Hello world!
Since I covered most of what I would have said last week, I will take this time to do something a little different than listing everything I did the past few days. (Trigun is awesome! That's it.)
The topic today is promises!
For you to understand why, let me share a little story. In my old school, I had Seminary right after lunch (I miss that already *tear* Next year I'll have to do online studying), so sometimes I would check out some books during lunch and start reading them, and just continue to read them until the next class started. I became friends with a girl in Seminary when I asked her about a manga she was reading before class, and from that point on we would recommend manga for each other and such.
Once, I was in the middle of Blue Exorcist, and a different guy in Seminary that sat next to me told me I shouldn't read that, because he had once flipped through it in the library and saw it contained bad words and immodesty. After a few seconds of me just staring at him in surprise, I tried to quickly explain that it was easy for me to ignore the immoral stuff, because the plot itself was very interesting. (It is!) He still seemed worried, but let it go after some girl yelled "She can read whatever she wants!"
The day that I announced to the class that it was my last time with them, he gave me a letter he had typed up. It gave detail and background as to his advice for not reading that, and just overall avoiding books and movies like it. It actually made me think a lot about it, and since I knew we were gonna go to the school to get the paperwork finished up, I wrote a letter back to him, giving him my own opinion and thanking him for his. At the end, I promised him that I would not read/watch Blue Exorcist anymore, and maybe see if I can avoid the things he was advising against a little better than before.
I managed to give it to my Seminary teacher to give to him just before we returned home to get ready to leave. I don't know what his response is to mine, but hopefully he will respect what I'm trying to do as much as I do for him.
Time skip, I was in my new school for about 2-3 weeks. I was chatting a little with a guy in the group I've been accepted into. (I'm pretty lucky I was introduced so quickly; I met them on my second day there.) He asked me if I've watched Blue Exorcist, and I said no, but read the first 4 books. (After that was the letters.) He told me that I have to watch the anime, but I awkwardly tried to tell him that I promised someone I wouldn't, and hoped he would just leave it at that.
But nope.
He continued to bug me about it so much I was getting a little scared by him. He refused to back down and understand that the reason was kind of personal. So I eventually tried to summarize what I previously explained in this post. And he got really mad at me!
He refused to believe that was the actually reason. And when I continued to insist it really was the reason, he got ticked off that I would actually make such a stupid promise. And he said "it's not worth it to keep stupid little promises."
NO. NO. NO.
You can't know how much I wanted to punch him when he said that.
There is one rule I always live by, and it is "Always be honest." When you get the reputation of always telling the truth and being sincere, then teachers trust you more, friends appreciate you more, and life is easier than for those who are known to lie and/or make excuses all the time. (I tell people that I couldn't lie to save myself, although I actually have a pretty good poker face if I need it, so now thinking about it, maybe I could. But I would only lie if it would save me and/or someone else. Only in an emergency. Not gonna lie on anything else, especially if I don't need to lie. Dang it, now I'll have to change what I tell people.)
As an extension of that, "If you say you will do something, do it." In other words, "Don't make empty promises." Because I want people to know that they can trust me, if I make a promise with them, I am guaranteed to keep it. If I don't, then that makes me a liar, right? I haven't had to make very serious promises, yet, so all my promises are only for stupid things so far, but I am proud of myself for being so stubborn to keep them.
Then here comes some guy who tells me to not keep my promises. That is basically impossible for me to do, since I'd feel really guilty, but besides that, that just sounds really rude to me. What if there was a promise you made with that guy, but then found out he broke it, with the only explanation being "it's not worth keeping." What if that tiny little thing you expected this guy to do/not do was actually more important to you than he thought? That one sentence told me so much more about his character than a lot of other things I've heard him say.
I gave up and ran to my bus (this conversation was after school, waiting for the buses to come), because I'm not the best at arguing. He continued to bug me about it a few days after that, and probably will bring it up next year at school.
It makes me so upset to know there are people who make even the smallest promises, not expecting to actually keep them. While I'm kind of sad that I'm not gonna get farther into the plot of Blue Exorcist, that is just ONE SERIES within hundreds that I gave up, and no matter how much he tried to convince me, I stood my ground on keeping up my commitment, even if I don't know what the party I made my commitment to thinks of it.
My final message: please, if you say you will do/not do something, be sincere about it. Actually mean whatever it is you say. If you don't keep promises, I really can't say your life will be as happy as possible. (Plus, I might kick your butt.) Please think about your vows, oaths, and swears before making them, even for the most trivial things. I don't know how much I can stress my point past this!
Thank you for reading my little story and rant. *hehe*
To finish this off, I would just like to say that I plan to have my first son's hair cut like Ando from Maoh: Juvenile Remix, and my first daughter like the sister of the main character of Bloody Monday. (It's been too long since I read it, sorry.) I love their hair! I'm sorry! I need to remind Future Me of this so that it actually happens!
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
Awesome Al and Pizza Bus
Hello world!
I realized that there was a lot of stuff that I wanted to share, and by Sunday I won't remember all of it! (Warning: for once, this post has a lot of pictures.)
This was my official last week of school as a freshman. They do the last week really weird here. For everyone (except seniors), it's the week where they do final exams. They do one or two exams each day, and the rest of the time do literally nothing. (Also, they don't give yearbooks until the beginning of next year. HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?!) So, throughout the days I tried to do a variety of things. Draw, write, type, (I kept forgetting to bring a book, so no reading *tear*,) etc. I think for most of it I was just sitting around listening/watching people. Yeah, I'm a people-watcher. I try to do it in a way that doesn't seem creepy, but I've been caught staring, which was a little embarrassing.
...ANYWAYS! I kinda felt like sharing some of the drawings I did.
I realized that there was a lot of stuff that I wanted to share, and by Sunday I won't remember all of it! (Warning: for once, this post has a lot of pictures.)
This was my official last week of school as a freshman. They do the last week really weird here. For everyone (except seniors), it's the week where they do final exams. They do one or two exams each day, and the rest of the time do literally nothing. (Also, they don't give yearbooks until the beginning of next year. HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?!) So, throughout the days I tried to do a variety of things. Draw, write, type, (I kept forgetting to bring a book, so no reading *tear*,) etc. I think for most of it I was just sitting around listening/watching people. Yeah, I'm a people-watcher. I try to do it in a way that doesn't seem creepy, but I've been caught staring, which was a little embarrassing.
...ANYWAYS! I kinda felt like sharing some of the drawings I did.
Yup! It is Trisha Elric, the mother of Edward and Alphonse Elric, drawn right next to her...grave... Don't get mad pleaz. I actually haven't seen a picture of her for a while, so I did this by memory. (And the stuff on the grave is just made up, of course. I wouldn't be able to fit everything in the engraving if I could remember any of it...) She might look a little too young, but that's just how I draw. It's pretty hard to draw people so they look older; they always end up with baby faces. I hope her ponytail doesn't look too weird.
The part at the top began with me just wanting to practice a little bit more drawing faces (this is underneath the Trisha drawing). But then "Sexy Back" by Justin Timberlake got stuck in my head, so I just ended up turning it into the song. *nervous chuckle*
"I'm bringing sexy back (yeah)
Those other fellas don't know how to act (yeah)"
That's the part I wrote, since it's one I could draw and I was totally sure that was part of the lyrics. Which guy at the bottom is your favorite?
On Monday, one of the first things I did was draw Al, but just the really simple one. (Do I just call it simple Al head?) I also attempted to draw the simple Ed head, but every time I do it just looks wrong. That's saying a lot considering how wrong that Ed head looks already. So I just erased and continued the doodle as if I didn't draw it on purpose (seriously, cuz simple Ed is ugly). I found this amusing, but it could be just me... (Everything said that isn't next to Al's head is Ed.)
I had later felt inspired to draw Alphonse Elric, but how he looks in Conqueror of Shamballa. I think it might be because I had recently started (and finished last night) a fanfic that had him in the appearance of the 2003 anime. I did the most I could with just memory, and this is how it came out.
I'm kidding! *laughs* I just wanted to practice drawing his eyes before starting the actual picture, and just ended up filling in the face a little more. This is the drawing you were looking for:
I guess not that bad considering, right? Although I'm annoyed at how it tends to be hard for me to draw layered clothes. It's supposed to be a black shirt and pant with the red coat over it. I remembered that he has the part of his hair to the same side as me, and also that his shirt opened on that side too.
It wasn't until I decided to look for pictures on my phone to see what I did wrong that I realized something. I always draw myself how I see in the mirror, so in my drawings I have the part on the RIGHT, not the left. (I have mentioned this before.) So I ended up doing the same thing to him.
With frustration, (yet a little happy that I was finally able to actually draw myself crying in a corner XD,) I flipped to the other side of my paper and tried again.
So much better, right? This made me really proud, even if I just drew it with closed eyes. I pulled in all of my excitement and higher self-esteem and poured it into another right next to it, with open eyes and everything.
I couldn't believe how awesome it looked! I was so afraid of drawing Al, but I just drew him more into my style, and suddenly it looked good and was much easier!
The next day, I did more casual doodles and just writing down my thoughts and stuff (I'll probs save these pictures for Future Me if I can), but I kept glancing over to my Alphonse drawings, which I was still impressed by. But it frustrated me that I, of course, did them on lined paper. I do most on lined paper. Sometimes it's just easier to do. *shrug* But then that means it doesn't look as professional (as if the way I draw is professional *psh*). I had brought a sheet of printer paper along with the sheets of notebook paper to school just for if I wanted to do it without the lines. It took at least half an hour to draw it, plus there were the tweaks and stuff I had to do, like moving down the ear, adding the little triangles onto the sides of his eyes, and changing the position of the ponytail. (Drawing hair to not look awkward can be sooo haaaaaard. I hate drawing hair!) I did all of these AFTER I took pictures, so I kept having to retake it. It was an annoying process. But in the end I got the best result I could ask for. Here it is!~
I made it big to emphasize how awesome I think it is! I mean, this is probably some of my best work! And the best part is that in the movie Al looks really young, so this isn't too weird! YAAAAAAAAAAY! *squeals in joy*
It's now my profile pic for Fanfiction.net, and I may change some other pics too for it, not totally sure yet.
One last thing before I go! (There's another topic I wanted to cover, but I'll save it for Sunday.)
You know how I said that my last day at my old school was awesome because of food? Same thing happened yesterday too.
Since I had my last exam yesterday, it technically meant I didn't even have to go for today or tomorrow, so my last day was yesterday (along with a lot of people). And since last Friday, the bus driver (oh yeah, I ride the bus at this school! I haven't rode to/from school on the bus since 4th grade!) told us that she planned to bring us pizza next week. And on Tuesday, she made it official she would bring the food the next day.
Yesterday, she bought enough for everyone to have 2-3 slices of pizza, plus 2 cookies and 1 bottle of water. And even then there was a little extra food. I couldn't thank her enough!
You know your bus driver is awesome (and has more money in their pocket than you thought) when they do something this extraordinary.
Sunday, May 18, 2014
RIP Piggy
Hello world!
Throughout the last few days, guess what I did in Biology? The week both dreaded and loved! The week that strengthens or weakens those who are squeamish! The week that could change your life! That's right! DISSECTIONS! *crowd cheering and booing at the same time, while some random person on the side is throwing up* Even better is what we were cutting up! A fetal pig! *same crowd, but now more people are groaning in nausea* The teacher (whom I had originally thought of as cool, now just is "eh") said that when pigs go to the slaughterhouse, they are-well-slaughtered. But if any females were PREGNANT, they take the baby out just before it is born (THEN kill the mom), and then use it for dissections at schools, such as ours. Oh great.
For four days, we spent time with the exact same pig. The first day, just examining the outside. The second day, cutting into the lower half of the body, displaying most of the organs. The third day, cutting between the rib cages to see the heart and lungs. The fourth day, cutting into the neck to see the stuff in the throat.
One of the things that made me sad during it was that over time, it was noticeable how much frailer our pig became. I mean, of course it was dead, so why wouldn't it? But what I was seeing was that every day the skin became a little saggier and the limbs not as firm as when we first took it out of the bag. I was watching a pig, who was dead, already making me feel bad, and then just watching it become more and more dead, if that makes sense. Of course, cutting into it felt worse, but eventually it was something I just had to do. I had insisted throughout that I wanted to avoid damaging the organs or rearranging them to my partners (who of course felt the need to try to break its toes and poke holes in things. Stupid insensitive boys.), mainly because I didn't know if we would get in trouble, but also because it still felt wrong, even if they kept arguing that the pig wouldn't feel anything since it's dead already. If I was to be dissected after dying, I don't think I'd appreciate teenage boys literally breaking my heart, would you?
All in all, I don't plan to eat pork in a while, and I am sure I will never be as squeamish in the future as I might've been if I didn't do this. Honestly, I didn't feel nauseous or anything during all of it. I just mainly felt bad about it, but had to suck it up. I only complained maybe once a day about how wrong it felt, of course getting no sympathy from the boys aforementioned.
...On a lighter note, it was the 15th of May a few days ago, which meant that I was to wear my tie. I wasn't very sure where my tie was, having assumed I wouldn't find it at the moment, considering most of my belongings haven't been unpacked. (I miss my headphones so much!) So as alternative, I wore a different one that belonged to him, but was being held onto by my sister. It was an awesome Spongebob tie, since she got some of his novelty ties. (He collects them...) I also didn't know where my shirts that are APPROPRIATE for ties were, so I wore one that my mom had, although it seemed a little weird to go with that tie, since the shirt was a cream color and shiny, and just looked fancy, then was paired with freaking Spongebob. I wore it to school anyways, and got plenty of compliments. (Including from one guy who was trying to set me up with his friend Christian. I kinda hope Future Me remembers that ...interesting experience.)
Of course, I found my tie the next day in my closet. *facepalm* Oh well, will have to save it for next month. (Wow, amazing that it's been 5 months since Niisan left for his mission!) (I plan to call him that at times from this point on, due to liking Japanese words and loving Alphonse.)
'Awkward' in Japanese is kimazui.
I dare you to use it to purposefully make a situation awkward. I DOUBLE-DARE you. I DOUBLE-DOG-DARE YOU. I TRIPLE-DOG-DARE YOU. Now you have to do it. *evil laugh*
Throughout the last few days, guess what I did in Biology? The week both dreaded and loved! The week that strengthens or weakens those who are squeamish! The week that could change your life! That's right! DISSECTIONS! *crowd cheering and booing at the same time, while some random person on the side is throwing up* Even better is what we were cutting up! A fetal pig! *same crowd, but now more people are groaning in nausea* The teacher (whom I had originally thought of as cool, now just is "eh") said that when pigs go to the slaughterhouse, they are-well-slaughtered. But if any females were PREGNANT, they take the baby out just before it is born (THEN kill the mom), and then use it for dissections at schools, such as ours. Oh great.
For four days, we spent time with the exact same pig. The first day, just examining the outside. The second day, cutting into the lower half of the body, displaying most of the organs. The third day, cutting between the rib cages to see the heart and lungs. The fourth day, cutting into the neck to see the stuff in the throat.
One of the things that made me sad during it was that over time, it was noticeable how much frailer our pig became. I mean, of course it was dead, so why wouldn't it? But what I was seeing was that every day the skin became a little saggier and the limbs not as firm as when we first took it out of the bag. I was watching a pig, who was dead, already making me feel bad, and then just watching it become more and more dead, if that makes sense. Of course, cutting into it felt worse, but eventually it was something I just had to do. I had insisted throughout that I wanted to avoid damaging the organs or rearranging them to my partners (who of course felt the need to try to break its toes and poke holes in things. Stupid insensitive boys.), mainly because I didn't know if we would get in trouble, but also because it still felt wrong, even if they kept arguing that the pig wouldn't feel anything since it's dead already. If I was to be dissected after dying, I don't think I'd appreciate teenage boys literally breaking my heart, would you?
All in all, I don't plan to eat pork in a while, and I am sure I will never be as squeamish in the future as I might've been if I didn't do this. Honestly, I didn't feel nauseous or anything during all of it. I just mainly felt bad about it, but had to suck it up. I only complained maybe once a day about how wrong it felt, of course getting no sympathy from the boys aforementioned.
...On a lighter note, it was the 15th of May a few days ago, which meant that I was to wear my tie. I wasn't very sure where my tie was, having assumed I wouldn't find it at the moment, considering most of my belongings haven't been unpacked. (I miss my headphones so much!) So as alternative, I wore a different one that belonged to him, but was being held onto by my sister. It was an awesome Spongebob tie, since she got some of his novelty ties. (He collects them...) I also didn't know where my shirts that are APPROPRIATE for ties were, so I wore one that my mom had, although it seemed a little weird to go with that tie, since the shirt was a cream color and shiny, and just looked fancy, then was paired with freaking Spongebob. I wore it to school anyways, and got plenty of compliments. (Including from one guy who was trying to set me up with his friend Christian. I kinda hope Future Me remembers that ...interesting experience.)
Of course, I found my tie the next day in my closet. *facepalm* Oh well, will have to save it for next month. (Wow, amazing that it's been 5 months since Niisan left for his mission!) (I plan to call him that at times from this point on, due to liking Japanese words and loving Alphonse.)
'Awkward' in Japanese is kimazui.
I dare you to use it to purposefully make a situation awkward. I DOUBLE-DARE you. I DOUBLE-DOG-DARE YOU. I TRIPLE-DOG-DARE YOU. Now you have to do it. *evil laugh*
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Happy Mother's Day!
Hello world!
I kept forgetting to post the pics before, (plus the posts themselves were just getting too long anyways,) so I shall put them now!
I kept forgetting to post the pics before, (plus the posts themselves were just getting too long anyways,) so I shall put them now!
Doesn't this picture just look so dramatic? *laughs* Of course, I failed with the glaze for the poor Al mug, as I expected. At least the handle came out okay. The glaze was thick enough, and it kind of had an ombre effect: the top was green, then it slowly turned into brown. If you look closely at the braid, you should see it.
The cat mug, though, was just fine! Most of it is red, but near the bottom of the picture, by the little heart, you can see that it turned green there. I'm very pleased with the result of the kitties! I gave the Alphonse mug to my friend, who seemed to like it more than I did.
Also, during my last class of Ceramics, I just did random stuff. I didn't exactly have anything I needed to work on, but still had to be doing SOMETHING. I decided to just practice carving designs and things, and just attempting things I'd wanted to do before, but couldn't because I had a real project to work on. The teacher kept us a little TOO busy, in my opinion...
I'd always wanted to see what it would look like if I carved an eye into clay! And it looks kinda cool, in my opinion. Especially because the camera on my phone was definitely working in my favor, like it did in the picture of the mugs. Maybe sometime in the future, I'll make a sculpture of an anime character or something, and will get to use eyes like this one on it.
Has everyone done something for their mothers today? Or yesterday? *glares accusingly through the screen*
My new art teacher had given us an assignment to give to our mothers during the weekend. It was actually a cool idea, and my mom greatly appreciated it (and I felt it was much more heartfelt than if I had just gotten her a card with a poem, because I wrote down my own words of what I wanted to tell her), but it was a little too rushed, in my opinion. Well, it was just mainly rushed because the teacher herself had a lot of things going on at the same time that week, so she couldn't get everything done as early as she wanted. I still got it to my mom, and we both like it, so it's all that matters.
I finally get to see my big brother's face! He, along with all the other missionaries of the world, get to Skype their family for usually around 45 minutes today. Since we aren't actually his family yet, we won't get much time with him, maybe even just 10 minutes, but I'm still pleased we'll at least get THAT much. I can't wait for those precious 10 minutes! (Be thankful for everything!)
Sunday, May 4, 2014
I've Officially Moved!
Hello world!
Pardon for again not posting last week, but last Sunday we had to stay with my aunt, because we no longer owned the house... and on Monday we flew to our new home! (I threw up twice on the first plane. *tear* Worst. Flight. Ever.) I have been here for ALMOST a week.
What to say? There are SO MANY TREES, especially compared to Utah. Most of the city is forest, literally! Because of that, plus the much higher percentage of humidity, the air just feels so much fresher and smells amazing. And our house is just gorgeous. I never thought I would live in a house with two stories, including a sun-room, plus a double garage with an extra room (YES! I can finally have a garage band!), and an ATTIC. I have never had one, and didn't think I would ever have one. But it just made me so giddy when I walked into the attic for the first time. I think I'll be going into it pretty often, once the rest of our stuff gets here tomorrow and we are totally settled in.
What was it like in your new school, you ask? Like THE REST OF THE WORLD? (Too many people have asked me, sorry.) I don't get fully how to respond to that question, because I like all schools, even a little bit, and I'm used to being new at schools and such. Am I supposed to say "It's great!" or "I don't like it that much" or what?
Anyways, it was a little weird going in when in this part of the country they are ending school even sooner than in my old state, but people still quickly started talking to me. In fact, I had already made one or two friends by the end of my first day, which wasn't even a full day. (They were putting me into the system in the morning, so I missed the first 2 periods.)
The way they taught was more traditional. By that I mean having to write down notes a lot and stuff. The school also looked more like in the movies. Yes, that sounds weird, but some schools I've been to, like the one before, seemed pretty different from how most are supposed to be, or at least that's the impression I got when I read or watched about people in other states.
I don't want to talk too much about this, because I still have to cover a few of the other things that happened in the past few weeks.
Backtrack to before last Sunday, all the way to Wednesday the 26th. That was my last day at that school. I had been spending that day and the day before getting signatures for the withdrawal forms, and just getting a chance to say bye to my friends. (Too bad I didn't get the chance to see a few of them in time...) I also, on a lighter note, self-proclaimed it as "Hat Week," as by the end of the year, teachers don't care as much about you wearing hats, so I wore a different hat for the three days of that week that I went to school for, them being some of my faves. On Monday was my Scooby-Doo hat. Yes, the very one drawn at the very top of this very blog by the name. On Tuesday was my gray striped beanie, the one in my drawing from November 24th. On Wednesday was my Spongebob flatbill hat, the one I wore throughout girls camp. (Oh my gosh, I never said anything about that! The girls had laughed that I wore it on the first day, especially at the WAY U was wearing it, and had suggested to call me something like HashtagSwag. Of course, that was before we got the official camp names and I ended up with Shanghai.)
This was just about the best day to have as my last. They had just barely started campaigns for SBOs, and that day, all of the SBO candidates were gonna be out during lunch with tables covered in sweets. Cupcakes, cookies, popcorn, cotton candy, Caprisun, snow cones, pizza, even little chocolate chip pancakes. I didn't even bother to buy any lunch, I just stuffed in the junk into my grateful tummy.
I went to my first and only school dance in freshman year on that Saturday. It was one called Spring Fling, the theme being 80's Neon. We went out and bought some neon shirts for both my and Diane's date. Speaking of, my date was The 1! (Refer to January 26.) The 2 had suggested for me to invite The 1 to come with me because otherwise he wouldn't go to the dance, plus would feel more comfortable going with a friend. He agreed, and so we went together!
Luckily, the songs were pretty good, and all my friends were actually dancing. Apparently, I was actually doing a really good job at dancing this time, maybe because more of the songs were the kind that are easier to dance with or something. I realized as the night went by that I was using a lot of moves in choreographies I've done (including some from Step Up 3, which we had watched a few weeks ago and planned to take inspiration from) and from the game Michael Jackson: The Experience, which even with all the time I have spent apart from it, I remembered a great deal of things from. The 1 and 2, plus The 2's date, actually started copying me every once in a while, and sometimes we did the same dance together as a group, which was fun and funny. I shall never forget this night! (Yep, already decided.)
P.S.- The 2 had told me to kiss The 1, to which of course I responded "Heck naw!" I am not ready for that, people! So I had agreed that I would just kiss his cheek. Well, I was going to follow through with that as a farewell. But it turned out his dad was picking and dropping us off in his car, so it would be awkward if I did it while The 1 was seated in shotgun, plus with his dad RIGHT NEXT TO HIM. *laughs* So I sent him a virtual one through Facebook, and I'm gonna give him one in real life when I see him again in a few years, if I do...
P.P.S.- My sister, mom, and aunt all agreed that my friends are good-looking.
Pardon for again not posting last week, but last Sunday we had to stay with my aunt, because we no longer owned the house... and on Monday we flew to our new home! (I threw up twice on the first plane. *tear* Worst. Flight. Ever.) I have been here for ALMOST a week.
What to say? There are SO MANY TREES, especially compared to Utah. Most of the city is forest, literally! Because of that, plus the much higher percentage of humidity, the air just feels so much fresher and smells amazing. And our house is just gorgeous. I never thought I would live in a house with two stories, including a sun-room, plus a double garage with an extra room (YES! I can finally have a garage band!), and an ATTIC. I have never had one, and didn't think I would ever have one. But it just made me so giddy when I walked into the attic for the first time. I think I'll be going into it pretty often, once the rest of our stuff gets here tomorrow and we are totally settled in.
What was it like in your new school, you ask? Like THE REST OF THE WORLD? (Too many people have asked me, sorry.) I don't get fully how to respond to that question, because I like all schools, even a little bit, and I'm used to being new at schools and such. Am I supposed to say "It's great!" or "I don't like it that much" or what?
Anyways, it was a little weird going in when in this part of the country they are ending school even sooner than in my old state, but people still quickly started talking to me. In fact, I had already made one or two friends by the end of my first day, which wasn't even a full day. (They were putting me into the system in the morning, so I missed the first 2 periods.)
The way they taught was more traditional. By that I mean having to write down notes a lot and stuff. The school also looked more like in the movies. Yes, that sounds weird, but some schools I've been to, like the one before, seemed pretty different from how most are supposed to be, or at least that's the impression I got when I read or watched about people in other states.
I don't want to talk too much about this, because I still have to cover a few of the other things that happened in the past few weeks.
Backtrack to before last Sunday, all the way to Wednesday the 26th. That was my last day at that school. I had been spending that day and the day before getting signatures for the withdrawal forms, and just getting a chance to say bye to my friends. (Too bad I didn't get the chance to see a few of them in time...) I also, on a lighter note, self-proclaimed it as "Hat Week," as by the end of the year, teachers don't care as much about you wearing hats, so I wore a different hat for the three days of that week that I went to school for, them being some of my faves. On Monday was my Scooby-Doo hat. Yes, the very one drawn at the very top of this very blog by the name. On Tuesday was my gray striped beanie, the one in my drawing from November 24th. On Wednesday was my Spongebob flatbill hat, the one I wore throughout girls camp. (Oh my gosh, I never said anything about that! The girls had laughed that I wore it on the first day, especially at the WAY U was wearing it, and had suggested to call me something like HashtagSwag. Of course, that was before we got the official camp names and I ended up with Shanghai.)
This was just about the best day to have as my last. They had just barely started campaigns for SBOs, and that day, all of the SBO candidates were gonna be out during lunch with tables covered in sweets. Cupcakes, cookies, popcorn, cotton candy, Caprisun, snow cones, pizza, even little chocolate chip pancakes. I didn't even bother to buy any lunch, I just stuffed in the junk into my grateful tummy.
I went to my first and only school dance in freshman year on that Saturday. It was one called Spring Fling, the theme being 80's Neon. We went out and bought some neon shirts for both my and Diane's date. Speaking of, my date was The 1! (Refer to January 26.) The 2 had suggested for me to invite The 1 to come with me because otherwise he wouldn't go to the dance, plus would feel more comfortable going with a friend. He agreed, and so we went together!
Luckily, the songs were pretty good, and all my friends were actually dancing. Apparently, I was actually doing a really good job at dancing this time, maybe because more of the songs were the kind that are easier to dance with or something. I realized as the night went by that I was using a lot of moves in choreographies I've done (including some from Step Up 3, which we had watched a few weeks ago and planned to take inspiration from) and from the game Michael Jackson: The Experience, which even with all the time I have spent apart from it, I remembered a great deal of things from. The 1 and 2, plus The 2's date, actually started copying me every once in a while, and sometimes we did the same dance together as a group, which was fun and funny. I shall never forget this night! (Yep, already decided.)
P.S.- The 2 had told me to kiss The 1, to which of course I responded "Heck naw!" I am not ready for that, people! So I had agreed that I would just kiss his cheek. Well, I was going to follow through with that as a farewell. But it turned out his dad was picking and dropping us off in his car, so it would be awkward if I did it while The 1 was seated in shotgun, plus with his dad RIGHT NEXT TO HIM. *laughs* So I sent him a virtual one through Facebook, and I'm gonna give him one in real life when I see him again in a few years, if I do...
P.P.S.- My sister, mom, and aunt all agreed that my friends are good-looking.
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