Note to self

Explain Journey of Self-Improvement later.

I'm back!

I just had stuff to do. Here's a basic list of stuff I did while I was away:

-TURNED SIXTEEN! YESTERDAY!
-Dunked my english teacher at the Terry Fox Run! Yeah!
-Fell out of love with DH
-Read lots of stuff
-Finished most of my Hallowe'en candy (Last trick or treating adventure was this year, sadly. Goodbye, free candy...)

And I'm sure I'll think of more, but for now that's it. It's too bad; it would have been fun to describe the dunking.
I'll do it now.

I was the last person to try and dunk my teacher. One guy actually wanted to not let me have a go, but the other guy and my teacher both told him to let me try. I got three balls.
The first time I tested it, nearly hitting the button that would make my teacher's seat in the dunk tank collapse, dropping him into cold water. The second time, I took my time. I got into the proper throwing stance (one foot in front, hand behind head) and threw- and I hit it straight into the middle of the bottle. (I just remembered it was a bottle, not a button, because the button broke and we had to replace it.) My teacher went straight into the water, and I ran to my brother, shrieking "I did it! I did it!" At the top of my lungs.
It was great. :)

Today I did a stupid thing. I was walking to school from the bus and someone held the door open for me. I turned to say something to my brother and- SMACK! The door hit me right between the eyes.
Heh.

Another thing I did was last week I went to drama and we were doing this improv thing. You had to pose, randomly. Two people would be on stage, posing, and they'd have to think of a reason to be that way.So I went up, and because I was feeling slightly evil, picked a slightly innapropriate pose (we're allowed to do that, it's just it's not often we do): I sat on the floor, legs spread wiiide, hands on the floor near my back. I got some giggles and an "oh dear" or two at that, let me tell ya. So I'm smirking, feeling deliciously evil. The guy is in this sparring stance. He goes first- "Gee, my swordfighting isn't THAT good," he said, which got a few laughs. Then I realize that I didn't think of a justification for my pose or his, I was too busy laughing inwardly. And I blank. And then, then the guy says this: "I'm ready for your parry if you're ready for my thrust". I just kind of die slowly and they take pity on me and I get to pretty much crawl off the stage.
So, yeah. It's kind of a funny story, so I thought I'd share it. This is also my method of ceasing the self-beating-up over it. But I did learn two things: 1) Stick to stuff you won't die slowly at the mention of, and 2) Always have a plan.

That's all for now, 'cause I want to go read a fanfic. See ya!
By the way, if anyone has any idea on how to put a hit meter on here... tell me please?

AH-CHOO!

I'm sick today, so I get to stay home from school. It's great.
So far I've:
-read Midnight Sun (the PDF version that I got off the website. I'm not the idiot who downloaded it illegally and made it get postponed for a while.)
-read and saved the rest of my RPGs
-read the rest of a fanfiction on my computer (I copied one chapter to WordPad so I could read it and it wouldn't count as part of my computer time. I did this to all my other reading material, too. See, if I use my room computer, which has no internet, it doesn't count.)
-done the laundry
-checked both e-mails
-gone on eC
-updated my blog

So, yeah. I'm going to try and make these posts a little less angsty and a little more interesting.
Anyhow, I'm kind of getting bored and I want to watch some Ouran, so BYE.

The Day I Nearly Killed Someone

Or at least concussed.
Anyway, in my english class, we have a talking stick, which is actually a frisbee. Someone threw it wrong and it landed next to me, so I picked it up, and the teacher wanted me to throw it back. I have really bad aim, so i wasn't too eager, but I tried- and it nearly crashed into the face of one of the boys sitting near the teacher.
The guy isn't popular or anything, and anyone could see it was a complete accident (I've demonstrated my total lack of aiming skills before) so we all laughed, but I was really embarrassed. I mean, I nearly decapitated the poor guy with a frisbee!
I apologized, of course, but I couldn't stop laughing about it once I got out of school.

I wonder. If he had been killed by a frisbee to the head, would I have gone to jail?

Wellllll...

School was... fast. I got math homework. But only a bit. It was a good day, but it was hard not to notice some things.
Like how I was surrounded by empty desks in math. And how I could have moved and no one would have minded, but I almost... chose to be alone.
Or maybe I was too embarrassed to move. I guess I didn't want to look like I was desperate for company.
And like how I laughed at what David was saying most of the time, but... it's obvious we don't have the same feelings for each other.
And how I noticed how one girl's hair looked a lot like my friend's, and it sort of made me blank out for a bit. Because some things I want to forget, even though I probably won't. Ever.
How I realized that I wouldn't be alone in math class if my friend hadn't practically dropped out of my school.
How I realized how painfully awkward I must have looked in english.

And I'm angsting. Great. What the heck.
I hate when I get like this. When it feels like I'm just... not worthless, but pretty close.

Well, tomorrow's another day. :)
Smilies are fillers. You can use them when you don't mean them.

I feel so much better now.

Well, David replied to my email, and we've pretty much cleared things up.
Which is great! The only thing that sucks in my life right now is that Sangy is away, which means I'm BORED OUT OF MY MIND.
Oh well.
I am not supposed to be on the computer right now, but my brother is being a sweetie and won't tell on me.
I lost my computer time for today because Dad caught me sneaking on yesterday.
Guess it had to happen eventually. I mean, I've been sneaking on while he was in the house for ages.
That was the first time for two months that he's caught me though. So I guess I'm a good sneak-er. Not sneaker. Sneak-er. So I'm not a shoe.
GOTTA GO BYE

Bleeeeargh.

I'm so bored.
But I read a few good books. If you're looking for light, funny-ish material and have a thing for vampire stories, I recommend The Good Ghoul's Guide to Getting Even, by Julie Kenner. It was a fun read.
If you want something a bit heavier as topics go, then try ALT ED, by Catherine Atkins. It was sad, but it does have a happy ending. It's a damn good book.
Now, if you're okay with topics like suicide in books, then I have an uber-good book for you. Seriously. If you can handle what's in the book, DON'T PASS IT UP. The name of the amazing book is: Thirteen Reasons Why, by Jay Asher. Seriously, it was so good. I promised myself I'd go to sleep at nine and I stayed up 'til eleven thirty almost just so I could finish it, even though I knew I was going to get like, no sleep. It was worth it. I think I might read it again, actually. It was that mind-blowing.
You want a summary? Go on wiki, I'm feeling lazy. Plus, I doubt that my blog is getting many hits. Who cares about my thoughts when you can make your own?