A “blah” couple of days

That’s definitely what I’ve been having.  I’ve been kind of sick with the constant cough thing, and my stomach has been acting so strange. Not to mention I’ve been having random boyfriend/other various problems.

Yesterday was Hector and I’s two month anniversary. I know for some people it’s not a big deal, but for me it is and he knows that, so the least he could have done was say “Happy two months, Preciosa.” The thing is…he didn’t remember. Even though I gave him the most hints I could in the entire world Monday. I said countless times, “Do you know what Wednesday is?” and when he said he had no clue, I said “Just look at a calendar and you’ll figure it out.” But apparently he never did. And yeah, it agitated me.

Then I had one of the worst softball practices ever. I had Jacob staring me down for half of it, making me more uncomfortable than I already was, and I just could not focus and catch hardly anything. At one point I actually flung off my glove and walked to the side of the field to take a deep breath and try not to cry.

My brother sent me a text and called me when I was at practice and I didn’t even care enough to respond. I get home and all he does is start hounding me about my homecoming court suit and how he has to fine a suit that matches it perfectly. So while I’m trying to run around and fix me something to eat and change for church and clean my room, he’s following me around. Eventually he even made me change into my suit so he could see the exact colors. Even though that makes no sense.

I was fine until it was time to go to church. As soon as I get in the truck my mum starts yelling about how I better enjoy this week because as of next week, I won’t be able to do much of anything. I asked her what I even did to deserve being semi-grounded, and she said that she was tired of bringing me everywhere all the time and that I needed to lose my attitude. First of all, she doesn’t bring me to about 70% of the places I go. Second of all, I didn’t even have a damn attitude. Since I was already frustrated, I started crying again and had to walk into church like that.

This morning I was actually not even talking to Hector, even though I walked with him to his locker before class. He kept asking what was wrong. But I didn’t even mention him forgetting the date; I just said that I was fine and went to art. I actually started to feel a lot better in there because I sit at a table with Courtney — who tells crazy stories — and Max — the sexy Asian that makes me laugh. So I just decided that even though it did suck that he forgot…being mad at him wasn’t going to fix it. I am going to bring it up to him later though.

The rest of the day was pretty good. I was nervous about softball practice today; I’d heard he was going to be kicking people off the team since there are only 16 jerseys and there are 22 players. But after getting there and exercising for about an hour, he started passing out the uniforms. And I was the second-to-last person to be called. However, he didn’t kick the other players. They just didn’t get uniforms yet. Since I was one of the last ones I got 2XL-sized pants and shorts and a Large jacket. My jersey is a small though. And my number? Nine, baby. Fo sho.

Once again, after practice was over I checked my phone and saw a text from my brother. And once again, as soon as I got home he was following me around again wanting to try on four different suit combinations and ask me which one looked best. I really didn’t give a crap. I should have said something smart like, “Hmm… I really like that, but not on you. Maybe we can change the person instead of the tie?”

To make matters worse, I then found out that the soccer playoff game is going to be Saturday. Yes, Saturday. Homecoming Saturday. Which means my boyfriend is going to be far, far away. Good news? It’s at 3 — five hours before homecoming starts. Bad news? It’s in Monroe — two hours away. But if they play at 3, the game lasts about an hour and a half, and it takes two hours to drive back, they’ll be back by seven-ish. But then he’ll still have to take a shower and get ready and everything… I’m hoping he’ll just be a little late, if anything.

Well, I’ve got to go straighten my hair and paint my nails before tomorrow comes (and then I have a date with Condemned: Criminal Origins) , so I’ll end it here.

truly yours,
.chizuru

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Now playing: Flyleaf – Chasm
via FoxyTunes

My procrastination needs help

Because yet again, I have decided to wait until the last minute to write a blog. I had all the time in the world to write yesterday, but instead my brain told me to stay in bed and play Assassin’s Creed II all day. And today is just busy busy busy…but I don’t wanna break my resolution.

Surprisingly, I really don’t have too much to say about my week… I went to a soccer game at Bolton on Monday because softball practice was canceled, and we WON! I was so happy because we hadn’t won a game since we played Menard a month or so ago. It was also the first game I’d been to since the games in Monroe. On Wednesday there was another game against Red River, but I had to miss it because of practice. Of course, since I had to miss, I missed the most epic thing ever: Hector actually managed to headbutt a ball into the goal.

Thursday they had yet another game against Glenmora, and I really wanted to go because they always kick G-Mo’s booty. I already had it all planned: Elisha was going to come pick me up from Rapides at five because that was what time our practice was supposed to end, and she was going to take me to the game. Well…Coach Smith decided at the last minute that practice was going to end at four thirty instead. I asked Mrs. Bordelon (our assistant coach) if I could call my ride and tell her to be here thirty minutes earlier.

She said yes, and I talked to Elisha and that there was no way she could be to Rapides that early. I told her that it was fine; I’d just wait by the gates for her. Mrs. Bordelon VOLUNTEERED — yes, VOLUNTEERED, make sure you understand that word — to stay and wait with me. So as four thirty rolls around and the minutes start ticking by, I tell her that she can leave anytime she wants to. I mean, it’s not like I needed adult supervision to wait on a vehicle. But she tells me that she doesn’t want some random guy to drive by and pick me up.

And this is where the anger started to set in. “If anyone drives by and sees me, they’ll be like, ‘Ew, look at that ugly chick. I don’t want her,’ and just keep on driving.” Mrs. Bordelon responds with, “No, what would happen was that you would be so excited that someone was actually paying attention to you for once that you’d hop right on in!”

Yeah. I know. Super ultra mega teacher burnage. And the worst thing is that I couldn’t say anything back because I’d get in trouble. Then she decides to greatly increase my anger even more by telling me that I have to run extra laps at the next practice for making her stay late. OMGWTF? I told her to leave like eight times! It’s her own fault she didn’t.

Finally, Elisha showed up and I left, even though we showed up to the game about twenty minutes late. Of course, we beat G-Mo six to zero. My mood regained its happiness over the course of the game and the time Hector and I spent at CiCi’s afterwards, so it was a pretty good day besides the evil assistant coach. -cough-

And now for today… The first thing I did was go to Odell’s to pick up some random lunch-related items for the house, which we brought back to my dad at home. Then my mum and I headed back to Marksville and stopped at Cato’s to look for my homecoming court suit and dress. Shortly after, we went to Wal-Mart to buy groceries and then to Blockbusters. I rented Jennifer’s Body; I almost rented This Is It instead but I figured Jennifer’s Body would be more my style. My mum and I also went to visit her friend Shirley that she hadn’t seen in a long time. I ended up borrowing a black and blue dress from her.

Ahhh, but the dresses issue is giving me such a big headache! She also had this very very cute (and slimming, might I add) black dress that I loooved and it looked good on me, but my mum said it was more of a “business-associate-dinner-dress” than a “let’s-dance-all-night-at-homecoming-dress.” The blue and black one is flow-y, so that when I spin it twirls up and it has cute little ruffled sleeves. I even have a cross choker to go with it. But the black one is form-fitting and just beautiful. So should I get the black one instead…? Or stick with the blue and black one? Either way, I have my homecoming court skirt suit and dress now, despite the fact that I don’t know which one I’m wearing.

When I got home, I played some more Assassin’s Creed II before finally deciding it would be a good idea to start on my homework. That included a geometry worksheet, biology worksheets, a Spanish worksheet, and four pages-worth of art sketchbook assignments. Yeah. I finished it all except the art sketchbook, but it’s not due until Tuesday — and I’m not even going to be at school that day because of job shadowing. So make that Wednesday.

But I actually think I’m going to work on it a little before going to bed, so I’ll stop my finger-tappin’. Adios!

truly yours,
.chizuru

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Now playing: Asking Alexandria – Final Episode (Let’s Change the Channel)
via FoxyTunes

Pausing Guitar Hero to write

Yeah. You should feel honored, because I normally wouldn’t do that. But I randomly decided to post today before the start of a new week washes away the memories of last week (even though I’ve already forgotten a lot). Seriously, the week went by so fast that it’s just a blur of school and Beta and Katelynn, haha.

Well, well, well… Tuesday was boring and softball practice was intense. I had to run six laps, do two one-minute sprints, and do one hundred crunches because I missed Monday’s practice — even though I couldn’t have went even if I wanted to since my parents weren’t home. Wednesday was way too long, mainly because I was waiting for school to be over with so I could get home, pack, and head back to school to leave for Baton Rouge. I spent the hour and a half long bus ride watching Big Daddy.

Our first stop in Baton Rouge was the Mall of Louisiana. It was so friggin’ big compared to the mall in Alexandria. I had to walk around it at least three times before my fear of getting lost went away…but the fear that did not go away while I was there was my fear of escalators. Seriously. Those things are scary as hell, and everyone was staring at me like I was retarded as I went up and down them saying, “Oh my God! Whyyy?!” and “Meep… Save me.” While I was there I spent eight bucks on the first Condemned game (because the second one is confusing and I thought I needed the first one to explain things) with the help of David and his trusty ID. And, of course, I had to buy Chinese food for dinner.

After we left the mall we went to our hotel. I shared a room with Kayla, Regan, and this random girl Tiffany. We actually had a very girly night. Mrs. Callie gave us this huge tube of facial cream; the four of us put it on and spent the night in our pajamas telling stories about our barely-existent love lives… Exciting, right? Kayla and I stayed up until four in the morning, slept for four hours, and woke up to go to breakfast after waking Regan up too.

By the way, complimentary hotel breakfast fails at life. It’s bagels and bread and yogurt. Period.

At the convention, we had to listen to this booooooooring guy talk for about two hours straight. And soon after this, when I was half asleep, I had to head to a huge room with about six hundred people in it to take an English test. I hurried through it because it was the EXACT same English test they had at the district convention, left, crossed some busy streets, and ended up eating lunch at this little diner famous for their root beer. Then, back to the convention for a few more hours for the dance/skit portion of the talent show. Most of the acts were actually really good; I was convinced that they were all gonna suck.

At nine thirty, an announcement told us the the dance would begin in thirty minutes and that we could not attend if we weren’t wearing our Beta shirts. Guess what our club wasn’t wearing? So instead of high-tailing it back to the hotel to change and double-high-tailing it back, we just hopped in our bus, went to the mall again, and ate supper there. I didn’t buy anything besides food. -sniff sniff-

Back at the hotel, I decided that I was totally not pulling another all-nighter; I went to sleep at around midnight. And when we woke up Friday morning we ate more crappy complimentary breakfast, went to the convention for a grand total of an hour and a half, and left to go to McDonald’s for lunch. I was a little pissed because the principal decided we had to be back to school before the last bell rang, so we had to leave the convention early. I didn’t get to find out if I placed in English. We got back to school at around one thirty and the first thing I did once I got back into school was hug my boyfriend. I didn’t even know I had missed him so much until I saw his face again.

So, yeah, Friday night was a bore and Saturday morning was a bore…until Katelynn showed up. We — and her friend Glynn — went to the mall and Katelynn got her right helix double pierced. I bought the second Higurashi WHEN THEY CRY manga for four dollars since Waldenbooks is having a closing sale. And Glynn bought a Hurley hat from Lids. Haha. We all ate lunch there and went to the movies to see Legion. It was reeeally good and sort of creepy, unless you can handle old ladies crawling across the ceiling and babies that save the world.

That night I slept over at Katelynn’s and we spent most of the time watching Youtube videos, talking about some stuff that’s been happening, and watching half of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Let’s do the time warp again! And when we woke up, we ate ice cream and went BACK to the mall for more shopping. Katelynn bought some clothes and I bought some black fingernail polish. I mean, I may have already had three kinds, but they all suck butt compared to the kind I got.

So then I was taken home…and now I’m here…all tired and bored and not ready to go to school tomorrow. I have a feeling that this week is going to go by very slowly because I’m looking forward to homecoming so much and it’s getting closer and closer. Oh well; I’ll just have to wait and see.

truly yours,
.chizuru

Softball schedule

So I reach into my purse, pull out my softball schedule, get up to go hand it to my mum, and whilst I’m walking out of the door and rereading it, I notice “Lauren sucks Mexican candy!” in large letters at the top. Thank you, Ms. Courtney Herrin. Thank you. Way to make someone turn around and sit back down.

Speaking of my softball schedule, we have a total of twenty-one games on it. The first is apparently on homecoming. Err, all I have to say is that it better be early in the morning because I’m not going if it’s in the afternoon. No way am I missing homecoming and I need my loads of preparation time.

And I totally have not gotten my dress yet because my mother refuses to go shopping during hunting season weekends. Next weekend is the last weekend though, so I’ll have to end up getting it the week before homecoming. Blah. Next weekend is also Katelynn’s birthday party. The question isss…how am I going to get there?  Gotta plan something. I can’t miss a bestie’s party.

In case you haven’t noticed, it has been exactly a week since my last post. That means I’m still sticking to my resolutions. My gamerscore is almost 2000 now (Thanks to some recently added points from Guitar Hero III and Assassin’s Creed II) and I have lost weight in my arms if nothing else.

The last week has been pretty adventureless (don’t mind the fact that that’s not even a word). Just school and softball practice and repeat. My biggest even was Friday night; after school I made arrangements with Mr. Laroux to help him sell some stuff this week during school, and he gave me a free soccer shirt in return. Then I went to a basketball game and to the movies with Regan and Kayla to see The Lovely Bones. I was so excited to see it because the book was one of the most interesting books I’ve ever read. The movie…sucked. Hard. It sucked Mexican candy. Haha. Well, compared to the book it did. If I didn’t read the book and I watched the movie, I guess it might have been okay, but they left out SO MUCH STUFF that it was disappointing.

Gah, the bad news is that I haven’t even seen New Moon yet and Eclipse is gonna be in theaters in just a few months. I really didn’t like Twilight — the movie was too overly dramatic and the actors were horrible. Sexy? Mmm, yes. Good? …No. But since New Moon has a different director it improved my hopes a little. Maybe she slapped Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart across the face and said, “STOP ACTING LIKE A BUNCH OF IDIOT!” If so, I applaud her.

I hope everyone enjoyed their Monday off. I slept and played Assassin’s Creed II (ballin’ game) and did my biology vocabulary that the sexy Hector Aguirre distracted me from doing Friday. It makes me happy that Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream.

Anyways, I’m going to play me some more Assassin’s Creed II and some 1 vs. 100 before bed, so I’ll click my “publish” button now. Later!

truly yours,
.chizuru

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Now playing: Skillet – Hero
via FoxyTunes

Jeez, it’s been a YEAR…

…since I last updated. Haha. Bad joke, I know. One of my New Year’s resolutions is to update my blog more often, so I’m gonna try to stick to it. I actually didn’t finalize my resolutions until Saturday — but I couldn’t get on the computer long enough to tell the world about them. Since I’m home now, though, prepare yourselves.

Lauren’s 2010 Resolutions
- update my blog at least once a week.
- start driving and start recycling.
- lose enough weight to be satisfied with my body.
- drink less soda.
- reach a 10000 gamerscore on Xbox.

Tada! Interesting list, I know. The blog one and the Xbox one are the only ones that won’t be challenging. Actually, drinking less soda shouldn’t be too challenging either; it’s just that there’s never much of anything else to drink besides milk (which I don’t like because I’m a future vegan) and water (which I don’t like because it has no taste) in my house.  Losing weight might not be too hard with softball conditioning, and me getting me license is the only thing hard about recycling.

Honestly none of them would be hard to do if I weren’t so lazy. But I am so it is. Speaking of softball conditioning, I need to tell you about the intensity of it all. On the one day that we actually had conditioning last week, I did 136 sit ups, 50 push ups, 36 leg lifts, 5 laps around the softball field, and batting practice. It was pretty extreme. There was actually a lot more that we had to do — including more sit ups, push ups, and laps, and added squats and weight lifting — but the practice was shorter than it was supposed to have been. I was so sore for the rest of the week. To be honest, I’m still sore. It’s pretty bad.

Backtracking some more, I became insomniatic over the Christmas holidays. I was so used to staying up so late that going to a lock-in at Elwood on the thirtieth, having a New Year’s Eve party at Kayla’s on the thirty-first, and attending another party at Courtney’s on the first was no big deal to me. Three late nights in a row? No problem. It wasn’t until the Monday before school that I saw a problem with it: I could not go to sleep so I just stayed up all night long and went to school with red-rimmed eyes and a giggly attitude.

You know how you go to those New Year’s Eve parties and it’s 11:59 and everyone is lighting the fuses on these gigantic monster fireworks and wearing silly hats? And suddenly, the clock strikes twelve and millions of people are screaming, “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” and the sky is lit up and couples embrace each other for a kiss? Yeah, I was so one of those people. The kissing people, I mean. I’ve always wanted to kiss someone at midnight and I finally got to.

This past weekend I went to Regan’s birthday party that was technically almost two weeks after her actual birthday. It was pretty fun between the bonfire and the karaoke and the delicious cookie cake. The only time I wasn’t having fun was when everyone was playing Quarters; I was left out since I don’t drink. But it’s cool. I planned to go to Jerry’s party Saturday night too just to see Hector but Regan (our ride) decided not to go. So I went to the outskirts of Pineville instead with Kayla to my “soulmate’s” house. That would be her brother, Shawn. It’s an inside joke. Don’t hate.

And today we had yet another intense softball practice. This included 100 crunches, 60 push ups, 60 arm lifts, 36 bench lifts, 30 weight ball throws, 30 squats, 5 laps around the field, and catching and throwing practice. This did not help to lessen my soreness. I totally came home in the worst mood ever…and I finally calmed down after a bath and a bowl of popcorn.

However, I have loads of homework to do and I don’t want having to rush to do it later tonight to add to my attitude. So I’m gonna go get started on that. Adios!

truly yours,
.chizuru

The weekend and a confession

So let me jump right into my extreme past weekend so I can get to my extreme Christmas experince! Yes, I am in a rather good mood as of now, even though I have a headache so bad that it hurts me to watch the screen while I type…so I’m typing with my eyes closed. Please ignore any typos from the Grammar Nazi.

Well, Friday was an odd school day. All of the teachers were being extremely nice and lenient. I left school at around 11:30 with Mrs. Callie, Kayla, and everyone else on the soccer team to head to Monroe. We were going to play two games (one against St. Frederick’s and one against Ouachita Public) in this tournament called Vacanze Classica, and they were spaced pretty far apart, which meant that after St. Frederick’s kicked our butts six to two, I got to spend a few hours with Hector, so it made us losing not suck as much. The second game went almost as badly with the final score being five to one.

Mrs. Callie rented a hotel room so we wouldn’t have to drive all the way back to Forest Hill and all the way back to Monroe the next day. She, Kayla, David, Bates, and I all shared a room together — and surprisingly, there was no tension. We ate Domino’s pizza and watched the stupidest movie in the world, titled Pandorum. Sorry if you’re a fan. It bored me so much that I fell asleep about thirty minutes into it.

We woke up Saturday feeling pretty awesome. Kayla and I sat in the hot tub for thirty minutes, even though the water was not hot whatsoever. I’m not even sure I’d call it warm. Then we got dressed, packed all of our stuff, ate breakfast at Burger King, and headed out to the soccer field all in the span of an hour. Our team was feeling pretty tired because they’d only gotten five hours of sleep at the most due to all the driving. By the end of the game against Ouachita Christian, five of our players were hurt and we lost five to one. Yeah. It was pretty insane. So…we all went home.

Or, more correctly, I went to Grannie’s house and played Dirty Santa for the first time. I ended up with a lamp/desk organizer/iPod player. It’s pretty beast. That night we stuffed our faces with brownies and chips and other junk food and watched iMurders. I’m happy to report that it was a lot better than Pandorum, even though it still sort of confuses the heck out of me.

Sunday Kayla and I went to the mall and tried on homecoming dresses. I know I tried on at least fifteen, and Kayla only tried on around ten. The sad news? She looked great in all of hers, picked her favorite, and now officially has a dress to wear. I, however, looked like a gigantic bag of poop in everything except one. And that one was a too-expensive floor length prom dress that I just tried on for fun. Oh well. I’m sure I’ll eventually find one; I still have a lot of time.

And Monday was probably one of the most boring days of my life. I slept until around one in the afternoon, and when I woke up all I did was read the novel Betrayed by P.C. and Kristin Cast of the House of Night series… I’m pretty addicted to those books now. The sad news is that I’m borrowing the books from Kelsey, and I’m not sure how long it will be until I can get in touch with her or Courtney again. Hopefully it’s soon because I’m DYING to get my fingers on Chosen.

Speaking of addictions, I have a confession to make: I am in love with GIR from Invader ZIM in his green dog form. Seriously. He is so effin’ adorable. I’ve had to stop myself many times from buying GIR slippers, a GIR jacket, GIR bracelet… I know what you’re thinking. “Well, Lauren, if you love GIR so much, why would you not want to buy all those things?” The answer shames me to admit… I’ve never watched Invader ZIM.

Okay, I’ve watched one full episode but that’s it. So before I get anymore obsessed with GIR I’m going to watch the series; I’m downloading it as we speak. What made me suddenly decide to do this? My good ol’ friend Chris let me know that he bought my Christmas present and it is — no way could you have guessed it — a GIR belt buckle. I’ve been wanting a cool belt buckle for a while, so I can’t wait to see it.

I totally need to tell you guys about today too. I didn’t go to sleep until around six AM this morning, and my mom busts up in my room at ten AM and says that I have to go to Alec with her. I have no idea how I managed to get up and get dressed and make it through five hours in town without passing out. I helped my mum pick out clothes for my brother for Christmas, and I bought Kayla’s and Kim’s presents — which means after I burn a few CDs and wrap everything I’ll be done!

The awesome news for today is that I got my parental Christmas present… An XBOX 360! Heck yesss. I bought two games for it: Left 4 Dead 2 and Condemned 2. I’m not really sure what other games I’d like, besides The Beatles Rock Band (which I’ll eventually get my hands on). I set it up as soon as I got home and put three CDs on the hard drive for me to jam to while I’m slashing zombies and tar people.

Remember how I once said that my room would be complete if it only had a mini fridge? That statement still stands. Oh, the joys of Christmas.

truly yours,
.chizuru

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Now playing: Attack Attack! – The People’s Elbow
via FoxyTunes

The approaching holiday

I guess Christmas is kind of like your birthday in a way: when you’re young, it’s exciting. You want almost everything you lay your eyes on and you usually get it all. Your parents try to make it special just for you. And when you get older you get the feeling someone’s trying to discreetly tell you “Hey, man, it isn’t all about you anymore.” Which is sort of okay because you don’t want as much stuff as you get older.

And, of course, I want to buy presents for friends, but my mind just draws a blank when I try to think of what to get them. I’m getting presents for eight people (Hector, Katelynn, Kayla, Tyler, Courtney, Jesse, Chris, and Kim). I know Katelynn, Tyler, and Courtney all want mixed CDs, Kim wants some glasses, and Hector and Jesse have demanded that I get them absolutely nothing. All Chris wants is for me to put music on an MP3 player… I mean, come on, people. What am I, The Music Fairy?

Courtney already gave me her Christmas present (a novel called Struts and Frets, Burt’s Bees lotion, and spearmint lip gloss — thanks babycakes) and I haven’t given any out yet. Why? Because I haven’t been to any good shopping place in too long. And I don’t have money. But things will hopefully work themselves out.

Anyways, I seriously hate that I keep forgetting to post. I’ve tried to write at least five blogs since my last one and every time I start one, I get distracted and end up closing it with only about seventy-five words written on it.

Seriously? How much more of a procrastinator can I be? I need some help. So I’m here and I’m typing and it’s past 11 o’clock and I’m tired as hell and still half-frozen from the soccer game against Menard that we totally lost and I need to sleep so I can be alert for my civics final tomorrow, BUT IT’S ALL GOOD! You people get a blog!

Basically, life for me in the past few weeks has been…better. A few little things have come up but it’s those tiny annoying things you tend to get over in forty minutes. Yes, I’m dating Hector again — and yes, it is the fourth time, but things are going a lot better this time. Honestly. The people problems I’d been having have seemed to disappear, except for a couple of people that I don’t really care about. Although I should care about one of them since my best friend is…well, there will be more about that later. Ahem.

Ooh, something I was majorly excited about: last weekend! Why? I got to stay home alone while my parents went camping! For the first time ever! Woot! And I would be doing it again this weekend, but I’m staying with Kayla. Friday and Saturday are going to be filled with soccer games.

I totally feel like there’s a lot more I need to say, but I literally almost just fell asleep on top of my laptop. Not good. So I’ll try to update again soon… Let’s hope I do it.

truly yours,
.chizuru

I love Okba Shabazz Jenkins

Because he’s sexy. Don’t ask.

How was everyone’s Thanksgiving? Good? Good. Good… Mine was…good. I guess. Actually, it was rather boring. My parents decided to go to the woods to hunt and cook a gigantic meal down there, but they’re not coming home until Sunday. So I said screw that and hauled booty to Courtney’s house.

Just so the whole world knows, I am thankful for my parents, Katelynn Cohenour, Kayla Bailey, Katie Graves, Tyler Hyde, Courtney Herrin, Chris Gaar, Jesse Strange, Kim Aubin, Hector Aguirre, Bradley Doyle, Ashley Graves, and Kelsey Herrin. And…probably some other people that I just can’t think of right now.

So I’m sitting at Courtney’s house in Kelsey’s room talking about books and boys and video games. I’m not too sure that this is the NORMAL type of gossip, but oh well. It’s what we like.

Let me tell you guys about effin’ YEC. We decorated the van wih our phone numbers, got our passes (these uber cool army-themed bracelets), headed to the mall until the first session, then listened to Ed Newton preach and Matt Papa sing. Ed Newton is a pretty good preacher…and he’s eyecandy. Matt Papa’s a pretty good singer; I looked him up on iTunes later and he’s actually a lot better live than he is on his CDs.

Of course I have to mention the fact that I got saved. Ed Newton asked those who wanted to be saved to approach him at the stage. I almost didn’t… I almost chickened out, because I stood there for two minutes thinking to myself, “What if I stop believing again? What if I do all of this for nothing?” I was crying and shaking my head as Kayla, who automatically understood how I was feeling, said “You know I’ll go down there with you if you want me to.” But soon my outlook changed to “Only I can let that happen. I am the only thing holding myself back right now.”

So I grabbed Kayla’s hand and we trotted down rows and rows of bleachers and halfway around the Coliseum to Ed, tears rolling down my face the whole time. I then had to go into a room and I was set up with a counselor… Her name was Stephanie and she was extremely nice. She listened to my story and I could tell it meant a lot to her to hear it. She gave me her phone number and email address and told me to contact her if I wanted to know anything at all.

Day two… Complete ownage. More Ed Newton and Matt Papa, more mall shopping, Real Encounters, and an epic Hawk Nelson concert. I got two feet away from Jason Dunn, the vocalist, and he smiled at me. I totally love them now. They put on a great show. (Of course, I had the chance to see them at Rock the River over the summer too but paid no attention to them since I was with Bradley.)

Day three was really short; we had one more session with Ed Newton and Matt Papa, and went to eat at CiCi’s Pizza afterwards. I totally had a spasm in the restaurant because Kayla texted me and told me she got me Ed’s autograph. Then I went home and…slept.

I totally forgot to tell my blog about me winning a drawing. I never ever believed that online giveaways were real; I just thought they were fake promotional tools, but I entered them anyway to see if they were indeed true. And now I know the are. When the Beta club went on a field trip to the district convention (that I won a trophy at for taking an English test and placing second, by the way) and stopped at McDonald’s afterwards, I was drinkin’ me a chocolate milkshake and I got a phone call from this random number. My first instinct was to not answer because I hate talking on the phone, but I didn’t want them to keep calling me, thinking they had the “right number” when I really wasn’t whoever they were looking for.

So I pick up the phone…and this dude named Nick starts talking to me about how I won a two hundred dollar prize package from Atticus Clothing and a blessthefall/Fearless Records package. He got my address, shirt size, and that was that. A week later, six beautiful shirts and a warm pimped out jacket show up at my door. The blessthefall/Fearless Records half of my prize package came in yesterday. They sent me two shirts — one white Fearless Records shirt, and one black blessthefall shirt — blessthefall’s Witness CD and a poster signed by all the members, and a buttload of stickers. I was mega stoked. I still am, actually. I can’t believe those things are even real.

Anyway, I am really tired of typing and Courtney has asked me like four times if I was done yet, so I’m gonna finish it there. I might update tomorrow…after I get back from Black Friday shopping for the first time!

Girls don’t know what they want

Case and point, my mother and I. Is it true that girls don’t know what they want, or is it just a gene-related thing? Is there a trait for “Wtf do I do now?” If so, she definitely passed this on to me.

We have to pay $120 to go on the Beta state convention trip. Each member is allowed to sell stuff at school to help earn their money, and a $20 deposit is due by tomorrow. So for the past two weeks, people have been baking their brains out and selling deliciousness. But when I finally get down to baking a pan of brownies and am contemplating throwing some cookies in the oven too, my mother says, “No. There is no way you’re using all of our stuff to earn money. I’ll just write you a check for the whole amount.” Except with a lot more cussing.

Seriously, what? We don’t HAVE $120 to just be throwing around. We’ve been behind on all of our bills because my dad hasn’t been working that much. I was gladly going to try to raise the money, but she insists on just paying the whole amount. She didn’t want to give me $40 for fall ball. She didn’t want to spend $20 to get me a bat bag and batting gloves. She doesn’t want to pay the $100 or $200 driver’s ed fee. So why are you giving me $120 for something I would rather use on driver’s ed or buying me a less crappy phone that doesn’t drop my every call?

And me… Jeez, I don’t even know what to say besides I constantly have changes of heart. It’s like if I want something I don’t know how long I’ll want it for until I want something else. And I keep hurting people by doing that.

I broke up with Kris tonight. It’s our one month anniversary today. My feelings for him have been dying down for a while…and he kept saying that I was not making any effort to be with him. Why? Because yesterday at lunch, when he sat down with his plate, I was already finished. I asked him (which I shouldn’t have even been courteous enough to do) if I could go outside. He made a huge deal out of it, complaining that I was leaving him. I said I’d see him again in no more than ten minutes after he got done eating. And today, I feel like… There’s no other way to say it. Shit. So I had my head down most of the day and whatnot, and he claimed that I was trying to ignore him. I just don’t feel good. I don’t like to talk a lot when I don’t feel good.

And now that that’s over, I feel like staying single for eight years, but I know that’s not gonna happen. Soon I’ll want something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue…

Sorry to disappoint Miss Courtney Renee and Miss Kimberly Rana, but I don’t have the strength to scan and uplaod your beautiful drawings. But I will next time…if I feel like it.

 

truly yours,
.chizuru

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I hate money

Because it rules the world, because everyone needs it, because it’s hard for someone this young to get. I mean seriously. Why can’t the government just gift us a car and a job when we turn sixteen? I really want a job now to pay for a lot of stuff I need to pay for, but there aren’t any jobs around Poland. Which means I need a vehicle, or a friend that loves me enough to drive me around. Before I get a vehicle, I need to take driver’s ed, and that’ll cost me about $200 — which I can’t pay for with no job. If a friend drives me to work, it’ll be a burden on them, unless we work in the same place. So…what the heck can I do?

Once again, no excuse for me not writing. Just didn’t feel like it, didn’t have time, too tired, blah blah blah. To catch you up (again) really quickly, you guys missed my birthday party, the Beta induction ceremony, Zoo Boo and a party on Halloween, and the field trip to Houston.

My party was really awesome. Only four people showed up — Kris, Katelynn, Tyler, and Kayla — but we still had an amazing time. At the bowling alley we bowled one game (I came in third… Go me.) during which Kris slipped and tripped on his butt, causing me to flail, causing my arm to hit Kayla’s Dr. Pepper, causing it to fly across the lane and spew everywhere. Yeah. I got ten bucks from Katelynn, a journal from Kayla, and some perfume/lotion/shower gel from Kris. (Courtney got me a present too, which she left at her mom’s house…so I still haven’t gotten it and have no clue what it is.) We also attempted to play pool. I failed. Miserably.

Afterwards we all went back to my house to play Guitar Hero 5 that I rented from Hastings. And shortly after that we tried to watch The Messengers 2, but no one could pay attention. We were all having conversations with each other. Kris and Tyler went home at eleven PM and Katelynn and Kayla so I was so excited about Katelynn spending the night because her mom hasn’t trusted her to be here for a very long time.

As for the Beta induction ceremony, well… There isn’t much to tell. I had to read a paragraph about sincerity. None of my family members came but I got some loud applause when they called my name, so it’s all good. And I got a cool pin for my jacket, w00t w00t.

I can’t say I had an amazing time on Halloween. I’d be lying. It was my first year not going trick or treating, which was pretty upsetting. Instead I went to Zoo Boo to get some community service hours. That involved me standing in the freezing cold in a short sleeved army dress well above my knees that was confused as Peter flippin’ Pan for three hours saluting random strangers. When that was finally over I had to get half naked in a car and change for Amanda’s Twilight themed party. The party was okay — I just thought it was going to be a lot of people there. But I got to see Kris for the only time that weekend so I was happy.

The field trip to the Holocaust Museum in Houston did not meet my expectations. I hate the idea of driving to a place and staying there for a shorter time than it takes you to even get there, and that’s what we did. I didn’t really learn anything I didn’t already know — but it was interesting to see actual pictures and memorabilia from the Holocaust. Personally, I think it would’ve been smarter to visit the museum and then do the three page paper we had to do. At least the museum would have been more interesting then. And oh my God, never again will I eat at the Golden Corral. The food there is disgusting (except for the ice cream).

Now, I hope that a certain SOMEONE is happy I wrote -coughCOURTNEYcough- but I’m really tired and I’m going to bed. Hasta la pasta.

 

truly yours,
.chizuru

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