. She's about a year older than me, so she TAed for one of my theatre classes one time. (Teens get to volunteer to be a TA when they turn thirteen.) She's really, really cute. :) I'd like to get to know her better. I've known her for years, but I've never really gotten to know her as well as I'd like. I hope we both get to TA the same class together or something. *romantic sigh*

Oh, and I'm back to school already, for those of you who don't know. I'm in my school's 8th grade choir, and I'm a soprano this year. Last year, I was an alto, but there weren't that many girls in the class who were sopranos last year, so my teacher made me a soprano. I suppose I can go fairly high with notes. My teacher tested us at the beginning of the class to see how high and low we could go. I was able to reach the note G. I'm proud of that. :D I mean, isn't that kind of a high note for someone who's used to being an alto?

We're learning the song "America the Beautiful" in chorus. I like the song. It would be really pretty, if only everybody could learn to sing it right. *glares at stupid classmates who can't even sing loud enough to make themselves heard* I mean, most of the people who aren't singing loud enough are the ones who are always gossiping and being blabbermouths during free time! You'd think that it'd be the shy people refusing to make themselves heard, but noooooo, it's the gossip queens and socialites. Gah.

My homeroom teacher has been attempting to teach us about making good habits, and now she wants me to teach a class on poetry on Wednesday. One time in sixth grade for one of her classes, she assigned us to write a poem, and she thought the one I handed in was really, really good. I had recently moved from one house to another, and the poem was about my feelings on that. Now she wants me to teach my homeroom about how to write a poem, so that they can write poems about making good habits. Ugh. What makes her think they'll do it, anyways? Besides, I can't exactly teach anyone how to write poetry. My poetry comes from nowhere. I write whenever I have feelings I want to express, not because my teacher told me to write a poem about developing good habits.

So far, I've created a lesson plan that just goes over some poetic devices you can use in poetry, like alliteration, similes, metaphors, repetition, and all that crap. Then I'll talk about possible rhyme schemes people can use. My homeroom time is only about twenty to twenty-five minutes long, so that should kill enough time. Then hopefully my homeroom teacher will never ask me to teach a lesson for her ever again.

I think that's pretty much all the crap that's going on in my life right now. Toodles!

I haven't shaved yet, like my parents ordered me to. I've been wearing long pants all of the time, though, so they can't tell. I'm playing a little game. I'm going to see how long I can go without shaving. I have a bit of a stubborn streak, and I refuse to shave. My razor is my enemy now. I haven't even touched it for the past few days.

Sooo...my first day of school (which was yesterday) was alright. Today, though, kind of sucked. I really don't feel like talking about it, so... *shrugs*

Bye-bye! Everyone have fun in Oasis-land! ^_^

Wow, that was weird... >.<