I bought myself some new jeans yesterday. My old ones had pretty much died (and by that I mean they had gaping holes in the thighs from so much use), so I needed some. I went to this mall near coon bi, and I went into this store where they sell jeans by actual measurements. I have to say, I prefer to say my size as "five short" as opposed to "28 x 29."
Those numbers are too close to each other. Granted, the length number is larger, but only by an inch.
This has inspired me to get into shape this summer, and hopefully increase the difference between those figures.

Aw... Isn't he cute?
Andy's napping and Alex took a sneaky sneaky picture of him. Yay.

I am chewing on a baby toothbrush at a standup computer in the media center. The thespian wakeup was today...
My parents had been acting like they were going to come every single night, which made me really paranoid when I went to bed. Then last night, they decided to act as if the thespians weren't coming.
But they were! Sam and Greg came into my house and carried me out. Then we drove to Perpech and yelled at the school and went to Perkins. (Perpech and Perkins. LOL).
I had soo much coffee so I'm really crazy. Or I might not be crazy from the coffee, but from waking up at like 5:30 and listening to Jesus music. One or the other.
No one showed up to study this hour (and by no one, I mean Andy's the only one not here) so I'm blogging to fill the time.
I love the pretty pretty sign Sammy made me in 3 hours (3 hours. OMG).
I hope I don't have to present in psych today, because I am not ready. My dad wrote a note to mr. psych, which he gave to Sam and Greg at my house. It's signed with my dad's name, the date he wrote it (yesterday) and the time (11:00 pm). I laughed so hard. Who writes the time on a note?

Way. Too. Cool. (Look close, it's not in English)

Ooh! Ooh! I saw the coolest truck today. It picks up trees from the ground, using five scooping/cutting shovel things. They use it to replant already full-grown trees from one place to another.
I was sitting in the parking lot of the church behind my house, so I went down there and drew it for an hour or so. While I was sitting there the security guy for the truck came over and parked his pickup right next to me. He didn't get out or say anything to me, he just sat there. At least, I'm hoping it was a security man and not some pervert. Hmm.
Anyway, the truck was broken, so this man came to fix it. When he arrived, the man in the pickup drove off. Either because the truck was safe because of the mechanic, or because the mechanic was frightening him away from his pervert-y ways. You decide.
If I can EVER get my scanner to work, I'll scan in my drawing of it, but for now, amuse yourself with Google's preferences. Jessica discovered them during psych, when her computer was set to Elmer Fudd. I like the h4x0r version better.

Theater banquets are always bittersweet. This year's was amazing because I bought the coolest dress in the world, and wore pink fishnets and three inch heels. I either looked like a prostitute or a "sexy Amelia fish," as Jon put it. I thought I looked good, so that's what mattered.

I also had too much fun dancing, especially to the "dance, too much booty in the pants" song. It started getting overplayed because they didn't have quite enough music, but it was still a quality song.

Riki was really sad, so I spent some time sitting and talking to her. Andy said I was being hypocritical trying to get her to cheer up because one of my classic depression lines was "don't tell me to be happy!"

I'm really sad about all the Seniors (although I saved all my crying until later, aren't you proud?) but I got extra sad about Greg. I finally got him to explain why he was going into West Point and the Army, and his reasons are too good. It's one of those really optimistic thoughts: "well, I bet they don't have good reasons and I can talk them out of it." But he knows why he's doing it, and I agree with him about a lot of it. I agree that the Army is doing some good in Iraq, that we can't just pull out now, and that someone needs to be there. I understand that he wants to give back to his country, I understand it's not a political thing. I understand that armies are a part of the world, and that wars always happen. I see that it will give him a lot of experience, and that he's the sort of person who will fit in well.

But I don't agree that joining the armed forces is the only way to help the world. I don't agree that being in the Army is better than being in the Navy or the Air Force because you'll be on the ground. I don't think that being able to look at the person you are shooting is going to help you make a decision as to whether or not they need to die. I don't think it's always as clear cut as killing innocent citizens versus killing terrorists. I think it's going to be hard to know that, even if you're only killing the 'terrorists', that you're doing the right thing.

But I'm glad he's doing it, because I certainly couldn't. I could never kill anyone, even in the name of saving a country.
All I can say is, I'm glad you're sticking up for what you believe in and doing something that matters. I expect to see you when you get out of Iraq, and it better be in living flesh. Ok?

I'm sad about all the other Seniors, but it seems like crying over graduation is like worrying about never getting to see someone again. And I believe I will see them all again. The only one I worry about is Greg.

Last night was the district fine arts festival, and I wish that theater was always like that. It was fairly well organized, with the exception of the fact that the stage crew didn't have a clue as to what they were doing. I was a "runner" with Andy which meant that I had to make sure that everyone was onstage at the right time. Greg commanded us from the booth.
What made it fun was the fact that little miscalcuations sometimes came up. Two groups were supposed to squeeze through a narrow stairwell in the space of one act, etc. In these cases, I got to make executive decisions, rerouting people outside, up stairs, or through other doors. I love power. Tee hee.
One of the boys I'd lent money to last year (I was going to post the link to the backstory, but apparently I never wrote about it) remembered that he owed me, and promises he'll give it back to me soon. I am doubtful.

My life since my last post in 25 words:

Slept, ate, examed (IB psych & chem).
Theatered. Almost thespian-ed.
Tried to do schoolwork. Failed.
Spent time with Andy (Yay!).
Was sad about Seniors.
Whew.

I'm trying to keep it all together until school lets out (someone said it's only 20 days, not counting weekends) but it's really hard.
Currently I have both my own craziness and Colette's disease.

Yesterday I went out for brunch with my mom, and dinner with my grandma. I kept seeing someone out of the corner of my eye, or hearing a voice, and turning around expecting it to be Justin out with his mom. Obviously, it wasn't. But that didn't stop me from doing it I don't know how many times. My love goes out to his mom, who must have had a hard day yesterday.

I felt ill yesterday evening, dizzy and feverish. And I woke up today with Colette's disease (I'm assuming) and spent some fun time vomiting and sleeping til 1. The best part is I took some Alleve (pain killer + fever reducer = magic drug), and wasn't able to keep it down. Ugh. I know everyone enjoyed at little bit of sharing, be glad I keep the best details to myself.
I should have done homework but instead I sat around and pitied myself. I know, I know, how productive of me. The one useful thing I did today was update this and my new dream journal.

Andy's being whiny, and that makes me sad. So I decided I'd give in and actually do a blog about him.
I know he hasn't been mentioned except in passing for the last six months (yeah... that's how long we've been dating). Just so you know, he won't mention he has a girlfriend to anyone on FFXI because "it'd be awkward." Similarly, I avoided writing the "awkward" blog thus far, but now I actually have to buckle down and do it.

So. For those of you not familiar with this boy-toy of mine, he's really tall. Like a foot and a half taller than I am. He's blonde, like me, and really pale and Aryan (also like me). People usually think we're brother and sister, which is awkward for everyone, but especially for them if they happen to catch us making out in some dark corner. (Not that this has ever happened).
And. We've been dating for six months which is crazy. Since when do boys like me? Huh? Huh?
I could tell a horrible story about how this whole thing started, but it's rather embarrassing and mean. It involves me being really awkward and oblivious, breaking up with the kid I was "dating," and going out with Andy. Only he never asked me out, so we did all sorts of boyfriend/girlfriend things without it being official (like going to movies and stuff, you pervert).
I think I must have made him ask me out at some point, but we decided we'd pick the day we'd really become a couple (last day of October, FYI) as our anniversary or what have you, instead of the day we actually offically started dating (some other day in November, probably).
Suddenly, a month or so after this whole issue, I became depressed. Not related to Andy at all, that's just the time frame. I got all sad and such, and then Justin died and I got even sadder. Andy got to deal with me obsessing over another boy (albeit a dead one), and come to think of it, he's still dealing with that.
He was amazing and kept me from doing all sorts of self-mutilatory behavior, which is good. But he didn't get as much affection from me because I was sad (that's bad).
He does adorable things like bring me roses for our 6-month anniversary, mostly because I'm whiny and make him feel bad.
But he's an awesome guy and I love him for it.

He wanted a blog about how much I love him, and how I'm never going to leave him and we're going to grow up and have little Aryan babies together, but this blog wasn't really about that. Sorry. (Love you, Andy!).