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Christmas Dance Madness!

2006-11-17T22:19:00.000-08:00

May I start off by saying that ny new favorite song is "Fix You", by Coldplay.
As you can see by the title, this entry is topically about the Christmas Dance, or Winter Formal, at my school. It is healthy to write about this, because talking about it isn't always the best alternative for me. I get things out better in writing. I'm so strange that way. I can make someone laugh over something I WRITE, but I can't think of anything witty to SAY. And it really stinks, because, as all my make-believe readers know, talking is a huge part of having a social life. I am not saying that I don't have a social life...but I've always been able to say something better by way of writing. But, I drift from the original point of this entry. My readers (however fictitious they might be) are probably in a tranquil sleep by this time.

As I was saying (or, rather, writing), the Christmas Dance is coming up, which is basically my school's version of Homecoming. You can have dates for this dance. Number one issue right there. DATES. Everyone is OBSSESSED with getting a date. If you don't get a date, then you are the biggest loser than has ever been known to exist in this world. I was extremely worried about not getting asked two months ago...now I'm totally indifferent. All my friends are getting incredibly desperate. I know time goes quickly, but the dance is three weeks away...wait...calendar check...okay, I was correct. In my opinion, there's plenty of room to get asked. And if you don't...SUCKS FOR YOU!! But, in truth, I do not care whether I get a date or not. If I get one, that's great for me. I'm not going to forfeit the dance because I don't get a date, though. You can still have a FABULOUS time with all your friends. You don't need a boy to make you feel valid at a dance. But I am actually surprised at myself for being so unworried (is that even a word?). I used to be so concerned...my friends are FREAKING about getting a date. Some of them *cough*Melissa*cough* want to ask the guys they like. I call that desperation. If a boy doesn't ask you, then (der) he doesn't want you. Or he would ask you. And some of you are saying to yourselves, "Some guys are just shy." Ha ha. If you like a guy who is universally accepted as good-looking, then TRUST ME...he's not shy. And in some of my friend's cases *cough*Melissa*cough*, the person is universally accepted as good-looking. If he doesn't ask her, then he doesn't want her. It's self-exclamatory. Common sense, people. It's the hard truth. Hard ass truth. And IT'S OKAY TO GO TO A DANCE WITHOUT A DATE. You'll live. And you won't be trying to look good in front of your date (friend or not a friend, you still don't want to look like an idiot) the entire time. Also, you can make fun of all the people who take slow-dancing WAY too seriously and slow-dance with one of your friends...I do that. It truly is pitiful how some people put on some sort of show for everyone around them so they can say "OOO, be jealous, I'm getting so intimate with my HOTT date!!" Get a room. Maybe even a life, for that matter. Go hug and press each other where I can't see you, to prevent myself from vomitting.

Lately, I have been scared that this guy will ask me...and I don't want him to. Because I don't want to say no. If he asks, I will refuse him as gently and politely as possible, so that it is easier for both of us. Of course, I am a girl, so I do want people to ask me...but I will not DIE OF MORTIFICATION if no one asks me. Obviously, people don't recognize true beauty when they see it...

But, enough about the petty worries of others. I have things to do!

Happy Thanksgiving!!

Tis Almost the First Day of School!!

2006-08-21T20:15:00.000-07:00

Another fabulous titling job by me!
Anyway...as you can see, tis almost the first day of school!! I can't believe it. I'm trying desperately to be positive, that there will be many more summers, and the next one will be here before I know it. This summer was so strange though. I spent so much time out of town (practically my entire summer) and when I got back I didn't expect things to start happening so dang fast! I mean, it was so slow before, just laze around, watch TV, maybe go ride bikes, or go running, or swim....but when I got here, my mom was trying to see everyone who wanted to see us, and we were constantly moving (may I include, to the same place all week)...it was quite a shift. And then, we were shoved into a tennis camp downtown, where we had to get up early to make it on time (I was still used to sleeping in). It was quite uncomfortable for the first two days with twelve kids and another counselor who I wasn't familiar with. But on Wednesday, Other Counselor and I started playing jokes on the kids in our group. For example, we asked one kid who's name was Sophia, "Hey Sophia, have you put on sunscreen yet?" and when she responded with a no, I said, "Do you know what happens to you when you don't put on sunscreen? You flesh slowly peels, leaving you with a skeleton and organs." Her eyes widened and she said, "You...you are so RUDE! That is RUDE!" Other Counselor and I started cracking up, and even the art teacher started laughing. Then we said something else...ah yes. We were painting, and we said if you get paint on your hands, your pet would soon become road kill. Most of them didn't believe us, after the sunscreen stunt, but some of them did. Others were just confused. They were six year olds. You can't blame them. And you also can't blame us for taking advantage of that. This one kid named Carson peed in his pants. That was quite the experience.

What holds me back the most from tennis camp is the fact that I don't know anybody. Because we only stay there for a week (most of the kids go for a month at a time) I have to reacquaint myself with everyone, even if I met them last year. So this year, we asked to be admitted for a second week. The only reason I'm doing this is because I am trying to make permanent friends at this camp, so that when I come back, I won't be a total stranger all over again. Its kind of a bother, but at least I will have friends. And it has also improved my social skills. I'm learning to get comfortable around people, to involve myself. I know how to make conversation now. I know, all my pretend readers are oo-ing and aww-ing at my growth! Plus, I'm not cracking horrible jokes that much anymore. Just recently I did...actually it was about a month ago, but I am still living in shame and embarrassment over what I said. Even though it wasn't that bad, I still probably sounded pretty desperate and stupid. It's hard to put into writing, and I don't want to bother trying. But, it was in front of this guy I was already embarrassed around in the first place because my brother told him I liked him a few years ago. I don't anymore, but it's still uncomfortable because he refuses to talk to me. That, to me, seems pretty immature. And I don't want to seem like an love-crazy idiot and attempt to make conversation with him. I had to sit next to him and this snooty girl named Tiara (yes, as in diamonds in a silver setting that rests on your head) who probably knew who I was but decided to completely ignore me. She just sat there, talking to the guy AND my cousin, who might I add, did absolutely NOTHING to help my maddeningly bad situation. Plus, the entire time they were making phone calls. It was so RUDE! in the words of Sophia. Anyway, I should go and do something with my life. Okay. Until la vista!

No Title!!!

2006-08-13T21:33:00.000-07:00

Did all my imaginary readers see my creative titling?
I am now in the thick of August, with school starting way too soon and my birthday just around the corner. I can't wait for my birthday. I'm at that stage where I really want to be older so I can do more things...and have more things. I am satisfied with my age for about three months after my birthday. Then I want to be older! But high school is a little frightening, so I don't know...who am I kidding, I still want to be older!
Well, in my previous entry, I mentioned that person I had an itty-bitty crush on. My good friend Bethany states that there is legitimate proof that he is crushing on ME. Great.
You have officially been updated on my personal life, which as of now is quite boring!
Do I have anything interesting to report on my life or somebody else's? Ah yes. How could I forget. Tomorrow, I start tennis camp, where I have the privilege of being a JUNIOR counselor. I get to chauffeur a bunch of little rich kids to different activities. Let's just say my last experience wasn't the best. I was paired with this guy who was my age but shorter than me by the name of Turner. He had two younger brothers who were in his group, one was a step brother (his parents were divorced) and one was a real brother. We were the youngest JUNIOR counselors there, but for some reason we had the biggest group of rich kids. Twelve in all. He came on Monday and then came late on Tuesday. That's it. And he took his brothers with him. So me, a twelve year old, stuck with ten rich kids for three days without a partner, while one group had three little girls with three JUNIOR counselor. Why didn't I have nine other people for my group? So this year, I am hoping with all my might that Turner is not there. Did I mention that the kids in my group were writing "Victoria loves Turner" ALL over the tables? I had kids coming up to me and asking "Do you love Turner?" And during the short amount of time Turner actually did his job, he flirted with me. It was quite the stupidness. But, I have to say, I did have fun with some of the nice rich kids. It wasn't all bad. Maybe this year will be better. Plus, junior counselors have more privileges. Ha ha. In your face, rich kids!!!
Oh, and I also saw the movie John Tucker Must Die. Even if the main character was pretty darn good-looking, I wasn't wasting my breath like the other girls in there. They were sighing at everything, clapping, oo-ing and aww-ing. I was sitting there with Bethany, and we would look at each other with totally weirded out expressions. Then, in the girls bathroom, all the girls (who were mostly Asian) were talking about Jesse Metcalfe and how "HOT" and "almost TOO perfect!!!" he is. Big deal. Do these people seriously revolve their lives around "TOO perfect!!" guys in the STUPIDEST movies in the world? Will those movies do anything but continue to turn your brain to mush? At least make me laugh, don't make tears come to my eyes from how horribly SAD and LOSERLY the movie is. Loserly is not a word, by the way.
I think that's all I have to say. I hate school. Now I'm done. See ya next time!

I'm Back!!

2006-07-20T19:04:00.000-07:00

Hello hello, it has been a while, my few (possibly non-existent) readers. I have been avoiding this lovely blog of mine for a long time, a fact that I regrettably acknowledge. But, reading my extremely outdated entries rekindled my desire to update this blog. So here you are, half a year later, reading a summer entry...hopefully not my last summer entry. Wow, half of a year...it doesn't seem like its been that long. I know I probably sound really cheesified, but it is quite a shocker. So much has happened since then, most of which I can't remember because I am in a summer haze of laziness and blonde moments. I am practically a brunette, but then again, everyone has their blonde moments. I graduated from the eighth grade, and I shall be a freshman soon at a very nice school. Hopefully I will do well at my nuevo school. I used to be super-de-duper nervous, but I'm good now. Prayer is the answer!
So I came down here to visit my family, and my brother, my cousin, my other cousin's youth group, and myself all went to a camp up in the mountains. That was a real blessing for me. And just recently I got over a boy who I had an itty-bitty crush on. He's not exactly...what's the word...engaging. But why should you care about who I'm crushing on or not?
Tonight a friend of ours was a having a jewelry show at a person's house. This family has a girl who is 13 years old. She is so nice, but incredibly boy crazy. We spent a few hours there, and she was starving to impress me with the boys she has talked to, and the boys who have asked her out, or the boys who have checked her out, and how boys who go the movies on Fridays are really hot, or how she could hook me up with her brother, or talking about some boy who she thinks is hot, or a movie star who is hot, or about Colton, and how hot he is. It got old after a while. And then I made the mistake of showing her a dance move that someone I knew did (let's just say it wasn't exactly a clean dance move) and then she kept on doing it all night in front of all the guests that were coming to see the jewelry. My cousin was there as well, and when Caroline (the name of the girl) was on the phone, my cousin leaned in and whispered, "She's trying really hard to show off." She's also obsessed with Hip-Hop and R&B, which is what we listened to most of the time, unless we were listening to Nick Lachey's stupid song ("Nick Lachey is sooo hot"). Why is that attractive to boys? Constantly talking about how hot boys are...I know why its attractive. Because boys are just a bunch of STUPID IDIOTS!!! Okay, now that I got that out, I am moving on with my life.
Well, this is quite the entry, I would say. I have probably forgotten loads of stuff, but oh well. Until next time. Have a nice summer, readers of mine!!

Long Time No See!

2006-02-24T18:58:00.000-08:00

Well, it has been a while, indeed! I haven't posted anything in months. Of course, you shouldn't be surprised. I am not very good on keeping up with posts. But that's okay.
Well, today i found out that my friend's Grandma died of cancer and pnuemonia. How depressing. I sent her an email expressing my sympathy and assuring her that she was in my prayers.
Well, one person in my class got expelled (his name is Sebastian) and another was leaving, but was asked to leave a day early because he wrote that our school sucked all over flyers on the walls. Really clever. And the other, Sebastian, did something that was extremely witty. He put pictures of fat naked people on a classmate's blog. Idiot.
My friend Bethany has totally deserted me. Well, i wouldn't say totally deserted, but pretty darn close. She has this habit of skipping around friends. First it was my good friend Olivia; then it was Kristen; then it was me; now its Alexadria. Alex doesn't like her obsession either. She's always rolling her eyes when Bethany calls her name and gives her random hugs. But you don't care about my petty problems. Speaking of petty problems, our teachers are giving us a ridiculous amount of homework. How annoying!
Okay, i have lost all will to write. Goodbye, my readers. Have a nice Friday night!

everday

2005-10-07T18:09:00.000-07:00

The title above is a poem a girl in my class once wrote. I don't put that there because i want to make fun of it, which i sometimes do, but because it matches this entry. The poem was pretty bad. It was about her sister getting divorced. It was a little weird and hard to understand. She had to really go into detail for me to get the point of it. She's not really a poerty kind of person. Tori, you are NOT CUTE!! Hee hee. Anyway, school is buckets of joy. Each day brings a new and horrid surprise. Khandice and Bethany, two girls in my class, have personalities that have promises of clashing. They did during P.E., over a little game of volleyball, just because Khandice thought it was wimpy to let the ball bounce before you hit it. As a result, every time it came she hit it in every which way. I was screaming out "Let it bounce!" until i was hoarse, but the obstinate fool did not listen. Bethany said let it bounce once and Khandice, apparently trying to vent her frustration and himiliation at the hitting the ball terribly somewhere, she told off Bethany with a fury she was trying to withhold. Bethany seemed a little disconcerted at this sudden angry speech. Personally, i think it was mostly Khandice's fault. She can't really get that mad at me, because i've helped her and listened to her when no one else does, poor girl. It takes a while to become one of our class. We're all so mean. Bethany has been trying a little too hard to ignore Khandice, and i think that's one of the reasons Khandice decided it was okay to yell at her. It subsided after a while, and they're both okay, but occassionally, there's going to be problems. It took me about two or three years to really get to know Bethany, because she thought i was a goody-goody, and i though she was just annoying and mean to me. Bethany's rough around the edges, but what can i say now? She's da bomb!!! Okay, that sounds spastic.
Don't get me started on Kristina Cheng. She makes me so mad, sometimes i want to squash her under my foot. Go shopping now, Kristina!! HA HA HA!! sorry.

So ya, school is cool. Not really, but that rhymes. I am getting tired of writing, so maybe my imaginary readers will hear from me some other time. Aren't you just anticiapting that moment fervently. Be patient, fans!! I will write again!!

p.s. If i spell anything wrong, the spell check is weird. I tried making it work, but noooo!! Not hardheaded little spell check!!!

2005-10-01T14:42:00.000-07:00

This is my thrid post. All my imaginary readers need to remind me to keep posting. My brother does not count as a reader. He's my brother. That's just the way things work. My friend is over at my house. She is tons of fun!! I have to go play a game now, so i will write later!!!

Hello, and Welcome!!!

2005-09-17T13:09:00.000-07:00

Hello, this is my second entry. I do not have buckteeth, as the sign above indicates. I will soon have straight teeth. Knowledge is power is a dorky saying, but i think it's hilariously dorky. I'm not hilariously dorky,i hope. I really need to get contacts.
Well, to anyone who is reading this, which is probably no one, this is a short entry, and i am a very random person. Have a nice day!!

first post

2005-09-16T19:21:00.000-07:00

hi. Wassup.