Okay, so here's the deal.
After we buy me the usual crappy thrift store costume, as my mom is hella cheap, she tells me that this will be my last year of trick or treating. I hadn't really paid attention to what I had gotten, thinking that I'd just get a better costume next year, but now wanted to think it through a bit more. But guess what? No returns at a thrift store. My mom is making me pay for it all.
And now, I don't even get to go trick or treating at all.
I was going to go with Lily and her friend Garrett, at his house, but at 9 last night, my mom realizes that she doesn't know Garrett's family, and has to meet them first. So she decides that Lily has to come home with me, we have to wait until she gets home, and she has to call Garrett. BUT, Lily decided to invite someone else, who was going home with Lily, so I couldn't go. I know I shouldn't, but I feel replaced.
So, Katrina was thinking about tagging along with us, so I had to call her and say that I couldn't go. She said she was going with Ripley, and that I could come. So we plan out a costume for me, and get everything all set up. My mom gets home, and I tell her my change of plan. She says okay.
I apologize to her 15 minutes before Rina was supposed to pick me up, for wearing a sleeveless shirt to school today. She wouldn't drive us to the high school, even though it was pouring, so I had to bike, and my other shirt got all muddy.
She got mad because there was a five minute period today that I didn't have my sweatshirt on, and said that I was "at school to learn, not to attract boys." Because, of course, I always get wet and muddy first thing in the morning so I can wear a shirt that I practically freeze in, in the hopes that some guy might look at me. When I tell her I wasn't wearing it to attract boys, she says I was giving her attitude, and says that I can't go trick of treating--OR camping with a friend. So, ten minutes before we were meeting, I have to cancel. And she won't talk to me about it.
So, basically, I hate today. I'm wet, muddy, and grounded. Someone please kill me.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I'm Really Bad at This Whole 'Being Mad' Thing...
I cracked. After school. He offered me a Red Vine. I was about to cry, and I REALLY didn't want to do that. I tried to ignore him, but it just didn't work!
Maybe I should back up.
I saw him today in the Computer Room, but we didn't say anything.
He made me join Garden Club earlier in the year. The meeting was today at lunch. I took Lisa's advice and sat with a big group of people. I managed to act like I was having a great time at first. But Toby was sitting alone. It was hard not to glance over there every once in a while. I was feeling sick still, so Katrina got my lunch. He was talking with people, about New Zealand, and him going back. It's easier to fight tears when your head is buried in a friend's shoulder. Not really. But yeah.
At one point, he walked off somewhere, and was looking at something. This girl (whose name I have forgotten) followed him. I tried to keep from watching him while he wasn't looking.
She came back, and said that she shunned me for being Toby's friend. I was about to say that I wasn't, but, for once, I kept my big gob shut. She told me he had found something interesting, and wouldn't tell her what it was. She said he was weird. "Yeah," I said, seeing him coming back. "He's an idiot. A big idiot." I felt bad instantly. This is why more people would like me if I was mute.
When the bell rang, I packed up slowly, telling my friends to go ahead. I wanted to give him the chance to say something, at least. But he didn't.
As I walked slowly off, I cast one last look behind me. Unfortunately, he saw it, it seemed. He took the opportunity to ask if anything was wrong. I just walked away. I'm an idiot. By the way.
All throughout the day, I was really confused. How could he still ask something like that after all I said to him? How could he still care when he said he didn't?
The only time my mind was really off of it was--and it's weird to say this--when I was with Eliot.
In PE, Daniel said that Eliot had a big bag of candy corn, and ate half of it before second period. o_o Daniel also said he didn't like candy corn. Eliot and I were in shock. xD Eliot had apparently had too much sugar, and was bouncing up and down.
"You have a whole bag of candy corn?" I asked.
"Yes!"
"Do you want to give me some?" I could feel an grin spreading across my face.
Again, "Yes!"
"Yay!" I said, and did the rare (for me) girly clap. xD
Then we went and ran two laps. Eeeeew. Eliot, Will, Jake, and some other people wanted to either run backwards, or run clockwise, unlike the rest of us. xD The teacher wouldn't let them, though, when they tried. How rude. Pfft.
In English, Eliot gave me a candy corn pumpkin. Yum. =3 It was the only small thing I can catch. xD Later, he took the bag out again, and I leaned over to look past Will to him. He mouthed, 'Afterwards.' I mouthed back, 'Thank you!'
Eliot, Cassie, Christine, and I formed a group for Oedipus Rex questions. We kept getting way off topic, and doing tricks with our eyes, etc. xD We had a handwriting contest at first, and Cassie won by a long shot. (We wrote "strawberries").
As it turned out, she was being kind of "OCD"-ish, in Christine's words. xD We had a lot of fun, even if we didn't finish. And Christine, Eliot, and I decided to form a bad handwriting club, in which we would sit around and eat candy corn in. xD
Eliot gave me a handful of candy corn after class, which made up for my 48 out of 60 on the essay part of the Beowulf quiz. Dx
After school, I was at my locker with Lisa. Toby came out (of a classroom, not my locker. I don't usually store boys in there, though Rebecca stuffed her baby in there. Don't ask. xD) with an almost-empty tub of Red Vines from the Spanish, and held it out. "Want one?" he asked. As I said, I nearly cried. Trying to buy myself some time to think and calm down, I said, "Okay," and took one. "Thank you," I whispered. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he said. "You don't have to apologize any more."
I walked with him a few yards, and tried to explain that I really didn't mean any of it. I don't think I really succeeded much.
Later, Lisa's mom came to pick us up, bringing for Lisa her Bio homework, which she had stayed up until two to do, and forgotten at home. We ran around the school, trying to find our teacher, but with no luck. Finally, we went to ask our last-year's science teacher, who's room connects to an office, which connects to her room, if we could put it on her desk. He said yes, and she did so.
Then we took orders for Jamba Juice from Xiao and Yuriko, and collected money. We got Brittany's order as well.
Tomorrow, we get out early, and we have extra time between our first period (at a different school) and second period, so we're stopping by Jamba Juice. Lisa's mom is driving us and Sam.
Today, Lisa and I went to Jamba Juice, and I bought her and Christine a Jamba Juice. Christine was already in school. Haha. That was fun.
Lily and I are going out for lunch tomorrow. Yay! ^^ Since she had to quit band due to so much homework, I haven't gotten to see her much. =(
Right. So, I emailed Toby, and asked if he wanted a Jamba Juice--and apologized again.
Off to call Christine! ^^
By the way, have you seen this?
http://Akril15.deviantart.com/art/I-m-Happy-27520791
LOVE it! Lisa showed it to me. =3
Love,
Faye
Maybe I should back up.
I saw him today in the Computer Room, but we didn't say anything.
He made me join Garden Club earlier in the year. The meeting was today at lunch. I took Lisa's advice and sat with a big group of people. I managed to act like I was having a great time at first. But Toby was sitting alone. It was hard not to glance over there every once in a while. I was feeling sick still, so Katrina got my lunch. He was talking with people, about New Zealand, and him going back. It's easier to fight tears when your head is buried in a friend's shoulder. Not really. But yeah.
At one point, he walked off somewhere, and was looking at something. This girl (whose name I have forgotten) followed him. I tried to keep from watching him while he wasn't looking.
She came back, and said that she shunned me for being Toby's friend. I was about to say that I wasn't, but, for once, I kept my big gob shut. She told me he had found something interesting, and wouldn't tell her what it was. She said he was weird. "Yeah," I said, seeing him coming back. "He's an idiot. A big idiot." I felt bad instantly. This is why more people would like me if I was mute.
When the bell rang, I packed up slowly, telling my friends to go ahead. I wanted to give him the chance to say something, at least. But he didn't.
As I walked slowly off, I cast one last look behind me. Unfortunately, he saw it, it seemed. He took the opportunity to ask if anything was wrong. I just walked away. I'm an idiot. By the way.
All throughout the day, I was really confused. How could he still ask something like that after all I said to him? How could he still care when he said he didn't?
The only time my mind was really off of it was--and it's weird to say this--when I was with Eliot.
In PE, Daniel said that Eliot had a big bag of candy corn, and ate half of it before second period. o_o Daniel also said he didn't like candy corn. Eliot and I were in shock. xD Eliot had apparently had too much sugar, and was bouncing up and down.
"You have a whole bag of candy corn?" I asked.
"Yes!"
"Do you want to give me some?" I could feel an grin spreading across my face.
Again, "Yes!"
"Yay!" I said, and did the rare (for me) girly clap. xD
Then we went and ran two laps. Eeeeew. Eliot, Will, Jake, and some other people wanted to either run backwards, or run clockwise, unlike the rest of us. xD The teacher wouldn't let them, though, when they tried. How rude. Pfft.
In English, Eliot gave me a candy corn pumpkin. Yum. =3 It was the only small thing I can catch. xD Later, he took the bag out again, and I leaned over to look past Will to him. He mouthed, 'Afterwards.' I mouthed back, 'Thank you!'
Eliot, Cassie, Christine, and I formed a group for Oedipus Rex questions. We kept getting way off topic, and doing tricks with our eyes, etc. xD We had a handwriting contest at first, and Cassie won by a long shot. (We wrote "strawberries").
As it turned out, she was being kind of "OCD"-ish, in Christine's words. xD We had a lot of fun, even if we didn't finish. And Christine, Eliot, and I decided to form a bad handwriting club, in which we would sit around and eat candy corn in. xD
Eliot gave me a handful of candy corn after class, which made up for my 48 out of 60 on the essay part of the Beowulf quiz. Dx
After school, I was at my locker with Lisa. Toby came out (of a classroom, not my locker. I don't usually store boys in there, though Rebecca stuffed her baby in there. Don't ask. xD) with an almost-empty tub of Red Vines from the Spanish, and held it out. "Want one?" he asked. As I said, I nearly cried. Trying to buy myself some time to think and calm down, I said, "Okay," and took one. "Thank you," I whispered. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay," he said. "You don't have to apologize any more."
I walked with him a few yards, and tried to explain that I really didn't mean any of it. I don't think I really succeeded much.
Later, Lisa's mom came to pick us up, bringing for Lisa her Bio homework, which she had stayed up until two to do, and forgotten at home. We ran around the school, trying to find our teacher, but with no luck. Finally, we went to ask our last-year's science teacher, who's room connects to an office, which connects to her room, if we could put it on her desk. He said yes, and she did so.
Then we took orders for Jamba Juice from Xiao and Yuriko, and collected money. We got Brittany's order as well.
Tomorrow, we get out early, and we have extra time between our first period (at a different school) and second period, so we're stopping by Jamba Juice. Lisa's mom is driving us and Sam.
Today, Lisa and I went to Jamba Juice, and I bought her and Christine a Jamba Juice. Christine was already in school. Haha. That was fun.
Lily and I are going out for lunch tomorrow. Yay! ^^ Since she had to quit band due to so much homework, I haven't gotten to see her much. =(
Right. So, I emailed Toby, and asked if he wanted a Jamba Juice--and apologized again.
Off to call Christine! ^^
By the way, have you seen this?
http://Akril15.deviantart.com/art/I-m-Happy-27520791
LOVE it! Lisa showed it to me. =3
Love,
Faye
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I'm REALLYREALLYREALLY Glad I'm Not a Striking Bag...
Eliot is scary when he's mad. Like yesterday. The striking bag--which our PE teacher nearly has to tackle to move at all--was sliding across the floor quickly under his blows.
"Eliot, that's scary. Are you okay?" I said nervously. He had been looking...not-happy all day. He told me he was mad. NO. WAY. xD
He was looking really sad all throughout English. I didn't say anything.
Do you ever see someone looking really sad, and wishing that you could substitute your sadness for theirs, just so they wouldn't look like that? Does someone else's sadness ever just make you sad, even when you don't know why they're sad? It like that for me. I think it always has been. I don't know why. When ever I see someone I know looking really sad, I get sad. It's sad.
I made cookies last night. And I succeeded! =D
Mostly because Alex totally saved my butt yesterday, when my lunch consisted of a horse cookie (Holly said they were good! The first bite was horrible, but after that, it tasted like hard tack and alfalfa. Pretty good when you're hungry. Cassie asked what I was eating, and I grumbled, "Technically, it's a horse cookie." Haha. But right now, it's a Faye-cookie! ;D). Alex gave me a bag of carrots, and another of Cheeze-Its, as well as a water bottle to wash it down. So nice!
I brought 14 of 22 Ginger Crinkles to school, and most of them are gone. People loved them! ^^ Especially Alex! Yay! I'm bringing her the recipe. ^^
I gave Eliot one, and he said it was good. The first bite was really hesitant. xP
He looked...more sad than mad today. I'm not bugging him about what's wrong. I doubt there's anything I could do. Hope everything's okay with him and Sophia!
Oh, on Sunday, Kate was being grumpy, as usual. I love her so much, though!
The girl riding Phantom was getting him to close to her, and she was putting her ears back and grinding her teeth at him. Shelley said that she was telling him to "drop dead." I was laughing so hard. I don't even know why. xDDD It was really funny at the time.
Let me describe Bella for you.
She's a rather tall bay, with no white markings on her. Her mane is cut pretty short, but not zebra-short, or anything. On the left side of her neck, she has this cool little swirl of hair. Some of her hair under where the girth goes is a bit roughed up. She has soft, trusting eyes, but definitely spirit.
She's amazing to ride, and, since she's still young, everything I do on her helps teach her. That means I have to be even more mindful to watch my manners, keep her walking briskly, not letting her break into a canter while we're trotting, stop when asked, etc. I love it. This means I'm learning as well.
Well, I'm really tired. Any help on the whole Toby thing would be much appreciated. Thanks!
Good night!
Love,
Faye
"Eliot, that's scary. Are you okay?" I said nervously. He had been looking...not-happy all day. He told me he was mad. NO. WAY. xD
He was looking really sad all throughout English. I didn't say anything.
Do you ever see someone looking really sad, and wishing that you could substitute your sadness for theirs, just so they wouldn't look like that? Does someone else's sadness ever just make you sad, even when you don't know why they're sad? It like that for me. I think it always has been. I don't know why. When ever I see someone I know looking really sad, I get sad. It's sad.
I made cookies last night. And I succeeded! =D
Mostly because Alex totally saved my butt yesterday, when my lunch consisted of a horse cookie (Holly said they were good! The first bite was horrible, but after that, it tasted like hard tack and alfalfa. Pretty good when you're hungry. Cassie asked what I was eating, and I grumbled, "Technically, it's a horse cookie." Haha. But right now, it's a Faye-cookie! ;D). Alex gave me a bag of carrots, and another of Cheeze-Its, as well as a water bottle to wash it down. So nice!
I brought 14 of 22 Ginger Crinkles to school, and most of them are gone. People loved them! ^^ Especially Alex! Yay! I'm bringing her the recipe. ^^
I gave Eliot one, and he said it was good. The first bite was really hesitant. xP
He looked...more sad than mad today. I'm not bugging him about what's wrong. I doubt there's anything I could do. Hope everything's okay with him and Sophia!
Oh, on Sunday, Kate was being grumpy, as usual. I love her so much, though!
The girl riding Phantom was getting him to close to her, and she was putting her ears back and grinding her teeth at him. Shelley said that she was telling him to "drop dead." I was laughing so hard. I don't even know why. xDDD It was really funny at the time.
Let me describe Bella for you.
She's a rather tall bay, with no white markings on her. Her mane is cut pretty short, but not zebra-short, or anything. On the left side of her neck, she has this cool little swirl of hair. Some of her hair under where the girth goes is a bit roughed up. She has soft, trusting eyes, but definitely spirit.
She's amazing to ride, and, since she's still young, everything I do on her helps teach her. That means I have to be even more mindful to watch my manners, keep her walking briskly, not letting her break into a canter while we're trotting, stop when asked, etc. I love it. This means I'm learning as well.
Well, I'm really tired. Any help on the whole Toby thing would be much appreciated. Thanks!
Good night!
Love,
Faye
More Complaining (Not Necessary to Read)
I've been (mentally) hitting myself all day about Toby.
What do I do?
I was waiting for Katrina to get out of her class today before lunch, just sipping the coffee my (awesome) math teacher gave me, stirring it with the DumDum he gave me for that purpose. What did I do to deserve this, you ask? I raised my hand when he asked who wanted coffee. xDD Three people got some. Yummy. =3 I gots grape.
Steven and Stewart both got coffee as well. Both eighth graders. Steven spelled "triangle" wrong one time. xD He and the teacher have a deal that, if he doesn't talk in class (besides asking questions, of course) for a month, he'll get a pizza, all to himself. Not fair!
Our teacher is always cooking food in our class, which is right before lunch. It always smells so good! Ha, ha.
Oh. Right. Back to the point. xD
So, yesterday, I managed to avoid Toby by a) being late to second period (he has computers first period, so we usually see each other in between), b) having to take a group math test all throughout lunch (we got a freaking 84 out of 100!), c) getting to PE early, before he got out, and d) leaving QUICKLY after school.
Today, however, he asked for the book he had lent me back in computers. Proud to say I didn't a) hit him, or b) cry.
As I was waiting for Katrina, he comes out of the classroom, looks at me, and says, "I'm sorry." It was so casual that I asked, "For what?" in that dark way I have. Rofl. He replies, "For being an idiot, I guess." I look away, and he leaves.
What should I do? It wasn't exactly sincere, and I don't think he's even realized why I'm mad! Somehow. Guys are thick. REALLY thick, in Toby's case.
Should I accept his apology?
Ripley says to play hard to get. Pfft. Yeah, right. Haha.
Cassie and Lisa say that I shouldn't forgive him until he knows what he's done and apologizes better.
I'm leaning toward that, but I really miss him. Already.
It's really lonely to look at my email and see only our fight. And I know I owe him an apology, too.
I really wish I hadn't responded to the email by telling him I wish he would leave. That was awful of me. It's what he's always saying that people who hate him tell him; that he should just go back to New Zealand.
And, as much as I try to tell myself I hate him, something in my mind keeps coming back with three contradicting words that ring with the air of truth in my head.
I like him.
Help me?
What do I do?
I was waiting for Katrina to get out of her class today before lunch, just sipping the coffee my (awesome) math teacher gave me, stirring it with the DumDum he gave me for that purpose. What did I do to deserve this, you ask? I raised my hand when he asked who wanted coffee. xDD Three people got some. Yummy. =3 I gots grape.
Steven and Stewart both got coffee as well. Both eighth graders. Steven spelled "triangle" wrong one time. xD He and the teacher have a deal that, if he doesn't talk in class (besides asking questions, of course) for a month, he'll get a pizza, all to himself. Not fair!
Our teacher is always cooking food in our class, which is right before lunch. It always smells so good! Ha, ha.
Oh. Right. Back to the point. xD
So, yesterday, I managed to avoid Toby by a) being late to second period (he has computers first period, so we usually see each other in between), b) having to take a group math test all throughout lunch (we got a freaking 84 out of 100!), c) getting to PE early, before he got out, and d) leaving QUICKLY after school.
Today, however, he asked for the book he had lent me back in computers. Proud to say I didn't a) hit him, or b) cry.
As I was waiting for Katrina, he comes out of the classroom, looks at me, and says, "I'm sorry." It was so casual that I asked, "For what?" in that dark way I have. Rofl. He replies, "For being an idiot, I guess." I look away, and he leaves.
What should I do? It wasn't exactly sincere, and I don't think he's even realized why I'm mad! Somehow. Guys are thick. REALLY thick, in Toby's case.
Should I accept his apology?
Ripley says to play hard to get. Pfft. Yeah, right. Haha.
Cassie and Lisa say that I shouldn't forgive him until he knows what he's done and apologizes better.
I'm leaning toward that, but I really miss him. Already.
It's really lonely to look at my email and see only our fight. And I know I owe him an apology, too.
I really wish I hadn't responded to the email by telling him I wish he would leave. That was awful of me. It's what he's always saying that people who hate him tell him; that he should just go back to New Zealand.
And, as much as I try to tell myself I hate him, something in my mind keeps coming back with three contradicting words that ring with the air of truth in my head.
I like him.
Help me?
Monday, October 20, 2008
Why Do They Ask What's Wrong?
YOU REALLY DON'T HAVE TO READ THIS ONE. It's an entire post of me feeling sorry for myself.
Why do they all ask what's wrong? I really don't think they want to hear the whole list. It's not pretty. Let's see...
-Toby is a big idiot
-People have been yelling at me all weekend
-I cried for an hour last night
-I feel like crap
-I'm too sick to eat half the time
-I got very little sleep last night
-My dad is going away for a month
-I officially can't do anything right
Okay. I've said it here. Now maybe I won't tell anyone. Later.
Love,
Faye
Why do they all ask what's wrong? I really don't think they want to hear the whole list. It's not pretty. Let's see...
-Toby is a big idiot
-People have been yelling at me all weekend
-I cried for an hour last night
-I feel like crap
-I'm too sick to eat half the time
-I got very little sleep last night
-My dad is going away for a month
-I officially can't do anything right
Okay. I've said it here. Now maybe I won't tell anyone. Later.
Love,
Faye
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Shattered Illusions
Today was great. Until I got home.
I rode Bella again. That was a lot of fun. Afterwards, my dad and I went shopping.
I got home and checked my email. There was one from Toby.
I wish I had never opened it now. It was horrible.
He wants to go back to New Zealand as soon as possible, he told me. For good.
I had figured this out by now. No matter how many times he tried to reassure me that he just wanted to go back for a little while, it was always just too clear that he liked it there so much better than here.
But it got worse. He said he has friends here, but not really good ones. His best friends are back in New Zealand.
He said the only reason he'd want to stay is because they can't bring his bird.
A stupid bird.
And I thought we were friends. I thought he cared.
The floor rushed at me. I didn't care. Tears were running freely down my cheeks, as they are even now, an hour later.
I don't know why I cried so hard. I don't know why I cried at all. He's just some dumb boy. He shouldn't matter.
But he does.
As much as I wish I could just forget about him, I know I can't.
I can't get him out of my mind. It's driving me crazy. And I don't know why.
I'm sobbing silently now, tears splashing to the ground like rain. I open my eyes, and see myself staring back at me from the cracked mirror ahead.
I feel sick. Like, make-me-do-ten-jumping-jacks-and-I'm-going-to-throw-up sick. Uggh.
I'm going to stop now. Toby is a mean idiot. Bye.
Faye
I rode Bella again. That was a lot of fun. Afterwards, my dad and I went shopping.
I got home and checked my email. There was one from Toby.
I wish I had never opened it now. It was horrible.
He wants to go back to New Zealand as soon as possible, he told me. For good.
I had figured this out by now. No matter how many times he tried to reassure me that he just wanted to go back for a little while, it was always just too clear that he liked it there so much better than here.
But it got worse. He said he has friends here, but not really good ones. His best friends are back in New Zealand.
He said the only reason he'd want to stay is because they can't bring his bird.
A stupid bird.
And I thought we were friends. I thought he cared.
The floor rushed at me. I didn't care. Tears were running freely down my cheeks, as they are even now, an hour later.
I don't know why I cried so hard. I don't know why I cried at all. He's just some dumb boy. He shouldn't matter.
But he does.
As much as I wish I could just forget about him, I know I can't.
I can't get him out of my mind. It's driving me crazy. And I don't know why.
I'm sobbing silently now, tears splashing to the ground like rain. I open my eyes, and see myself staring back at me from the cracked mirror ahead.
I feel sick. Like, make-me-do-ten-jumping-jacks-and-I'm-going-to-throw-up sick. Uggh.
I'm going to stop now. Toby is a mean idiot. Bye.
Faye
Bella
I got to ride the new girl yesterday. Her name is Bella, and she is AMAZING.
I'll tell you right now that this entire post is going to be about her, so if you're not interested in hearing about this great horse, I'll understand if you don't read it. Most people will have, like, no clue what I'm talking about. So yeah.
Right.
So, we're on our lunch break, with twenty or so minutes to go. Shelley pokes her head our from the barn, and asks to see me. A knot twisting in my stomach, I hop down from the vaulting dummy we were all perched on, and follow her back inside.
She quickly assures me that I'm not in trouble; she just wants to show me who I'm riding. I let out the breath I realized I had been holding.
As we walk, I glance over to Riley, in his new stall. He had injured his two front legs, leaving us with one less lesson horse/jumper. Poor Riley! I think he'll be okay, though.
Butanyways.
Shelley leads me deeper into the barn, confusing me further. Was I riding Cookie again? But I had already ridden her before--why would I need to be introduced?
Shelley stops before the stall of a horse I quickly recognize as the new girl, Bella.
"This is Bella," Shelley says, confirming my thoughts. "You're riding her today."
We go into the tack room, and she shows me Bella's tack: Simon's bridle, the bounce pad, Melissa's saddle, and a fluffy girth.
Shelley goes into the office, leaving me to finish the lunch that I had forgotten to pack, it being early in the morning. Oops. Oh, well. I wasn't all that hungry, anyways, and I got some scraps.
First, however, I take a baby carrot from the treat box, and go over to feed it to her. Since it is rather hard--and a bit dangerous--to stick your hands through the bars in a stall there, I put in down on the top of the solid part on the lower half of the door, in between two bars. Bella tries to get it, but knocked to the floor. She looked at me with those sweet eyes, as if saying, "Well, what did you do that for?"
I went and got her another carrot, which she ate gladly.
After our break was over--and after reassuring the others that I wasn't in trouble--we got tacked up. Then, Riley (the girl, not the horse) and Kate (who she was riding--I love Kate!), and Bella and I warmed up for twenty or so minutes, while we waited for the other girl to come and get Song ready. Then Shelley came out, and the lesson began.
I quickly discovered, during our extended warm up, that Bella needs to be steered in the right direction, she can have a fast walk when she wants to, though she usually doesn't, that she likes the rail when she figures out what she's doing, that she has a very sensitive mouth, and that she responds to my slightest touch, whether with the reins or my legs.
We trotted around for a while. Posting, at first. I found out that she has a very quick trot, and the concept of "pacing yourself" means nothing to her.
When Shelley told us to go into twopoint (still at the trot), Bella tried to canter, and tripped up a bit. I stuck with posting (on Shelley's instruction, of course) for the rest of the lesson.
When we changed direction, I discovered that she doesn't do as well on a right rein. Her trot was uneven and rather bumpy. She got more used to it after a while.
Then, we did three loop serpentines at the trot, and cantered around once. The diagonal transition was hard for her again, but we managed. And she has a wonderful canter!
We trotted some more after that, then we stretched out and cooled down. As it turns out, Bella is only five!
She takes more time to cool down, because she wasn't as fit as the others.
Afterwards, I took her back to her stall to untack her, and took her back out to hose her off. She started pawing at the dirt like she was going to roll for a minute! But she didn't. Then, I walked her around in the pit a few dozen times, waiting for her to dry. xD
Finally, when everyone was in the middle of feeding, Shelley sent a girl to tell me to put Bella away. Some horse who had previously been in that stall had kicked the door or something so many times that it was all messed up. (Girl) Riley and I both had to lean on it really hard to get the bolt back in!
I helped finish up with the feeding, and we went in and completed the list of closing chores. Shelley went home, and we all sat outside for a while, eating the offered pomegranates. It was really fun. We opened then by hitting them really hard on the corner of a bench. I stained my riding pant, though. Dx Oh, well. They were already stained, anyways.
I was the last to be picked up. I went into the barn to check the time--4:30, half an hour past the official end. Oh, well. I like just sitting there.
When I came back out, my dad was waiting. I brought three and a half--I hadn't quite finished my original one--pomegranates home.
Yay!
Well, I'm hungry. No breakfast yet! ;o
Love,
Faye
I'll tell you right now that this entire post is going to be about her, so if you're not interested in hearing about this great horse, I'll understand if you don't read it. Most people will have, like, no clue what I'm talking about. So yeah.
Right.
So, we're on our lunch break, with twenty or so minutes to go. Shelley pokes her head our from the barn, and asks to see me. A knot twisting in my stomach, I hop down from the vaulting dummy we were all perched on, and follow her back inside.
She quickly assures me that I'm not in trouble; she just wants to show me who I'm riding. I let out the breath I realized I had been holding.
As we walk, I glance over to Riley, in his new stall. He had injured his two front legs, leaving us with one less lesson horse/jumper. Poor Riley! I think he'll be okay, though.
Butanyways.
Shelley leads me deeper into the barn, confusing me further. Was I riding Cookie again? But I had already ridden her before--why would I need to be introduced?
Shelley stops before the stall of a horse I quickly recognize as the new girl, Bella.
"This is Bella," Shelley says, confirming my thoughts. "You're riding her today."
We go into the tack room, and she shows me Bella's tack: Simon's bridle, the bounce pad, Melissa's saddle, and a fluffy girth.
Shelley goes into the office, leaving me to finish the lunch that I had forgotten to pack, it being early in the morning. Oops. Oh, well. I wasn't all that hungry, anyways, and I got some scraps.
First, however, I take a baby carrot from the treat box, and go over to feed it to her. Since it is rather hard--and a bit dangerous--to stick your hands through the bars in a stall there, I put in down on the top of the solid part on the lower half of the door, in between two bars. Bella tries to get it, but knocked to the floor. She looked at me with those sweet eyes, as if saying, "Well, what did you do that for?"
I went and got her another carrot, which she ate gladly.
After our break was over--and after reassuring the others that I wasn't in trouble--we got tacked up. Then, Riley (the girl, not the horse) and Kate (who she was riding--I love Kate!), and Bella and I warmed up for twenty or so minutes, while we waited for the other girl to come and get Song ready. Then Shelley came out, and the lesson began.
I quickly discovered, during our extended warm up, that Bella needs to be steered in the right direction, she can have a fast walk when she wants to, though she usually doesn't, that she likes the rail when she figures out what she's doing, that she has a very sensitive mouth, and that she responds to my slightest touch, whether with the reins or my legs.
We trotted around for a while. Posting, at first. I found out that she has a very quick trot, and the concept of "pacing yourself" means nothing to her.
When Shelley told us to go into twopoint (still at the trot), Bella tried to canter, and tripped up a bit. I stuck with posting (on Shelley's instruction, of course) for the rest of the lesson.
When we changed direction, I discovered that she doesn't do as well on a right rein. Her trot was uneven and rather bumpy. She got more used to it after a while.
Then, we did three loop serpentines at the trot, and cantered around once. The diagonal transition was hard for her again, but we managed. And she has a wonderful canter!
We trotted some more after that, then we stretched out and cooled down. As it turns out, Bella is only five!
She takes more time to cool down, because she wasn't as fit as the others.
Afterwards, I took her back to her stall to untack her, and took her back out to hose her off. She started pawing at the dirt like she was going to roll for a minute! But she didn't. Then, I walked her around in the pit a few dozen times, waiting for her to dry. xD
Finally, when everyone was in the middle of feeding, Shelley sent a girl to tell me to put Bella away. Some horse who had previously been in that stall had kicked the door or something so many times that it was all messed up. (Girl) Riley and I both had to lean on it really hard to get the bolt back in!
I helped finish up with the feeding, and we went in and completed the list of closing chores. Shelley went home, and we all sat outside for a while, eating the offered pomegranates. It was really fun. We opened then by hitting them really hard on the corner of a bench. I stained my riding pant, though. Dx Oh, well. They were already stained, anyways.
I was the last to be picked up. I went into the barn to check the time--4:30, half an hour past the official end. Oh, well. I like just sitting there.
When I came back out, my dad was waiting. I brought three and a half--I hadn't quite finished my original one--pomegranates home.
Yay!
Well, I'm hungry. No breakfast yet! ;o
Love,
Faye
Friday, October 17, 2008
Don't. Touch. The Flute.
Have I mentioned that I really like my flute? Like, try-to-kick-it-and-you're-so-dead like? Well, I do. And I really don't take kindly to people who do bad things to it.
Remember the guy I had to kick last week or the week before, for grabbing me? Well, he's back. Cassie and I were practicing for auditions, and Lily was holding my flute for me. I glance over at one point, and see this guy startng to kick my flute (in its case--luckily). He got perhaps two kicks in before he noticed me shooting straight at him with murder written in my eyes. His eyes widened, and he ran for it. I followed him out, and let him escape after kicking his ass. I was locked out, but Toby was being amazing, and saw me and rescued me. Thanks, Toby!
I went back to practice with Cassie some more. Fifteen or so minutes later, I see someone moving behind me, near where I had set my flute. I turn as I recognize who it is: the same idiot, about to steal my flute. He earned himself a hard kick in the shins. Unfortunately, I misjudged the distance, and he was a wimp. He crumpled to the ground. Oops. Oh, well. He got up a few minutes later, and he didn't seem too badly hurt. Toby is going to make us both apologize, though. -.- Whatever.
Emily and I had fun in math. She did charactures of her friends, and I drew something off my binder. It was a girl. Emily turned it into her friend Nick, who has majorly furry sideburns. xD It looked strange.
PE was pretty fun, too, really. We went to the park. On the way, we pointed out that Christine was absent. Emily, walking on my right, said it was my fault. I immediately pointed to Eliot, on my left, and blamed him. xD We spent the rest of the way debating upon our oncoming dooms due to unfortunately coincidential accidents. We knew too much. It was finally settled that Christine was shoved down a well, and broke her neck. The death was quick and painless, but it was a very deep well, so there was a considerable amount of fear on the way down. She knew too much, and Eliot didn't want her to turn him in.
I got to listen to my death be planned. It was to be a biking accident, in which my foot got stuck in the wheel. When asked how he would accomplish this, he explained that he would tie a string to my big toe. Then Daniel said that it should be in the middle of a big road, so a truck would hit me onto some railroad tracks, and I would be run over by a train.
Emily's death was much more simple--and not as thought out: a simple skydiving accident. And Cassie? Quote Eliot: "She's heard too much. Quick! Look for a passing car! We can get rid of her right now." xDD
Several times during this conversation, Emily urged Cassie to "escape" with her, up to Jenny and Beti. The reason I wasn't included in these plans, I'm guessing, has something to do with Emily's obsession with Eliot and I. -.- Strange girl...very strange.
I got 36 out of 40 on part two of the Beowulf final! ;o Yay!
Uh...I think that's about it.
OH. WAIT. Drama Club play auditions today. Bit of a mixup. Someone had decided to use our stage--THE THREE DAYS OUR SHOW WAS TO BE PREFORMED. -.- They hadn't marked it on the calendar, so no one else knew. Those dates remained unavailable, however. So we had to get new show dates. The president and vice had different opinions: the president wanted to hold auditions next week, but the vice was set on keeping the auditions, even though we wouldn't know who could actually go to the preformances. The vice won, and we held auditions. I tried out for three roles; let's call them A, B, and C. A andB were on the same script. Cassie was trying out for the same. We took turns reading A and B. On C, there was another character to read for called Nick. We took turns with C and Nick, too. At the end, Emily told me I made a very good Nick.
...Does anyone else see the irony in this?
Haha. Oh well. I'll be happy if I even have any lines.
Well, I'm gonna go...do other stuff. Yeah. Later!
Love,
Faye
P.S.
A GUY is a better girl than I am...-.- It was awkward when he was reading for C (a girl's part), and I was reading for Nick. xD Especially one of his lines: "Would you do it for a kiss?" Luls. It was a VERY flirty scene.
Right. Really going now. xD Baiiii!
Remember the guy I had to kick last week or the week before, for grabbing me? Well, he's back. Cassie and I were practicing for auditions, and Lily was holding my flute for me. I glance over at one point, and see this guy startng to kick my flute (in its case--luckily). He got perhaps two kicks in before he noticed me shooting straight at him with murder written in my eyes. His eyes widened, and he ran for it. I followed him out, and let him escape after kicking his ass. I was locked out, but Toby was being amazing, and saw me and rescued me. Thanks, Toby!
I went back to practice with Cassie some more. Fifteen or so minutes later, I see someone moving behind me, near where I had set my flute. I turn as I recognize who it is: the same idiot, about to steal my flute. He earned himself a hard kick in the shins. Unfortunately, I misjudged the distance, and he was a wimp. He crumpled to the ground. Oops. Oh, well. He got up a few minutes later, and he didn't seem too badly hurt. Toby is going to make us both apologize, though. -.- Whatever.
Emily and I had fun in math. She did charactures of her friends, and I drew something off my binder. It was a girl. Emily turned it into her friend Nick, who has majorly furry sideburns. xD It looked strange.
PE was pretty fun, too, really. We went to the park. On the way, we pointed out that Christine was absent. Emily, walking on my right, said it was my fault. I immediately pointed to Eliot, on my left, and blamed him. xD We spent the rest of the way debating upon our oncoming dooms due to unfortunately coincidential accidents. We knew too much. It was finally settled that Christine was shoved down a well, and broke her neck. The death was quick and painless, but it was a very deep well, so there was a considerable amount of fear on the way down. She knew too much, and Eliot didn't want her to turn him in.
I got to listen to my death be planned. It was to be a biking accident, in which my foot got stuck in the wheel. When asked how he would accomplish this, he explained that he would tie a string to my big toe. Then Daniel said that it should be in the middle of a big road, so a truck would hit me onto some railroad tracks, and I would be run over by a train.
Emily's death was much more simple--and not as thought out: a simple skydiving accident. And Cassie? Quote Eliot: "She's heard too much. Quick! Look for a passing car! We can get rid of her right now." xDD
Several times during this conversation, Emily urged Cassie to "escape" with her, up to Jenny and Beti. The reason I wasn't included in these plans, I'm guessing, has something to do with Emily's obsession with Eliot and I. -.- Strange girl...very strange.
I got 36 out of 40 on part two of the Beowulf final! ;o Yay!
Uh...I think that's about it.
OH. WAIT. Drama Club play auditions today. Bit of a mixup. Someone had decided to use our stage--THE THREE DAYS OUR SHOW WAS TO BE PREFORMED. -.- They hadn't marked it on the calendar, so no one else knew. Those dates remained unavailable, however. So we had to get new show dates. The president and vice had different opinions: the president wanted to hold auditions next week, but the vice was set on keeping the auditions, even though we wouldn't know who could actually go to the preformances. The vice won, and we held auditions. I tried out for three roles; let's call them A, B, and C. A andB were on the same script. Cassie was trying out for the same. We took turns reading A and B. On C, there was another character to read for called Nick. We took turns with C and Nick, too. At the end, Emily told me I made a very good Nick.
...Does anyone else see the irony in this?
Haha. Oh well. I'll be happy if I even have any lines.
Well, I'm gonna go...do other stuff. Yeah. Later!
Love,
Faye
P.S.
A GUY is a better girl than I am...-.- It was awkward when he was reading for C (a girl's part), and I was reading for Nick. xD Especially one of his lines: "Would you do it for a kiss?" Luls. It was a VERY flirty scene.
Right. Really going now. xD Baiiii!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Emily. Is Officially. SO DEAD.
Did I not just say YESTERDAY that she had given up on that obsession?
Well she, apparently, did not.
It's kind of funny to watch, really. And she's promised not to actually try to get us together. So that's good. I just have to hear this after Geometry and in PE.
The conversation went like this:
Emily: I still think you two would make a really cute couple.
Me: Wha--HEY. He has a girlfriend, you know.
Emily: Yeah, I know. I'm so sorry. I'd be crying if that ever happened to me. But there's always hope! You can win him back! Break them up! We'll sep--
Me: Emily?
Emily: Yeah?
Me: There's a bit of a problem here.
Emily: What?
Me: I DON'T LIKE HIM.
Emily: Oh. Right. But he likes you!
Me: ...He has a girlfriend.
Emily: He still likes you! He likes three girls, his girlfriend, you, and me.
Me: Where do I come into this?
Emily: I told you! He flirts with you in English!
Me: No, he steals my desk.
Emily: That's flirting!
Me: Since when?
Emily: Never mind.
Me: Okay.
Of course, this was continued in PE, like always. Oh, well. I'll tease her back--about someone she ACTUALLY fancies. Or Nick. Nick could work, too.
Not much of interest happened today, as you can probably tell. Toby was avoiding me, I think. Not sure why.
Aaaand...yeah. I've been eating a bit more. Still feel pretty sick. Oh, and I sit next to a girl in band named Alex, who's calling everyone (insert name)-poo. xD Faye-poo? Not quite. She's nice, though. Emily-poo works, though. Heh.
Oh, and I got all my math done in class! Woot! ;o
Love,
Faye
Well she, apparently, did not.
It's kind of funny to watch, really. And she's promised not to actually try to get us together. So that's good. I just have to hear this after Geometry and in PE.
The conversation went like this:
Emily: I still think you two would make a really cute couple.
Me: Wha--HEY. He has a girlfriend, you know.
Emily: Yeah, I know. I'm so sorry. I'd be crying if that ever happened to me. But there's always hope! You can win him back! Break them up! We'll sep--
Me: Emily?
Emily: Yeah?
Me: There's a bit of a problem here.
Emily: What?
Me: I DON'T LIKE HIM.
Emily: Oh. Right. But he likes you!
Me: ...He has a girlfriend.
Emily: He still likes you! He likes three girls, his girlfriend, you, and me.
Me: Where do I come into this?
Emily: I told you! He flirts with you in English!
Me: No, he steals my desk.
Emily: That's flirting!
Me: Since when?
Emily: Never mind.
Me: Okay.
Of course, this was continued in PE, like always. Oh, well. I'll tease her back--about someone she ACTUALLY fancies. Or Nick. Nick could work, too.
Not much of interest happened today, as you can probably tell. Toby was avoiding me, I think. Not sure why.
Aaaand...yeah. I've been eating a bit more. Still feel pretty sick. Oh, and I sit next to a girl in band named Alex, who's calling everyone (insert name)-poo. xD Faye-poo? Not quite. She's nice, though. Emily-poo works, though. Heh.
Oh, and I got all my math done in class! Woot! ;o
Love,
Faye
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Just Saying
Remember a while ago when I said that Emily had an obsession with me and Eliot falling in love? Well she's dropped it. You know why? He got a girlfriend. HAH! TAKE THAT, EMILY! TOLD YOU SO!
Locker room talk (before the girlfriend):
Emily: (continuing a conversation from earlier) But would you go out with him if he asked you?
Me: ...No.
Emily: But do you like him?
Me: No, and that hasn't changed in the last five minutes, nor will it change in the next five.
Right. Going to do other stuff. Baii!
Love,
Faye
Locker room talk (before the girlfriend):
Emily: (continuing a conversation from earlier) But would you go out with him if he asked you?
Me: ...No.
Emily: But do you like him?
Me: No, and that hasn't changed in the last five minutes, nor will it change in the next five.
Right. Going to do other stuff. Baii!
Love,
Faye
Words are Words
I hate it when people over react to swear words. I totally understand that some people really don't like them, but if someone says "damn" or something, I don't think anyone should freak out.
I'm one of those people who believes that words really do have power, but I also believe that those horrifying "bad words" aren't going to hurt anyone. If no one made such a big deal out of them, they wouldn't be so bad, right? Just what makes them dirty? When you're little, you say "poop" all the time, and get a huge kick out of it. Shit means the same thing, right? I just don't get it.
I'm one of those people who doesn't swear every sentence, but I do swear when I'm annoyed, and sometimes when I'm around friends who swear a lot, because it's really not a big deal then. But I have other friends who really don't like it when I swear, and I make note of that and very rarely do so around them.
I think it starts to sound very repetitive when people use a "dirty" word twice in a sentence, like saying "um" in every sentence. But I really don't think it's anything to fuss over. I really, really don't.
I wonder what would happen if people didn't tell their children not to say these words. They'd probably just be like any other word, right?
I don't even know why I'm posting this. I just find it annoying when people get mad at you for saying damn. It's just my opinion. What do you guys think?
I'm one of those people who believes that words really do have power, but I also believe that those horrifying "bad words" aren't going to hurt anyone. If no one made such a big deal out of them, they wouldn't be so bad, right? Just what makes them dirty? When you're little, you say "poop" all the time, and get a huge kick out of it. Shit means the same thing, right? I just don't get it.
I'm one of those people who doesn't swear every sentence, but I do swear when I'm annoyed, and sometimes when I'm around friends who swear a lot, because it's really not a big deal then. But I have other friends who really don't like it when I swear, and I make note of that and very rarely do so around them.
I think it starts to sound very repetitive when people use a "dirty" word twice in a sentence, like saying "um" in every sentence. But I really don't think it's anything to fuss over. I really, really don't.
I wonder what would happen if people didn't tell their children not to say these words. They'd probably just be like any other word, right?
I don't even know why I'm posting this. I just find it annoying when people get mad at you for saying damn. It's just my opinion. What do you guys think?
I Can't Cook. In Case You Were Wondering.
I fail. Day before yesterday, I tried to make a cake for Lisa. She said she liked it, but I didn't. Eliot said it was dry when I gave him a piece. Yesterday, Lily and I tried to make a chocolate chip cake. It said to bake for ten minutes. Forty minutes later, it was still a soup. -.- Then it burnt. We scraped that part off, and it tasted like crap. I threw it away.
Both days, I had to call Eliot for help. It was really embarrassing. Butanyways.
We got our chair placements in band day before yesterday. I'm seventh, and Lisa's sixth. I'm glad I was seventh, because it's the best seat I've gotten in school (at a camp, I was second of twenty-some flutes), and there are only two eighth graders ahead of me, but Lisa was really upset. She wanted second chair. I felt really bad for her, and I felt bad for being so selfish and being glad that I was sitting next to her, and even that I wasn't the only one who wasn't first chair.
But she's feeling better now, and she's already thinking of challenge music so she can move up to first row. She'll be second chair before you know it!
In other news, I've been feeling ill for two days, and haven't eaten much since yesterday morning. I didn't have much lunch (as usual) yesterday, and I felt too sick to eat dinner. This morning, I ate a small breakfast, and no lunch. I had one of those pizza pocket things when I got home today, and I feel worse for it. I promise I'm not anorexic. I just feel really sick.
Other than that, not much has happened. Except I accidentally complained to a friend over email, and now I feel really dumb.
But yeah. You really don't have to read this. If I had anything interesting to blog about, I would, but I obviously don't.
Oh, but, at this point, I don't know if I'm going to do anything for Halloween. I might be Beka, from Terrier, by Tamora Pierce. I dunno, though.
Right. More some other time.
Love,
Faye
Both days, I had to call Eliot for help. It was really embarrassing. Butanyways.
We got our chair placements in band day before yesterday. I'm seventh, and Lisa's sixth. I'm glad I was seventh, because it's the best seat I've gotten in school (at a camp, I was second of twenty-some flutes), and there are only two eighth graders ahead of me, but Lisa was really upset. She wanted second chair. I felt really bad for her, and I felt bad for being so selfish and being glad that I was sitting next to her, and even that I wasn't the only one who wasn't first chair.
But she's feeling better now, and she's already thinking of challenge music so she can move up to first row. She'll be second chair before you know it!
In other news, I've been feeling ill for two days, and haven't eaten much since yesterday morning. I didn't have much lunch (as usual) yesterday, and I felt too sick to eat dinner. This morning, I ate a small breakfast, and no lunch. I had one of those pizza pocket things when I got home today, and I feel worse for it. I promise I'm not anorexic. I just feel really sick.
Other than that, not much has happened. Except I accidentally complained to a friend over email, and now I feel really dumb.
But yeah. You really don't have to read this. If I had anything interesting to blog about, I would, but I obviously don't.
Oh, but, at this point, I don't know if I'm going to do anything for Halloween. I might be Beka, from Terrier, by Tamora Pierce. I dunno, though.
Right. More some other time.
Love,
Faye
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Today Was...Uhh...I Don't Really Know. I Was Asleep, See.
Yah. That's pretty much how my day went. I didn't have tome to pack anything but a yogurt for lunch. In third period, my Bio teacher tells us how yogurt is full of dead bacteria and their waste. I didn't even bother taking my "lunch" out of my locker. No way was I going to eat THAT. I totally owe Toby. He gave me a bag of really yummy grapes, and two chocolate-cookie sticks. Yum. =3 Thank you, Toby! Glad I joined Garden Club for you. xD He bugged me for a week about it. Oh, and congratz on being vice! ;D
English was pretty fun. We had a piece of paper with a bunch of lines from a play or something on it, and we were each assigned a line. Oh, we were standing in a circle. We went around and said our lines loudly. Then faster. The we pointed to ourselves when we said I, me, my, or we, and pointed to the people to our right when we said you, your, or yourself. Then we whacked our papers on the three most important words in our lines. I was standing next to Eliot, and he was hitting his paper really hard. We were both cracking up. When it was his turn to say his line, part of the paper flew off when he hit it. It was really funny. Now everyone was laughing. Then we got into two lines: those who were reading the lines of the accused, and those who were reading the lines of the accuser. I had been yelling my line at Eliot in the circle, and he asked me (in the lines) who he yelled at (he was in the other line). I replied, "Rebecca, I guess." She had been after him in the circle. He said he wanted to yell at me, because I was yelling at him. xD
Oh, and when we were still in the circle, after we had done the paper-hitting one, some guy from the class next door came in and asked if we had Adam in our class. My teacher said no, and a bunch of people hit their papers with each word as they glared at him and said, "No we don't!" It was really funny (again), and everyone was laughing after the now-confused guy left. xDDDD It was one of those things that you really had to be there for...Pfft.
I'm sleepy. I think I'm gonna go sell stuff. xDD It works. Not.
More later!
Love,
A Tired Faye
English was pretty fun. We had a piece of paper with a bunch of lines from a play or something on it, and we were each assigned a line. Oh, we were standing in a circle. We went around and said our lines loudly. Then faster. The we pointed to ourselves when we said I, me, my, or we, and pointed to the people to our right when we said you, your, or yourself. Then we whacked our papers on the three most important words in our lines. I was standing next to Eliot, and he was hitting his paper really hard. We were both cracking up. When it was his turn to say his line, part of the paper flew off when he hit it. It was really funny. Now everyone was laughing. Then we got into two lines: those who were reading the lines of the accused, and those who were reading the lines of the accuser. I had been yelling my line at Eliot in the circle, and he asked me (in the lines) who he yelled at (he was in the other line). I replied, "Rebecca, I guess." She had been after him in the circle. He said he wanted to yell at me, because I was yelling at him. xD
Oh, and when we were still in the circle, after we had done the paper-hitting one, some guy from the class next door came in and asked if we had Adam in our class. My teacher said no, and a bunch of people hit their papers with each word as they glared at him and said, "No we don't!" It was really funny (again), and everyone was laughing after the now-confused guy left. xDDDD It was one of those things that you really had to be there for...Pfft.
I'm sleepy. I think I'm gonna go sell stuff. xDD It works. Not.
More later!
Love,
A Tired Faye
I Don't Do Mornings.
Cute icon. ^^I hate waking up. When someone tries to get me up, I'll often kick or punch them. Not consciencely, of course. Sorta.
But this morning is different. I don't know why I'm still so pissed. I'm emailing my friend, and I keep snapping at him. I feel really bad, but sometimes it just seems like everyone else are idiots. You know? Uggh. I hate mornings. It was like this last night, too, which was really weird.
Okay, here's to Kitty.
I'm so sorry, sweetheart! It sounds like you've had an awful day! Migraines absolutely suck. I was telling Toby that you're Irish guy is absolutely insane. I mean, not only are you incredibly beautiful, you're really, really, really nice, so smart, and you have a REALLY hot accent! I really hope he comes to his senses.
Guys are being dumb for me too. A friend was trying to get this one guy and I together FOREVER, but I really didn't like him like that. He just got a girlfriend. Now I realize that maybe I do like him. -.- He's really nice. But yeah. I'm an idiot.
And I like a friend as more than a friend. Which sucks like you cannot believe. I'm trying to hide that I like him, but all I'm doing is making him think I don't want to be around him! I'm an idiot. Again. -headdesk-
And my friend Toby is trying to figure out what my blog is. I accidentally mentioned it to him. Uggh. He has a really hot accent. Have I mentioned that? xD He's from New Zealand. And is moving back at the end of this year. -sigh- He told me a few weeks ago. When I asked why he hadn't told me before, he said it was because he didn't want to make me sad. So sweet! He acts like an insensitive moron sometimes, but I think he just really doesn't want people to know how nice he really is. Guys are weird like that.
Shoutout to Ellie the day after her birthday! Sorry I didn't get to this on the day, darling! I was annoyed and busy. -.- At least I got to call, though, right? ;D Good luck on you jazz singing tonight! I know you'll do great! Stun that guy! ^^
Listening to: "Hook Me Up" by The Veronicas (thanks, Ellie!)
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Welcome to my Monumentally Shitty Daye.
Yes, for those of you who may be wondering, I really do know how to spell day. I'm just cool like that. Deal with it.
I really don't want to go into a ton of detail. I didn't do most of my homework because of that stupid audition tape, which sucked because I can't play my flute when I'm frustrated. I wouldn't have been frustrated except for the fact that my neighbor turned on his motorcycle towards the end of the only time I had played the song with very few mistakes. It completely messed up the recording, and I could hardly hear myself play.
Needless to say, I went over there, ready to strangle someone. However, I honestly didn't feel like getting my eardrums blown out, thank-you-very-much (yes, it was that loud), so I went back and tried not to kill anything.
I didn't get in trouble in Japanese, thanks to my wonderful friends Lisa and Samantha, who lent me five ads for our homework.
Guess who just turned their motorcycle on, by the way. -.-
Anyways, love you guys. Lisa and Sam save the day. Ha, ha.
I got half credit in math, even though I finished my homework a few minutes later.
It's still running, and I'm getting really pissed here. It's really too bad this guy is bigger than me. It would be kinda dangerous to go over and tell him to shut up.
Plus, I was watching the--
You know what? Who cares how big he is. Be right back. I hope.
I got out there and he turned it off right before I could go over. Dangit. I'm going to go look up laws concerning disturbing of peace. Later.
Faye
I really don't want to go into a ton of detail. I didn't do most of my homework because of that stupid audition tape, which sucked because I can't play my flute when I'm frustrated. I wouldn't have been frustrated except for the fact that my neighbor turned on his motorcycle towards the end of the only time I had played the song with very few mistakes. It completely messed up the recording, and I could hardly hear myself play.
Needless to say, I went over there, ready to strangle someone. However, I honestly didn't feel like getting my eardrums blown out, thank-you-very-much (yes, it was that loud), so I went back and tried not to kill anything.
I didn't get in trouble in Japanese, thanks to my wonderful friends Lisa and Samantha, who lent me five ads for our homework.
Guess who just turned their motorcycle on, by the way. -.-
Anyways, love you guys. Lisa and Sam save the day. Ha, ha.
I got half credit in math, even though I finished my homework a few minutes later.
It's still running, and I'm getting really pissed here. It's really too bad this guy is bigger than me. It would be kinda dangerous to go over and tell him to shut up.
Plus, I was watching the--
You know what? Who cares how big he is. Be right back. I hope.
I got out there and he turned it off right before I could go over. Dangit. I'm going to go look up laws concerning disturbing of peace. Later.
Faye
Monday, October 6, 2008
Oh, YEEEEEEAH!
Any of you who know me in real life have probably heard me say that. A lot. Like, when I've forgotten something obvious. Or something.
Lisa can actually say it with me. It's really funny. She knows me that well.
Right. So I remembered what I was going to say. And guess what? It wasn't important. xD But this dude just called, and he thought I was an adult. xD It was really funny, because no one has ever done that before.
Uggh. Can't a guy and a girl just be friends? WITHOUT dating? Yeesh.
Me: (mentions something about Toby)
Mom: "Are you two DATING?"
Me: "No, Mom. We really aren't."
Mom: "Have you TALKED about dating?"
Me: "...No."
-.-
Right. Going to record my chair audition tape for band!
Love,
Faye
Lisa can actually say it with me. It's really funny. She knows me that well.
Right. So I remembered what I was going to say. And guess what? It wasn't important. xD But this dude just called, and he thought I was an adult. xD It was really funny, because no one has ever done that before.
Uggh. Can't a guy and a girl just be friends? WITHOUT dating? Yeesh.
Me: (mentions something about Toby)
Mom: "Are you two DATING?"
Me: "No, Mom. We really aren't."
Mom: "Have you TALKED about dating?"
Me: "...No."
-.-
Right. Going to record my chair audition tape for band!
Love,
Faye
I Really Should be Doing Something Else Right Now...
Oh well.
xD Yeah. That's pretty much my life. I just wrote "blouse" sixteen times. Math is strange like that. o_o
I was going to say something...but I forgot. Pffft. Oh, well.
Great Escape is a really good song. Thanks, Ellie! ;D
I'm gonna go eat something. I'm sure you really care, huh?
Baiii!!!!
Love,
Faye
xD Yeah. That's pretty much my life. I just wrote "blouse" sixteen times. Math is strange like that. o_o
I was going to say something...but I forgot. Pffft. Oh, well.
Great Escape is a really good song. Thanks, Ellie! ;D
I'm gonna go eat something. I'm sure you really care, huh?
Baiii!!!!
Love,
Faye
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Nothing To Do...So I'll Blog!
I'm just going to type random stuff here for a while, because I'm tired and bored.
Actually, I think I'm too tired. I'll blog when I actually have something to say, and am awake enough to say it.
G'night.
Oh. Wait.
It's morning.
Joy.
Faye.
Actually, I think I'm too tired. I'll blog when I actually have something to say, and am awake enough to say it.
G'night.
Oh. Wait.
It's morning.
Joy.
Faye.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Mmmm...Sleepy...
Today was a pretty good day. I only did something really dumb at the riding academy twice! ;o Not going to go into detail about that...
The campers had their first day of trotting! I was walking with a girl and the horse she was riding, and I glanced back as they were trotting. She had the biggest grin on her face! It made me really happy because she was so happy. I guess that's what people mean about me; everyone who comes to watch me ride says that I look happier than they've ever seen me before when I ride, or am just around horses! ^^
Okay, so I have a funny story:
The other day, my friend Ripley was insisting that another friend of mine fancied me.
"He only thinks of me as a friend!" I protested to her.
"How do you know?" was the reply.
I glanced over just in time to see him break a piece of paper with his head. "Just look at him!"
We both started laughing. I meant that he honestly doesn't have the brain capacity to like someone like that. xD She got it.
I am grateful to him, though. My friend Lily brought me a bag of candy as an apology for missing band that day, and EVERYONE was trying to get some. I didn't know half these people! xD
But anyways. One guy was trying to get to the candy, and grabbed my boob! I got really pissed and kicked him in the painful spot, of course. The candy wasn't even close to it!
When I told my friend what he had done, he kicked the perv really hard in the shins, and he went away. So nice of him! ^^
Well, I've been very tired for the past few days. But it rained for the first time in months yesterday! Yaaayyy!!! Happy! =D Everyone was really excited. ^^
Shoutout: Toby for kicking a perv! Ellie for my wonderful CD! I know just who I'm going to pass the chain on to! ;D I'm listening to it right now, and love it! Early happy birthday! Love you!
I'm gonna go eat meh fruit. =3 Yum! Bye!
Love,
Faye
The campers had their first day of trotting! I was walking with a girl and the horse she was riding, and I glanced back as they were trotting. She had the biggest grin on her face! It made me really happy because she was so happy. I guess that's what people mean about me; everyone who comes to watch me ride says that I look happier than they've ever seen me before when I ride, or am just around horses! ^^
Okay, so I have a funny story:
The other day, my friend Ripley was insisting that another friend of mine fancied me.
"He only thinks of me as a friend!" I protested to her.
"How do you know?" was the reply.
I glanced over just in time to see him break a piece of paper with his head. "Just look at him!"
We both started laughing. I meant that he honestly doesn't have the brain capacity to like someone like that. xD She got it.
I am grateful to him, though. My friend Lily brought me a bag of candy as an apology for missing band that day, and EVERYONE was trying to get some. I didn't know half these people! xD
But anyways. One guy was trying to get to the candy, and grabbed my boob! I got really pissed and kicked him in the painful spot, of course. The candy wasn't even close to it!
When I told my friend what he had done, he kicked the perv really hard in the shins, and he went away. So nice of him! ^^
Well, I've been very tired for the past few days. But it rained for the first time in months yesterday! Yaaayyy!!! Happy! =D Everyone was really excited. ^^
Shoutout: Toby for kicking a perv! Ellie for my wonderful CD! I know just who I'm going to pass the chain on to! ;D I'm listening to it right now, and love it! Early happy birthday! Love you!
I'm gonna go eat meh fruit. =3 Yum! Bye!
Love,
Faye
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