MY BIRTHDAY!!!!!

Guess what? It's my birthday. :) Yep, it's my BIRTHDAY! I'm fifteen today. Because I'm just that cool. That means I can drive... with my parents, but still. And I'm going to D.C. in three days for my birthday. I'm super insanely excited. We are going to go to the Newseum which will be amazing. It's a museum entirely dedicated to news. It will be fantastic. Jeez you have no idea how excited I am. Although I don't feel too different... But it's still my birthday! You should be excited, too. Just because. I'm going to go enjoy my birthday now. Have a magnificent day.

An Awkward, Antisocial Freak

Yes, that's me. An awkward, antisocial freak. Let me explain why. I would rather sit in my room all by myself and read a book than go to a party. I would rather take the long way out of school than to run into the crowd outside the main doors. I would rather watch videos on youtube than go to real concerts. I would rather write an intense story than experience one. In order to avoid meeting new people, I just don't talk to them. In order to make friends, I must be introduced. In order to keep away from crowds, I simply don't go to crowded places. In order to keep my pride, I don't talk to people, because I feel like I always say stupid things. Essentially, I would rather be a recluse than a celebrity, a hermit rather than a politician, a reader rather than a party-er, a student rather than a teacher. When you find someone equally as terrible as me, let me know. Because I'd love not to have to meet them.

Procrastination

I'm exhausted. I left my house at seven in the morning and didn't get home until nine. I played, as a JV tennis player, against V2 singles players and lost. And now I still have so much to do. But I'm procrastinating. The worst part is, I'm aware of it and am not doing anything. I feel like a horrible person, but I certainly do not want to do my homework. I really, really need to do my homework. REALLY. If my math textbook wasn't online, I would disconnect my internet. But it is, so the internet remains. Oh, terrible and wonderful internet. I hate you and love you at the same time. Whereas I only hate doing homework. I will abandon my love (and mortal enemy) to complete the one and only thing that I really truly hate. But I did want to read a new blog I heard about...

I'm Ditching Today

My friend Anna is here... from Montana. Guess how I know her? Camp. Oh yes, wonderful, lovely, amazing summer camp. I don't know what I would do without it. Her presence here today is allowing me to stay home today, otherwise known as ditching. Now, I'm not the kind of girl who would otherwise ditch class, since I really hate missing school, but I don't mind so that I can see my friend who I hardly ever get to see. And it sure is wonderful. I could stay up late reading my book (Snow Falling On Cedars, which is quite good, by the way), wake up at nine, sit around and eat food like a fatty and then sit and type this random post that no one will ever read. Oh, anonymity. I love it. I think I would cry if I ever became famous, because I cannot stand people looking at me. While I may gripe about no one ever reading this, the truth is that I would rather hide in the shadows than stand in the spotlight. Yeah.... Now I will go actually use my ditch day to spend time with my friend. Have a lovely day while I sit here in my house, not doing schoolwork. Ha. :)

BusyBusyBusy

I have been busy. Last week I had tennis every single week day, dance on Monday and Tuesday, a choir show on Thursday and Friday and dance again yesterday. This week will be essentially the same, except without a choir show and with a tennis match tomorrow rather than just practice. Wish me luck. I will probably lose. In addition to all of these exciting things, I watched Center Stage this weekend. By myself. Because I have no friends. Just kidding. But I did watch it by myself, and it was quite entertaining, for being a weird dance movie for losers like me (Glee reference there... didja get it?) and also for being a 90's movie in which they wear really terrible shoes. You should watch it, if you're into that kind of thing. And it's never a bad thing to look at some fairly attractive guys dance around for a while, although one tends to get rather sweaty. Aside from watching Center Stage on Netflix, today I studied. A lot. I studied my online driving course (online because it would be basically impossible for me to actually take a real course), I studied for my geography quiz and now know every country Africa. I am really sure that this knowledge will be useful to me one day (not), although it will be rather fun to tell people that I can find every single country in Africa on a blank map. That's what all the cool kids do, right? Maybe not. I also studied Julius Caesar for my English test on it tomorrow. Well, kind of. I am planning on skim-reading the entire thing quite quickly after I finish writing this. I probably should have studied more earlier. Oh, well. In case you haven't read Julius Caesar, allow me to give you my impression of the book:
Everybody dies (except for Antony and a few other random people of no importance). 
There. That's Julius Caesar. If only I could turn that in as my essay. That would make my life so much easier. Because that really is what happens....
Good-night!


p.s. If you have ever happened to see Center Stage, my dance teacher danced at the Kirov Academy with one of the guys when she was younger in D.C..... if you're interested in that kind of thing.

It's raining. Heck, it's snowing. I don't know what it's doing out there. Either way, it's about thirty degrees colder than it was yesterday (the highest temperature I recorded yesterday was 77). What a ridiculous state I live in, as it can be nearly summer one day, and snowing (snaining?) the next. Oh, and on a completely unrelated, ridiculously off-topic subject, I got some red color put in my hair yesterday. I think it looks lovely. I'm considering dyeing all of my hair that color, but I haven't decided yet. Now I have to go do my math homework since spring break ends in two days. You can say good-bye to regular posts then. And I will say good-bye to you.