Well hmm...

I think I must come off as dishonest or something, because my friends never believe me when I'm telling the truth. 
First of all, I didn't jack up the sound equipment in the auditorium. I didn't. Whomever took that cart out a week and a half ago did. All the cords were messed up and I just tried to put them right. I didn't disconnect any from the powerboard, I just connected them to the base in the stairs, and I tried to get the volume to work. I didn't press any buttons and I DIDN'T MESS IT UP! Sorry, a little bit of a rant mode there. I tried telling them that, but guess what, they didn't believe me. I can't say I blame them too much because I definitely know how irritating it is. I can blame them however for not talking to me about it like adults. They blindly accuse without knowing. Wait, that is the majority of adults for you. Never mind then. 
The second one I do kind of appreciate. He's this guy that's a junior, and I really do think that he does care. He asks if I'm doing okay, and he says I can tell him anything, and that I can be honest. I can't make heads or tails of it, but I'm happy that he asks. He's basically the only one that does. 

Third, well. Nevermind. Well actually, I guess it's just paranoia/boy sense. I don't have a lot of it granted, but I have enough. Enough to be fairly certain that I'm being stared at. But by who? Whoever it is, I hope they say something. I hate being left in the dark.

Halloween was today, and it was a blast. I decided to be a vampire and I made my own homemade blood! I found a video online, and it was really easy. Just flour, pancake syrup, and food coloring. I botched up three batches before I got it right. It was worth it though. I also got to wear totally awesome bitch boots to school! Rocking, sexy, hottie boots! I was very very happy. Even though I did twist my ankle on the way to school...
Damn, my first twisted ankle and I don't have a cool story to back it up. Oh well, I can pretend I got into a bar fight. XD

I met up with Sabrina and Raven on the bus. It was odd seeing them again. It just seems like they're popping in and out of my life like crazy. I just keep seeing them on the RTD. I was actually just sitting there and they boarded. And Sabrina said, she's on this bus somewhere. And I turn around. It was funny. Raven looked just like he did before he started growing facial hair, and it was amazingly adorable. But, there was another girl there that I met. I think she's his girlfriend. But she also was very nice. And I loved her clothes. :) I don't hold ridiculous grudges or arguments that I know I'll lose. It seems pointless to me. 

Editing is turning into a job, but a fun one. My little teen author just keeps getting better and better, and her chapters get longer each time. I am truly enjoying myself, even if I am acting as a resident therapist. lol

It's a Case of Overprotective

Three guesses what this means. 
If you guessed my mom, you would be right. 
I forgot to call her when I got to school this morning and she was freaking out. She can't just trust that I can get to school on my own. Why can't she? It's because of her damage, but it's not mine. It was an accident that I didn't call her, seriously. I turned off my ringer on the RTD because I didn't want it to ring and disturb anyone. Then, when I got into school it completely slipped my mind to call. And with that I missed her six calls. She was seriously planning to call the police. And that is not okay, it's just not. I'm tired of being worried about missing a call, just one single call can send my life to where it's at right now. Misery. Anger. Frustration. I hate that it's like this, I really do. But I'm stuck, I'm stuck with it until I move out.

Flashback

Talk about ghosts, I swear I've seen too many. And in the strangest places. Today I was at the lightrail station and I ran into a student from last year. And it was just weird seeing him again. Deja vu, hello? But, despite all his asshole moves from...ever, he seems to be doing well now. It's a good thing.

Fleeing

That's what I felt like today. I felt like I was on the verge of running away the entire time. Honestly, if I could have, I would have left school early. It wasn't even that I was upset, or ignored, or even bothered. I just felt claustrophobic. I even skipped drama today, I just couldn't handle it. And I wanted to handle it, I really did. Especially after school. I was outside the auditorium, bundling up to head to the buses. And a guy walked by with his friends and started talking, standing by the auditorium. And then one of them, he started break dancing. Not only was it awesome, but I wanted to stay and talk and I wasn't sure how. 
My friends repeatedly point this out to me. They point out the clearly obvious and embarrassing fact that I'm too shy. For heavens sake, I made a comment about not wanting many slow dances at homecoming, and I was looked at like I was a nut. I'm not a nut! I'm a cheesecake! Her words were, 
"You're just to shy to grab a guy."
And yes I bloody well am! So what! I guess that if I dance with a guy, I want to know that there's something there. Anything really. I'd take lust, curiosity, pity, anything. Well, not pity. Scratch that. But you get my drift. I'm just not a random dancer person. If someone came up to me, I don't think I could turn them down, but as for grabbing one off the side, nope. I can't do that. 
I also want to dye my hair before homecoming, but I'm not sure what color to choose. I'm thinking purple or blue. Maybe black. I definitely don't want red, and I don't want to damage my hair to badly. So I don't know. We'll see I guess. I'm definitely asking mom for a sleepover the weekend of though. I need help.
It was also bloody cold today. I felt like I froze. That wasn't fun. I've got to finish up my drivers education and get a car. And soon! Otherwise, I'll be a Popsicle.
Life, you have weird ways of twisting me about. 
P.S. I am now director of the Glee club! Add this plus drama club, I will have a very busy year. Not to mention debate. Oi.
P.P.S. I am proud of myself! I found a way to rig one of the back doors to the auditorium so that I can always get in during my free periods. I have my middle periods before lunch open everyday and I love it. I have to rig the doors because the office won't open them otherwise. They say I need a supervisor, but I don't. I'm almost 18, I'm responsible, and I won't ever be able to convince a teacher to camp out in the auditorium for a full hour and a half! Also, the auditorium is the only quiet and deserted place in the entire school anymore! There is never a place for a girl to get some peace from the constant chatter of middle schoolers. I like listening to the high schoolers, mostly because the conversations make me smile. But middle schoolers...They're like squirrels on crack. They. Never. Stop. 
Okay, I'm rambling so I'm cutting this off here.
Farewell my fellow cheesecakes and nuts!