Time to get my mustard and catch-up

I do have to say I am a fan of the new blogger layout. The other ones were beginning to bore me, though I'd like to think I was doing a good job in keeping mine interesting, but that task is a lot easier now, and more enticing if I do say so myself.
Anyways, a lot has gone on since I've posted my last post. [I read over my last posts to see where I was and it felt like I was reading a whole different part of my life. I was friend deprived, but not anymore.] Shoot, we've even begun a-whole-nother year! We've entered the realm of 2010. Oh great....
I had a New Year's party on the first. Do I dare say that was a lot of fun? I think I do. Lots of people came, though not everyone that I wanted. Some where out of town and some simple couldn't make it, but it was still a god time.
I also began role playing again. I role-played before but the site I was on kind of died. I guess you could say all the people went back to school and couldn't find the time to enter their next post. I started role playing again in a different website. It has multiple things to do besides role playing, which is another reason I like it, but the people there aren't very original and their posts are barely worth a dirty sock, so as I was looking for a picture for one of the RPs, I found another website and I do have to say, I enjoy it much more. They have original thread topics and great RPers in general. [of course there will always be those few frayed threads that think they are really something, but you learn to live with them.]
Probably the biggest piece of news out of this post is that my best friend applied and made it into a boarding school. Her and I have always wanted to board, and she got the chance to try to get into one. She went to tryouts and they sent her the letter [at first it was someone else's letter!] of acceptance to a school in Birmingham known as the Alabama School of Fine Arts. Of course, she is entering under the major of creative writing and is probably leaving next year to go for her whole high school years. I am excited for her, but at the same time don't want her to go. Haha she's my best friend. What did you expect?
I am trying to convince my mother to let me apply. The price is totally reasonable and I've wanted to board since God-knows-when. But she says she isn't ready to 'let me go yet.' and that 'I am too young to be away from home.'
Trust me mom, I can make it. The question is can YOU?
Sorry, I get a little worked up over things like that. I guess you could say I'm not a big fan of my mother. She is the slightly over-protective kind of person. She'll wait in the lobby with my friends until the last person shows up and we walk into the theatre. It's rather aggravating... Latosha, Amberleigh, and I  know that well.
But all in all, my life has been rather well. I few falls here and there [such as having a 'friend' commit suicide. I call him a 'friend' because I didn't really know him. He was in the grade below me. I know a lot of people that knew him and were really shook up about it. Finding out he took his life at school on a Tuesday after getting out Monday for three and a half inches of snow [which is a lot here] isn't the greatest way to start the week. Needless to say that was a rough week for everyone, some more than others. Snow isn't very exciting to me anymore.] but over all, it's been good. Exciting stuff has happened too. I don't exactly feel like going into details on everything, but my friends are amazing.

Life Life Isn't That Bad Any More

I walked in today with every expectation that he wouldn't be there because I thought I'd lost all that I had: him. But when I walked in and saw his face, I'd never felt more alive. The gap he'd left open
inside of me was filled once again.
If you didn't gather from the poem, the guy I thought I would never see again was at school.


Kisses in the rain.

Kill me. I might as well be dead anyways.

To put it lightly, today was horrible.
The sadness I'd been feeling since Thursday worsened when I walked into the gym in the morning, hoping the person I might have lost might be there. But, the thought I had all weekend still prevailed. 
I'd lost him. 
He had told me before he left that he would be gone Thursday and Friday and if he wasn't back Monday, Sarah would tell me what had happened.
And since he wasn't there, Sarah told me what he had told her. A seven word excuse that left more questions then there had been to start with.
So after that suckish school day, I had chorus practice afterwards till 4:30. 
The seventh graders don't know the alto notes
or a half not from a rest.
Well. Some of the eighth graders didn't know their alto notes either so it got annoying being surrounded by soprano-note-singing-altos while I am the only one singing the right alto notes. You'd think they'd catch on..... maybe it is just that they are deaf.
Talkative
unprofessional
full of attitude
seventh grade girls
Made the whole after school practice 
a pain in the neck.
All day I had wanted to go home and get on the computer and text the one person I really wanted to talk to. 
I when I tried to explain
all he did was laugh.
So all in all
My Monday sucked more than it usually does.

Possibilities

Last year my planning for the up-coming talent show was - to put it lightly - horrible. I realized when tryouts were 3 days before hand. So I pretty much grabbed a friend and pulled a song together, rushing my dad to record the karaoke version of the Paramore song Born For This because it was now where to be found on Amazon, iTunes, or Limewire. (So we had to record a karaoke version from YouTube). The only practice the two of us got was after school the two days before tryouts. (Then come to find out, the day we came for tryouts wasn't our day, it was someone else's and we were supposed to go the day after... but those people were late so we got to try out with Amaryst there) But it turned out okay... (if we had cordless mic sets and could use the risers in the back, I'd come up with some freakishly awesome choreography - I guess you could say - for it. THAT would've been cool...)

After the show, my dad said next year I should do it solo, but i had already decided that after it was me and my friend's turn at the microphone.

I listen to an online radio called Pandora (stay with me now, I am still on the same topic). You can listen to songs of similar genre and stuff and bookmark songs and artists... Everyday after the concert, all summer, even up to now, if I hear a song I could possibly sing for the up-coming talent show (it is at he end of the school year) then I book-mark it.

I was perusing through iTunes and decided how many songs I can get in karaoke out of the 25 songs I have bookmarked on Pandora. Only one or two came up. The one that stuck out was a song called My Immortal by Evanescene.

I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone

These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me

There is another song that I sure a lot of you have heard. It is a fairly popular 

Fireflies by Owl City

You would not beliv your eyes

if 10 thousand fireflies

lit up the world as i fell asleep

cause they fill they open air

and leave tear drops everywhere

you'd think me rude

but i would just stand and stare

I'd like to maek my slef believe

that planet earth turns slowly

its hard to say that I'd rather stay

awake when I'm asleep

because my dreams are never as they seem

Cause I'd get a thousand hugs

from ten thousand lightning bugs

as they try to teach me how to dance

A foxtrot above my head

a sock hop beneath my bed

a disco ball is just hanging by a thread

I'd like to make myself believe

that planet earth turns slowly

it's hard to say that I'd rather stay

awake when I'm asleep

Cause everything is never as it seems

When I fall asleep

Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell

But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

Two Possibilities.

Almost Like Skipping Class

Scholar's Bowl today was not so great. We had to do some thing that I forget the name of, but it was not fun. Questions were displayed on the over-head projector and we had to answer them and someone entered the answer into the computer and someone read the questions and someone entered the answer from the computer. Oh it was absolute CHAOS.! Everyone was blurting out answers and they weren't all the same answer so you had people screaming "B! B! B!" or "NO IT'S E! CLICK E!" But the Clicker has to listen to the captain because the captain has final word, so whoever the captain was was under a lot of presure. To put it lightly, we did horrible. We only got like 900 points. Last year's group had like a 11 hundred something points. It was mostly the (boy) eighth graders who were acting like complete idiots and calling out random letters when they have no idea what the actual answer is and when they did know the answer, we weren't listening to them because they had called out the wrong answer so many time. It got REALLY annoying. I think our best round was either when Allie Bond was captain, I was clicker, and Sarah K. was reader, or when Chris was leader (and Tanner D. was at computer and I swear was new to using a mouse pad). When he wasn't leader, he said a lot of incorrect answers, but when he was leader and sitting at the same table as Amaryst, Allie, Sarah, and I, he actually listened to the people at that table instead of calling out wrong answers, which was a good choice because a lot of the time, someone at our table new it, but since we were reasonable and not yelling to Timbucktoo to tell the captain that most likely sat a few feet away from you, our answers were unheard, though sometimes they got it right, when they got it wrong, it all very likely that at least one person at our table new it. So when Chris was captain, he heard us and surprisingly listened and gave those answers to the slow-mouse-moving-answer-clicker. And then afterwards... wow... afterwards was awesome. Amaryst and i were writing on our scratch paper and passing it back and forth. Max E. tried to steal it so we wrote a lot of random and awkward things on there because we were going to give it to Max to read and get weirded out about but time ran out and we had to go. We were writing all over that paper. Max wanted to read mine as well, but I wouldn't let him cause mine wasn't used for note passing. It had a passage from one of the books I am writing and I was showing it to Amaryst. I definitely did not want Max to see that. Not knowing what the book was about and having no background knowlege on any of the characters, he would be lost and confused. He would probably think I was writing about somebody and something that actually happened to me, which would be rather hard because the Hannah I know is nothing like the Hannah in the book, the Jorden isn't spelled the same as the Jordan I know, and I don't know a guy named Oliver… I don't even have a gay friend… as far as I know...

My Tripoly-Filled Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving this year even started off good. I woke up around eight-o-clock to get ready to go to church. The best part of that was the end. Luke Eckl and his family was there so I got to talk to him afterwards, which I enjoyed because he is a cool person{n} and I haven't talked to him in what seems like forever. then I headed home to prepare for my aunt Libby, uncle Ken and cousins: Brittany and Brandon coming in for our 10-o-clock breakfast. Nothing new and exciting there but the crispy bacon and pecan-loaded pancakes were awfully good. In between the time of 11 and 3, food was prepared, friends emailed, and cousins taught various video games on their request. Dinner was eaten beginning at three, chock full of all the turkey, stuffing, green-bean casserole (YUM!), potatoes, and cranberry sauce; all made from scratch, of course. Even though all the food was really good, I think my favorite part of the whole day (along with talking to Luke) was after all the dishes were washed and the table was cleared.

Our family plays a game that i am sure few have heard of, nevertheless played. It's called Tripoly. It is a mixture of three card games (hint TRIpoly): Michigan rummy, hearts, and poker. Though I don't know how to play those, I know how to play this. It is actually rather simple, but since there are so many ifs and little parts, it can get wordy to explain. but when our family plays it, the house fills with laughter and entertainment. About two rounds into it, I was paying for the next round and accidentally knocked over my mom's glass of wine and that caused a pause in the game for clean up. I had a paper towel cleaning up what had spilled onto the floor and all the sudden I hear "CRASH! I'M SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO!!" I looked up and Brittany is standing in front of what once was a drinking glass and was now a broken mess of glass shards.

If you know anything about tripoly, then you might know what i mean when I say: play went around the table without one card being played because no one had a black card, which is rare. Not only did it happen once, it happened three times.

Brittany continuously called the jack, queen, and king of hearts: heart of jack/queen/king. It was really cute.

She also tried to crack the code to try and get into my computer account afterwards, which didn't work.

It was fun teaching my 5-year-old cousin Brandon how to play, too.

We enjoy the game so much, we lost track of time. (keep in mind we started playing at like 5) All of the sudden Aunt Libby was like, "Hey! It's 11-o-clock!" Jeremy said, "Hey mom! You have to be at work at 5:30 tomorrow!" So we finished the round we were in and then cleared it all away. (yes, we seriously played for 6 hours straight) The visiting family said their bye and left.

That was my Thanksgiving. I hope everyone else's was as full of laughter as mine.

I'm Not Turning My Friday Black

If you watch TV at all, you've most likely seen all the commercials advertising all the 'mega sales' happening on Friday (today). It amazes me that people actually go to those-and quite aggressively. I have never been out on Black Friday, and I don't plan on it anytime in this lifetime. I'm sure in Florence, it isn't near as bad as heavier populated cities such as New York, L.A., or even Hunstville, but I would have just finished celebrating Thanksgiving. I don't know about you, but I like celebrating each Holiday one at a time. I wouldn't even know what to give for gifts. I hardly know what I am getting for some people a week or two before Christmas, nevertheless a month before it rolls around. Along with that, I am not an early riser. Yet, people are willing to set their alarms and wake up in time to get to the stores for their early openings; around here, they fall somewhere between 3 a.m. and 5 a.m. And then back to those bigger cities: they spend the night in front of the store they want to be first in line to. Seriously people?! And i guess because they woke up so freaking early, it puts them in a grumpier and pushier than normal mood. Three strikes, I'm out. People bug me enough as is. I don't want to get into a group of them who who is willing to trample whoever is in between them and that great deal on whatever their eye catches.

No. Thank. You.

What I learned today:

My mom is a... wait. I already knew that... never-mind.