Hellu everyone! I am so bored. Today, except for the last hour or so has SuCkEd. First off, school was ok - no homework at least. But then band practice. I don't like band practice, and Mr. Stout had to go and make it worse. 1.) He called me out for talking. I was not talking, I was turned to look at Brittany for one teeny second because she was picking at my derned shirt. And then, he called me out again for something I don't even know. So, yeah. He screwed with my day. Thank God it was the last after-school practice for a while. And, to end the bad part of my day (so far ... it could get worse) I went to the Fall Festival at my school. Besides being BOR-RING, Crystal stupid, gay boyfriend punched me in the eye. I'm not joking. And I don't mean one of those "I'm just playing" punches that don't hurt in anything, I mean one of those punches you give when you're trying to knock someone out!!!! >:( I should've kicked him in the nuts - let's see how funny he thinks it is then. AnYwAy. Finally to the good part. My dad bought me "Spellcraft for Teens: A Magickal Guide to Writing & Casting Spells" and "Teen Witch." Yeah, I'm considering becoming Wiccan, but I haven't decided for sure. Then we went to Checker's. Here's a few things that happeneding during school that were funny, though.
~Chris came up with "love mayonnaise." Think dirty, and you'll get it.
~The other day, I heard Kyla something (joking-wise) about Santa and I said, "Santa Claus? That man is hot!!" Yes, I am a weirdo, but it was funny! Kyla bursted out laughing and today when she mentioned it we all snickered. Welp, I'm gonna go read now. Ttyl! Yeba!

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I have decided to start joining cliques and ... YAY! Prozzak clique! I so happy! *dances stupidly* Now, it's a be as clique (after the song "Be As" for all you non-Prozzakie people) and I chose to be as quiet as I want to. I like being quiet (you may not be able to tell, because on the internet I act different - not nearly as shy, but I really am shy and quiet!) and I will be. I'm also thinking of maybe putting weird or individual. Baah, I'll think more later. Ttyl! Yeba! ^_~
I leave you with the chorus of "Be As." ^_^
"Be as white as you want to
Be as black as you want to
Be as brown as you want to,
Don't let anybody stop you.
Be as straight as you want to
Be as gay as you want to
You can wait if you want to,
We all need something to hold on to.
And if there is a way that you and I could both be free
Have a little understanding and we will be."

Today was suckulant. Not much happened. I watch Urban Legends and got a Seventeen magazine at Krogers. Then I went to the dentist and was told (for oh, maybe the thirteenth and a half time?) that I was gonna have to get this evil baby tooth that refuses to leave my gums pulled out. OH STINKIN' JOY. Like I really didn't know that already. *sigh* AnYwAy. For anyone who cares, I've been working on the Kristien fic, but I haven't posted anything new yet. I keep finding new ways to have one thing happen, and can't decide which is better. I'll decide eventually, I guess. Plus, I think it's good to leave a few days dangling between each new post, to leave readers wondering. Aren't I special? Yes, indeed.
A new dilemma. I had a decision on what to be for a Halloween (gothic w/ wrist cut) but I've recently re-watched Interview with the Vampire, and am beginning to think about being a vampire again. I love vampires, for some reason ... maybe that's why I read books about them (fiction and non), watch movies about them, write stories about them, and want to be them for All Hallow's Eve, or however that's spelt. Yeah, prolly. Anyways, if I am a vampire, this is what I'll be - a modern day vampire, with black shirts, black pants or blue jeans, and a black trench coat-like thing (hopefully). I'll have the white face and black makeup (liptick, eyeshadow, etc.) and I have these blood capsules you can put in your mouth the then bite down on to make it look like ... ya know, uh, blood coming out of your mouth. But if I do that, I prolly can't do the cut wrist thing, which I kinda wanted to do. Ah, well. I'll prolly end up going with the vampire, if I can get a trench coaty thing. Or a long black coat. Whatever. See ya ~

"Forget the ISLAND ... I survived MARCHING BAND."
That sums it up pretty nicely.
Anyway ... Yesterday we had competition. We did purty good. All one's (only band in class to get all one's, too), best in class percussion, and second place class A. Everyone but me seemed happy enough to wet their pants. And I admit, that was good, but for some reason I just didn't feel happy. It was only second place. We got second place last time. We should've got first. I hate Sheffield. They got first. If you're from Sheffield, let me say that your band is evil. Very evil. Anyway. Sheffield will be there this weekend, too (at Hartselle competition). I hope we get first place. I'm gonna work really hard. At least we're still the "award winning" Danville band, no matter if we get first or second place. And I'm sorry for West Morgan. They rocked and they only got third place class AAA. Oh, and that reminds me. At the competition they have this thing called Band-O-Grams. You pay a dollar and you can get the guy over the intercom to say whatever you wrote. I made it so the dude said "GO KENDRA!" right when West Morgan came on the field so EvErYoNe heard it. Heh heh. ^_^ And then Crystal screamed "GO KENDRA!" again, and Kendra said she certainly did heard Crystal's big-mouth-edness. Heh heh. After that, when West Morgan finally got dressed in their normal clothes and went to sit down, I saw Kendra getting food and crept up behind her. I put my hands over her eyes and it was funny! Then I walked around with her and talked. Whee. I'm bored. Oh, and I bought me some dark flannel pants that say "FLUTE" on the butt. I'm gonna wear 'em Wednesday, when we get back to school from fall holiday. Welp, I gotta go. I'm going to see a movie later (maybe). Either Barber Shop or Sweet Home Alabama. Ttyl! Yeba!