Midnight Bayou and Surfers At The Beach

WAUGH!

(That was a good 'waugh' not a bad 'waugh' just to be crystal clear, loves.)

So this past week was a good one. And by good I mean that it went by fast. But good things happened, too... Yesterday Nina and I went to the beach, that's the beauty of California; you work on your tan while the rest of the world cries about the cold and their tears freeze upon their cheeks.

Oh, we did Macbeth, just a little chunk in front of the class with a lil chunk of people. I was the Porter, aka a drunken buffoon. The only thing was, since we had eight characters to play and only five people, we had to edit some characters out entirely and, somehow, my group made it so that I said most of the lines of the terminated characters. Of course, I still had to play a staggering drunk.
It was interesting. But i don't think Mrs. Edwards was very happy with it.
See, I've got this loud, overbearing personality, and people tend to get the impression that I'm a drama queen, which I totally can be. I exaggerate and love being the center of attention once a day. But people also think that means that i take things uber seriously and IDK, touch my hand to my forehead and faint when there's no cake at home or something.
Half the time I just don't care that much.
But i got the distinct impression that MRS EDWARDS got the distinct impression (Did I mention that Mrs. WDWARDS is my HERO?) that I purposely made it so that I got all the lines. I mean, as fun as it was to stagger around the stage, speak loudly (I always speak loudly, I'm Mexican for goodness sakes), accidentally step on Victor's toe and swish around bearing a bottle of ale (Diet Snapple peach tea, my fav drink right now besides water and Shirley temples and virgin pina coladas) and be in front of my incredibly judgemental of every move I make- I practically jumped offstage.
I mean, I like being on stage... i used to... a lot more... IDK, I just kind of think... i was good in freshman year... I used to be more talented... I don't know.
SO I'm reading The Burn Journals... very sad book... it's the one that Kat was late for that one time! LoL
Anywho... I really want to write... but meh...
Cal Poly starts tomorrow.... I really don't want to go.
Hope everyone had a great weekend and does the earth hour and watches/watched MIDNIGHT BAYOU!!! (freaking awesome movie!!)
love,
-Bee!
PS. everyone made a huge deal about this whole thing with these people I used to know, they posted an "apology" to everyone via my space, bullet-pointing specific people; Me being one of them. He even put "even though you probably don't care" It was so hilarious when I finally read it today- people were making a huge deal about it- I couldn't stop laughing, because I really, really don't.
I'm really different. At least, I really hope I am.

Ender and Nightmares

Hey guys.
I read Ender's Game finally... it was sad. and really good. I called Kat to thank her/yell at her for making me read it. I feel so bad for Ender. I want to go into Card's world and just save Ender and tell everyone how stupid they are. Wah.
But yeah. I haven't really been in a people mood today, not in a bad mood just in a .... in a sort of scared bunny rabbit mood. I stayed up until one in the morning to finish it (Kat gave it to me on Thursday morning). The only problem was that I was so tired, I was forcing myself to stay awake.
And then I had this awful nightmare, so scary it was... it was tangible.
But i saw a friend of mine in it, and someone mentioned her father and she was freaking out in the dream... or something. SO I texted her right now... it turns out she's been having trouble with her father...
Being psychic would be cool/ inconvenient.
Oh, yesterday, I was really happy because during Journalism everyone had to work because almost no one met deadline (not why I was happy, I'm not a sadist, LoL) but everyone was asking me for help and I was like, really productive, but only unofficially. Then Like fifteen minutes before class was over, someone told Mrs. Edwards that the dance team has been forbidden to practice where they usually practice. So she was like:
"Oh, Bianca can right that."
So then she kept in her classroom for two blocks (the second block was during this football game between the senior girls and junior girls, which, secretly, I was glad to miss) and then Buddy Bump (so cool) can to visit and we chatted and he taught me how to use semicolons and it was just Mrs. Edward, Buddy, Amira and myself for like, over an hour :D
It was really nice :)
And then Chris kept calling me and she was like 'Where are you?" but Mrs. Edwards was helping me fix my article and she yells in the phone
"She's with me, Amira and Bump, she BASKING in our coolness!!!"
LoL
I so was. ;p

So yeah, I'm not in a bad mood or anything... I just feel like... I don't know, my dreams are almost always either nonsensically awesome or inexplicably horrible. [Like, once I had a dream I was Indiana Jones' son, I also had a dream that I was being tortured and that particular dream seemed to last from the moment i shut my eyes to the moment I opened them. Once I had a dream I was sexually attacked and once I ad a dream that I drove to London in the Bat mobile... you get my point, here?] And every time I have a really awful dream, I feel like I have to recuperate the whole day. I'm all tired and scared and i can't shake 'em.
And God forbid someone else should be involved because then I can't rest until I talk to them/ see them...
People laugh at me when stuff like that happens, mostly.
Although, when I tried to make sure my friend was okay, she didn't mind so much :) So that's cool. ;p
Anywho.... I was rereading my NaNoWriMo novel, Love You? I Don't Even Like You! A Hate Story. And I really like it- I'm super excited to have Kate read it :)
And I'm anxious to get Infected published.... I need to get Isabel off my mind, she's starting to become slightly naggy! LoL
Anywho, I forgot how much I loved Jer and Iz today, when I was rereading a little word doodle I did on their son, Gabe. Gabe's all disgusted by them and i'm just like awwww You guys are soooo cute! I miss writing cute. All my characters are either hateful (Misha), half-angry (Cram and William :) or unable to touch (Avalon and Mikey) I miss writing the semi-normal relationships... as normal as something I could write might get, anyway. LoL.
So yeah... My mom's doing this in-home follow up interview thing with a potential coworker right now... He's MASSIVE! He's like... so huge... like a mutant... guy named Jesse... LoL freaking tall. He seems nice, though... but his hands are really soft... boy's probably never done any physical labor in his life... my hands are more callused than his and I'm probably ten years younger than he is. ;p
How much can you tell from a simple handshake?
haha
Well, I feel a little less freaked, now... from my dream, I mean. But today every turn seemed like the potential for my nightmare to come true. My mom had me go to this party with my uncle Joe's family and I was terrified. LoL And then I couldn't find a corner to hide in and I was going to EXPLODE! LoL
Anywho, thanks for reading.
Love,
-Bee!
Ps. Orson Scott Card is a total genius... LoL I want to play in the battle room! <3
BATTLE ROYALE!!!
Oh, hey: http://freewebs.com/thebratprincess3/index.htm

Dandy

Hey Babes.
;p
So, for once, I'm not a totally depressed emo kid while blogging... and now I understand that stereotype. LoL I'm actually in a good mood.
Today was gender bender day for spirit week at my kooky-crazy-awesome school. I never like gender bender day... and then I was watching my favorite fall out boy music video (like, the only good one ;p tthe one with VAMPIRES) and I was like
"I CAN BE A DANDY!!!!"
Dandy: an effeminate, vain or foppish, well-dressed man.
Which is basically me with a sock in my pants (but I didn't wear a sock in my pants, don't worry).
SO I wore a top hat and the white shirt, the vest, the blazer, the white gloves, the black pants, boy shoes (they had heels, though) AND a cane.
The sad thing was- I only had to buy the white gloves.
... and it was only because I lost my original pair of white gloves! LoL

So I've been super tired allllll day.... oH!
I HAD A DREAM!
ABOUT BRENDAN URIE!!!!
LOL!
Here's how it went:

Me: (Behind some kind of concert center where Panic was)
*Spots Brendan Urie, ignoring the rest of the band, including Ryan Beautiful Ross.*
OH MY GOD YOU'RE BRENDAN URIE!!!!!

Christina: Meh.... *looks around for something more interesting to do*

Brendan Freaking Beautiful Man Urie: Hey

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhh! *freaks out*

Christina: *sigh*

Brendan Delicious Urie: Sup?

OH MY GOSH
Freaking awesome two second long dream. SO realistic, i think. :)
So yeah....
In-N-Out.... yum
MAMA! Love that song...
Now I just have to dream about Gerard and Will Becket.... oh, I want to dream about CRAM!!!!
Or, like, Jeremy or somebody... haha
Anywho...
Mrs. Edwards liked my outfit (I'll post pics soon) so that's cool...
I'm kind of confused in the writing area... but I'll do something eventually...
Oh... The whole Yale thing- Update-
*How Bianca feels*
It's making me nervous, if I don't get a scholarship I'll never be able to go, I'm going to look like an idiot hippie surrounded by a crap load of democratic geniuses, We can't afford it, I have to share a room, People don't like me that much, I hate people, I'm going to have to BE AROUND people, there's a graduation and I'll trip when they call my name or blank out like when I graduated from Eighth grade, I'm too weird to be left alone with people my own age, I don't speak teenager, only adult or some weird made-up language that people can only glean a few words from every so often, I'm going to miss Harry Potter, If I don't go then I might as well shoot myself now because i'm just a weenie and I'll never amount to anything, I'm going to have to be working constantly which it okay with me but only God knows, I'm not going to bring Nala and I haven't even told her yet (LoL, seriously!), I won't be aloud to sing loudly or even play music loudly, EVERYTHING is scheduled, I blank out too much to be on my own, right?, I just blank out A LOT, people are going to think I'm stupid because I have to ask whats going on all the time because if I'm not talking or doodling or something I just go on standby like a computer... Yeah.

These are my worries/woes/concerns.


Also, totally separate from this, I don't know what the heck to turn in for Writing Workshop!!! AHHH! I have a week to pull brilliance out of my ass!
Annnnnnd.....
I don't care... I just want to bask in the sun :)


Thanks for reading.

love,
-Bee!

ps. I was such a cute boy today! I was a real gentlemen! LoL! Omg like two people broke my cane today! Ahhhh! LoL

Turnabout

So...

Today was.... a really quick turnabout....

Twenty-four hours ago I was epic fail ( Minor dramatization, we're stretching the twenty-four...) and then I got the whole Yale thing... which was pretty darn cool, I must say...

And then I went to Journalism, like, la de da...

And Amira, the Editor/Chief was absent. SO Mrs. Edwards told me that Amira recommended ME for the job. And Edwards put in Hillary as my co-operator person, because, apparently, she has organization and I have creativity...

So I'm not a good leader. I've never been one. I assume that I'll never be one...

But now... I never thought about being second in command to Edwards, but now it's sounding more and more like a really great dream... You know? LoL

When I voiced this opinion to her, she compared me to Macbeth. When I relayed this comparison to Christina, she replied;

"Doesn't Macbeth die at the end?"

* * *

So I drew this fan art today, for Dan Water's Generation Dead, it's sort of Karen DeSonne, my favorite character of the WHOLE BOOK!

(It's at the top o' the blog...)

And then I put on my blond wig and drew on a mole because... I wanted to know if blonds have more fun? LoL. I took lots of pictures... now I kind of want to die my hair blond... I just wish I was a metamorphangi, I would be able to keep up with me SO much better. :)

Anywho, don't wanna sleep..

grr... my image won't go un-upside down... stupid! Oh well, you know what it looks like, just crane your neck or use a mirror or something. LoL

wait, lemmie try one more time...

Gah. Didn't work. And made my comp spaz. So happy that Blogger saves your posts <3

Gonna go... IDK now. LoL

love,

-Bee!

Huzzah!

So...
Today I sulked.
I talked to Mrs. Edwards about my EPIC FAIL- Chris laughed at me- LOL-
and then I reaffirmed my love of My Chem (Oh, I decided that I'm going to do whatever it takes to get to a concert when they go on tour, I'm going to a concert and will, at the very least touch Way, I'll become a hired assassin to get money for concert tickets, I DON'T CARE!)because I listened to them ALL DAY! From bullets to desolation Row, I listened to it on repeat.
So I took the bus to Barnes and Noble in my emo mode, listening to Way, thinking only of the mantra Epic fail, epic ail, epic fail and sighing heavily when the occasion called for it.
When I arrived at the bookstore, I decided to treat impending depression with David Sedaris and Hot Chai tea... Which made me feel much better.
And then after dinner, I came home to find...

I"VE BEEN ACCEPTED!!! [to the summer program at Yale!]

So I was pretty excited... Only, I have to get the scholarship with it, otherwise I won't be able to get in... But still, I'm fairly happy- a class on Civil Rights and New York AND Three and a half weeks in Connecticut...
LoL

And Mrs. Edwards liked my sentence.... Here, I'll show you guys my mad skills as well....

"I held the long chain of the necklace and squeezed tight.
Light burst under my eyelids as her past exploded beneath my fingertips, the locket burned hot as a stove top in my hand."

LoL, second one, of course.... LoL
she also huzzahed me...
So I suppose I'm not an EPIC FAILURE... not at all of life... just in Edward's class
LoL
love,
-Bee!

More Sadness

The more I blog, the more emo I sound, which is really sad, seeing how peppy i usually am.
But, see, folks, there's this English teacher; Mrs. Edwards... whose opinion is like... second to God's (but much lower than God's, of course, as God is, after all, God)...
Anyways. We have this thing called writing workshop where we write and she grades it, and she NEVER gives E's (like, A's to other school's because our school is odd...) and I've gone on this quest to get an E... and I was so excited....
And I got an AE- (A-)
WHICH IS LIKE FAILING LIFE!!!!!!
*sob sob sob*
If I'm not at school tomorrow, it's because I ran away to Mexico to hide my shame...

Okay... I'll have run away to Italy... not even in shame would I run away to Mexico...

Love,
-Bee...

PS. WHHHHHHY GRAMMAR WHY?!?!!?!?
*sniffle sniffle sob sob SOB!*