Tonight

TODAYS SONG IS: "One Fine Wire" by Colbie Caillat because believe it or not, it has something to with Disneyland. how? well it happens to be just about my favorite song (next to title and registration and Grapevine fires) and i had JUST bought the Coco CD like the day before we left. i was obsessed with the song "Bubbly" and kept listening to it and i put it on my mp3 player and i was listening to it on our long voyage (about a mile) of a walk from our hotel to disneyland. we would normally stay the Ramada Inn And Maingate but we couldnt afford it last time so we had to walk a mile there and a mile back (a problem which was soon soon solved by renting a taxi for five bucks for the night walk so we didnt get mugged) so every morning on our way to disneyland i would have listen to bubbly buti decided to check out the other songs. well, funny thing happened when i was trying to figure out how to work it (it was brand new like the cd) so i was pushing some kind of button (the menu/mode button) so when i got to "one fine wire" which is number three, bubbly was the next song and i was being retarded and wanted to change it so i could listen to bubbly again but i pushed the menu/mode button and it changed it from default to one lap so the song would repeat when it was over. i probably listened to that song about four times in a row before i realized that it was repeating itself. so i spent the rest of the walk trying to figure out how to work it but i failed. so i looked up the button in the owners manuel and figured out how to fix it. but you know what i did the next morning? i listened to that song all the way through, and right when it ended i hit the menu/mode button and listened to it for the rest of the walk. thats right. i DIDNT even try to skip it to listne to bubble. i didnt even listen to bubbly at all! ok i did later but whatever.
but anyway. I LEAVE TONIGHT!!!!!!!! ANDI AM SO PSYCHED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Wishes and Puzzles

TODAYS SONG OF THE DAY IS "Through the Dark" by KT Tunstall!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
here are the sexi lyrics:
As I walk away
I look over my shoulder
To see what I'm leaving behind
Pieces of puzzles
And wishes on eyelashes fail
Oh, how do I show
All the love inside my heart?
For this is all new
And I'm feeling my way through the dark
I used to talk
With honest conviction
Of how I predicted my world
I'm gonna leave it to stargazers
Tell me what your telescope says
Oh, what is in store for me now?
It's coming apart
I know that its true
Cause I'm feeling my way through the dark
Trying to find a light on somewhereT
rying to find a light on somewhere
I'm finding I'm falling
in love with the dark over here
Oh, what do I know, I don't care
Where I startFor my troubles are few
As I'm feeling my way through the dark
Through the dark
I'm feeling my way through the dark

ITS TIME FOR A CHANGE IN YOUR EVERYDAY LIFE

TODAY IS SUNDAY ITS TIME FOR THE SONG OF THE DAY (which will be posted every other day or so)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
today's lucky winner is *opens envelope and pulls out the results* .................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
"Nine in the Afternoon" by Panic at the Disco!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the way i choose is very mysterious and you shall never know because its a secret 0.0
but i can tell you that i am not just picking favorites.

here's a sexi hug!!!!!!!!!!!
(0.0)
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in case you are wondering WHY i am choosing to be a super freak today it is because GUESS WHAT.
I am trying new things, and i have decided to do a song of the week thing. im tired of being so rutine so i am changing that *audience applauds* and now you may enjoy my song of the (every other) day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jumping Ship: a tribute to Matt Lawrence

OH HEY LOOK ITS MATTHEW LAWRENCE MY FUTURE HUSBAND
so last night i stayed up til 2:45 am watching Jumping Ship, WITH MATT LAWRENCE WHO I LOVE, and it ended at 2:00, but i was going to watch it again cause we have satellite so we get two different disney channels the regular and the one that is three hours faster, but i fell asleep while watching Urkle (Family Matters) and when i woke up at 5:05 I started crying because it started at 3:00 and ended at 5:00!!!!!!!!!!! i ACTUALLY DID START CRYING it was really pathetic. and even though the movie was like totally gay (thanks to it being G rated for five year olds) IT STILL HAD MATT IN IT HE IS MY TRUE LOVE NOW. I can't believe i forgot to add him to the list of people i DOOOOOO like. this is me making up for leaving him out because SCREW THE OTHER GUYS matt is the only one i want. yay. funny thing is, he happens to be 14 years older than me. hehe BUT AGE SHOULDNT MATTER IF YOUR IN LOVE RIGHT? lets take aminute to think back on the wonderful movies he has been in (the ones that i have seen anyway) : Mrs. Doubtfire, Angels in the Endzone, the Hot Chick, Jumping Ship, and theres probably others but ill think of them later BUT I DID HAVE A LITTLE FUN IN TIME I WAS WAITING FOR THE SECOND SHOWING TO START BEFORE I FELL ASLEEP!!! and here is the fun i had:

An Organized List of All the Beautiful Things I Got to Watch the Beautiful Matt Lawrence Do in One of My New Fav Movies JUMPING SHIP (in chronological order) :

1) Look right at me through the camera with his big glossy googly baby eyes (I sighed)
2) Argue with and make fun of some bitchy snotty rich guy (I laughed)
3) Drive a ship (I gaped)
4)Catch fish while swimming (I nearly cried)
5) Come out of the water with his shirt off, showing off his his gorgous abs (i nearly died)
6) Kick a pirate's butt (I i thanked god for life so i could continue watching Matt)
7) Scare the farting crap out of a rich jerk and his little cousin on a trobical Australian island (i laughed again)
8) Build a shelter on a beach and impress a little kid with his survival techniques (i wished i was there)
9) Stab the jesus out of some fish WITH HIS SHIRT OFF (i screamed)
10) Kick ANOTHER pirates butt (i fell in love)
11) Steal a boat (I jumped up and down, squealing)
12) Inherit a boat and look so happy he almost started crying (i DID start crying)
I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THAT AND SEXI PIX OF HIM!!!!!! the first one is from the Hot Chick and the second is from Jumping Ship

Pride and Prejudice

THAT WASNT JAMES MCAVOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! that was some retarded depressing dude who looks so much like him but is like way taller. James is like 6'1" and this dude was 6'6". he was a monster.
so i watched the showing of the movie at nine instead of the one at six (on the Oxygen! channel) IN ANY CASE the movie sucked compared to how awesome it could have been if it DID have James McAvoy. i am including a pic of him even though i dont have any feelings for him anymore what so ever cause i saw this movie Jumping Ship right after that made Pride and Prejudice look like crap and it had Matt Lawrence in it which made James Mcavoy, whether he was in the movie or not, look like crap too. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I DID FIND OUT!!!!!!!!!!! se this whole time I knew he was in one of the movies about Jane Austin's books, I just had the wrong one! HE IS IN BECOMING JANE!!!!!!! minus the facial hair. he is scottish with the cutest little scottish accent AND he gets to kiss Anne Hathway whom i like much better than Kira Knightly and it would be sooooooooooooooooo cute if James and Anne went out THEY WOULD BE SO CUTE TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and im serious. AND ANOTHER THING. just because i have no more feelings for james, doesn't mean i cant think hes still hot, cause only when compared to sexy dudes Cristiano Ronaldo and MY (i wish) BOYFRIEND Matthew Lawrence, is he not so hot.

James McAvoy

I AM SO EXCITED I CANT WAIT TO SEE PRIDE AND PREJUDICE TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!! know why? BECAUSE JAMES MCAVOY IS IN IT AND HE IS MY FUTURE HUSBAND THATS WHY!!!!!!!!!!! its only an hour away............................................... in you don't know who james mcavoy is he was mr thomnas in narnia AND he played the main dude in Penelope. the guy who actually falls in love with her but gambles and isnt rich so he cant break the curse and stuff I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IN THEATERS SOON...

I JUST CHECKED OUT THIS THING IT S THE FREAKING BEST THING EVER THIS Is WHAT MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!!
its a spoof on Twilight YOU HAVE TO CHECK IT OUT!!!

personally, twilight just isn't my kind of book. but this comic is definitely my kind of funny I SOOOO LOVE THE GUY WHO MADE THIS (in a figure of speech, i mean, because obviously just cause i say i love someone doesn't mean i am attracted to them cause i say "i love you" to all my friends)!

http://community.livejournal.com/mspaint_lolz/32606.html?view=2106718#t2106718

Allegra + Julia + Lincoln + me = DISASTER

omg so i emailed madi what she missed today at school cause she was siiiiiiiiiick.
here is our convo:
On Fri, Sep 19, 2008 at 3:57 PM, Lainey is Awesome wrote:
DUDE allegra says she didn't do it but idk about that but anyway on the third stall in the girls bathroom it says (inside a heart) Allegra + Julia and she showed it to us today at lunch and harper was there and she wanted to see but allegra tried to cover it up so i went in there and tried to hold her back and harper started laughing when she saw it and allegra tried to push me aaside and succeeded but fell into the toilet in the process and had a big glop of toilet water on her ass it was so funny and people were looking at it and she's liek ITS NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE ITS JUST TOILET WATER!!! but like that was any better than looking like3 she pissed herself it was so funny everybody was laughing for like the rest of the day but now kelsie hates me cause in band we had cleaning tips so he took it section by section and when your section wasnt up you could do homework so robin read my two introductory paragraphs and said i could use better action wording on the second one instead of "stare" so said "so you think i should say 'and everyone immediately turned around and precariously watched'?" and she said yeah and im like "but i don't know what precarious means" and shes liek "lets go ask sam cause hes smart" *goes off into lalaland staring at sam* and im like ew but we do anyway and i said "can you tell me what the word precarious means? cause robin said you were good at this kind of stuff" and she said "yeah you are really good at this" and i said "well robin you would know." and then she told everyone that i said that when he said that his thing was big but he only said thing cause he couldn't remember which instrument he played (oh year real smart) but i don't remember that ever happening i only said that you would know thing once and it was on the less gross thing but kelsie believes robin and told me that wasn't nice and then she got all mad at me so yeah now i think she hates me (again).

It's A Conspiracy Man!

Alright so it has been brought to my attention that there are many guys that people think i like and that they say they could totally see me with. so have come up with a list of the guys that these rumors involve, JUST TO SET THE RECORD STRAIGHT. cause its really annoying when when people mistake friendliness for attraction.

the guys a don't like:

• sam bitchoff-i mean bishoff
• scott wyman
• lincoln beal
• alan holt
• nick badzik
• zack badzik
• jay terry
• gus green
• tom jorza
• will madsen cause hes being an a hole
• gus drake
• eli talooe (dont ask)

• AND ANY OTHER PEOPLE YOU MIGHT THINK I LIKE THAT ARE NOT IN THE LIST OF PEOPLE I DO "LIKE LIKE" OR THAT I LEFT OUT AND WILL EVENTUALLY REMEMBER WHEN I WAKE UP ONE NIGHT WHILE DREAMING ABOUT RAINBOW VENUS FLYTRAPS EATING UNICORNS AND CRAP

guys people could see me with for which i wanted to scream and for which that makes them no better than the retards they said they could see me with:

• lincoln beal
• sam bishoff
• if there are any others you could see me with please tell me cause i would very much like to know

Guys i DOOOOOOO like:

• Chris WHO FREAKING LIVES IN FRANCE AND WONT KEEP CONTACT WITH ME AND IT MAKES ME SAD AND I THINK THAT WHEN MADI AND I GO TO FRANCE IM GONNA SEE HIM AND PUNISH HIM FOR BEING BAAAAD (if you know what i mean lolololol ;) )
• James McAvoy
• Nick Jonas
• Joey Zehr
• Cristiano Ronaldo's a pretty sexi dude
• Aristide Black
• CONRAD ZIMNEY THE SAXAPHONE PLAYER WHO I LOVE BUT ALSO HATE FOR QUITTING JAZZ BAND LAST YEAR CAUSE THEN I WAS GONNA JOIN BUT THEN REALIZED THAT HE WOULD BE IN HIGH SCHOOL WHEN I WAS IN EIGHTH GRADE AND HE DOESN'T EVEN GO BHS HE GOES TO FREAKING HILA SCREW THEM!!!!!!!!!!!! i don't know why he quit though..............maybe it was cause me and tatiana SCREAMED his name out REALLY LOUD at every concert and then he quit for the last one and made me saaaaaaaaaaaaad and then oh his way out after the concert was over and it was just me and robin and taitana and a few teachers and somebody else and their parents and conrad and his parents were leaving and we were standing by the door and i had switched out of my heels and was holding them in my hand and i went to wave at him but could only lift my pinky finger up and it didn't occur to me that i could have waved with the other hand so i looked really retarded and im like "hi conrad!" and he's like "hi" and waved back and his parents looked at me like awe isn't that sweet? and he just looked at me like who the f is she? she looks really familiar... and i SHOULD look familiar because one day last year when i was getting my trombone out of the cabnet after school and jazz band was having their meeting and stuff i could see someone out of the corner of my eye but didnt care and then i looked away and stood up and oushed the door out farther and smashed him right in the face with it. i felt so bad!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i almost started crying such such a beautiful face like shouldn't get ruined!!!!!!!! but it didn't look like any damage was done and im like "OH MY GOD IM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY I CANT BELIEVE I JUST DID THAT IM SORRY IM SO SORRY ARE YOU OK IM REALLY REALL REALLY SORRY" and he just kept going "yeah im fine! don't worry im ok! its ok!" but dang he played a knee-melting solo at the winter concert last year i still get chills. it was sexxxxxxxxxxxxxxi.

I HOPE THAT HAS CLEARED THINGS UP FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO THINK I AM RETARDED ENOUGH TO FALL FOR THOSE GUYS.
i may be stupid sometimes, not THAT stupid. at least im not as dumb as you look!!! OHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYY YOU KNOW I M FLAVAFLAVALICIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Marches of the Armed Forces

DUDE!!! mr Waterkotte is working us so hard in band its pissing me off!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I mean, he's still like the coolest teacher on the face of the planet, but he was like in a really bad mood today and kept making us go Marches of the Armed Forces like a billion times and we couldn't keep up cause the song is cut time so all of our notes are played for half the length they normally would be, and like all of trombone is quarter notes it is REALLY ANNOYING!!!!!!! and then he started yelling at us and saying he would go into back into his office cause we were too loud and stuff but thats just cause we have (and i list from least to greatest on the perverted scale):
will caine
jacob (i never remember his last name)
danny connaly
scott wyman
and LINCOLN BEAL!!!!!!!!! THE WORLDS BIGGEST PERVERT!!!!!
and i always sit in like the middle of the low brass row so right next to me is the black xylophone thingy and lincoln always comes down there to play it since hes percussion and I and hear just about every sick thing he says LOUD AND CLEAR, even when he just mumbles it!!!!!!!!

Just a Bunch of Screamin'!

this is a thing i had to do in language arts and i have no idea why but i felt like posting it.

My hands shook with anticipation. A bead of nervous sweat trickled down the side of my face. I really didn’t want to do this, but I had no choice. Both my parents wanted to ride the California Screamin’, and I didn’t want to get left out. My first upside-down roller coaster and I was flipping out before we even made it half way through the line. I thought about crying, but that would have just put me in the hotel for the rest of the day, instead of enjoying Disneyland.
“If you don’t like this ride,” my dad said, leaning against the bars that border the line for the ride. “I’ll eat my hat.”
“But Dad,” I said with a laugh. “You don’t have a hat!”
“Then I’ll buy one,” he said, trying to look serious.
Like I was going to enjoy worrying about falling out of my seat on a blazing fast roller as it goes upside-down. I could very well drop to my death! Like he cared, though. He just wanted to ride the stupid ride.
The line moved and it carried us up the stairs, only taking me closer and closer to certain death. I still couldn’t believe I was doing this. My friend, Nick, told me he went it seven times when his family went to Disneyland three months ago. I didn’t know how he could stand it, though. I mean, he was a whole year younger than I was! He is a boy, though, and claimed not to be afraid of anything.
“Is it too late to get out of the line?” I asked, looking down the stairs ahead of us, which we were now moving closer to.
My mom laughed.
“You are nine and a half years old now,” my dad said, looking down at me. “You shouldn’t let a little old roller coaster scare you.”
Oh, what did he know? He had been on this ride before so of course he wasn’t scared.
The line started to move again, and I began my descend down the second set of stairs, leading me surely to my doom. I walked slowly, postponing my death as long as I could. Was this some sort of punishment?
At the bottom of the concrete steps stood a lady in a dark orange jacket with green suede sleeves and a silver pin that read “Debbie”.
“How many?” Debbie asked, looking at me. I couldn’t speak, I was too scared. I tried opening my mouth but it had gone dry causing my tongue to stick to the roof of my mouth.
My dad held up three fingers.
“Rows one and two, please!” Debbie said in a loud voice, pointing to a group of people to the left of us.
We followed the white numbers on the ground until they lead us to two rows, separated by metal green bars. A white metal gate that came up to my chest blocked me from stepping off of the concrete ledge onto the steel tracks that the coaster followed. I looked to the right of me waiting to see the coaster come in, but to my surprise, it came in from the other side. I gazed down the expanse of people, noticing the eager faces of the men, women, and children waiting in their rows. The coaster reeled its head around the corner of the building and taunted me as it came closer to us. Then it hit me. I was in front. Not only was I going to die, I was going to die first. The coaster stopped in front of me and the metal gate glided away opening the path to my death car.
I couldn’t move I was so struck with fear. This was it.
“Hey!” someone behind me shouted. “Move it!”
The first step is always the hardest, right? I stepped over the first seat and planted myself on the left. I looked up to see a green harness with vertical handlebars and pulled it over the front of my body. Click! The harness snapped into place and I was stuck. No turning back for me now! My gaze darted to the seat next me where I expected to see my mom or dad, but it was empty. I couldn’t believe this! I wasn’t just going to die first but I was going to die alone! I was going to die of fear! If not fear, then I was certain the tracks would cut off somewhere or lead us right into the water or a giant rock or something that would assure death for everyone. I glanced back at my parents enjoying themselves in the two seats behind me. I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t say a word. The coaster started to glide forward under a bridge and music played from a speaker next to my ear. Then the voice of a guy that sounded like he was on steroids came on.
“Get ready screamers; head back, face forward and hold on! Take off in five…” Oh, dear. “Four…” This is it! “Three…” I held the bars on the harness by a death grip. “Two…” I glanced at all the people lined up at the edge of the pier to watch us take off, their cameras out and ready. “One!” Wind smacked my face, tiny particles of mist from the water the beginning of the track sat on were blown right into my eyes, into my mouth as I screamed for my life. We had taken off like a rocket and the people on the pier looked like blurry, mushy abstract art now. The force of gravity was pushing back on me as we went up and up until we reached the top and plummeted into a downward spiral. I never stopped screaming.
“WE’RE GONNA DIE! WE’RE GONNA DIE! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE!” I screamed in the highest pitch possible. Then…
There it was. Off in the distance I could see where the track led down onto a loop that outlined Mickey Mouse’s head in glowing blue lights. It approached us quickly and I, still screaming like I was being attacked by wolves, squeezed my eyes shut. I could feel the pressure grow stronger and opened my eyes to the track curve up over my head, only causing me to scream louder than before. I waited and waited, expecting the fact that were upside-down to become plainly obvious, but didn’t. Suddenly, it was like a Kodak Moment. I realized this was…FUN! A smile whipped across my face, but I still kept screaming.
The total exhilaration of flying, zipping through the air like a speeding bullet. It was by far my favorite ride in all of California Adventure Amusement Park.

Zeus, King of the Gods

OMG ITS LIKE SO TOTALLY SPECTACULAR. read THIS!!!! it's the next part in the story everyone I know is anticipating so much it makes me want to cry i feel so loved right now!!!!!!!!!!!
BY THE WAY
this is right after the thing that happened last night and she fainted and was taken back to her 21st birthday.
BUT BEFORE YOU READ THIS READ THE POST "To Maintain Professionalism..." AND THEN the post "Killing Quarida" its the actual good parts of the story.


I awoke the next morning to the sight of Chives puttering around in the hallway. I was in my bed. How did I get here? Cris must have carried me into my room last night after…
“Chives!” I hollered.
“Coming, Madame!” he hollered back in his British accent.
Just another one-night-stand, I thought to myself. Except I didn’t remember anything after he fell one me. Was it a one-night-stand? He probably got bored with my clumsiness and left for Manchester early. Anything to get away from me, the world’s biggest klutz when it comes to…well…him. Just him. I had never humiliated myself in font of any guy the way I screwed up my life last night. Except for in the seventh grade when Coby Markus, the most popular guy in school who I had had a crush on for basically my whole life, asked me out, and I farted. Right there in front of everyone. And he laughed at me. As did everyone else at the lunch table.
“Yes, Madam?” Chives asked when he arrived at my bedside. I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. I had about an hour before I needed to leave for work, which meant I had less than an hour to write up a review of “My Dinner With Ronaldo” which was, I decided, going to be the title of my piece in the sports section. Of course, it would be nothing like what happened last night. Mainly because I couldn’t remember what had happened last night.
“Mr. Ronaldo boarded his flight safely, I presume?” I asked rolling onto my back.
“What you make for breakfast?” a deep voice hollered from the bathroom to the left of my bead. I rolled all the way over to see a black pants suit lain out to left of me on my bed.
Chives smiled. “Actually, Madame, he lay beside you all night to make sure you were alright. He had to give you mouth-to-mouth, but eventually you started breathing. You never woke up, though.”
OH MY GOD! He cared! He cared enough to make sure I was alive! And he gave me the kiss of life! What’s more romantic than that? Probably a lot of things. But for now, it was the next best thing.
Cris’s lean, muscular body stepped through the bathroom door, steam rising off of his skin. With his short is short hair sticking straight up, still wet from his shower, and one of my guest towels wrapped around his waist, he looked even hotter than he did last night. I could have jumped on him and started kissing him all over. I moved to do get up, but searing pain shot through my chest, and it felt like a hippo was laying on me.
“Good morning, quarida,” he said, darting over to the bed. The steam coming out of the bathroom could have passed for clouds because you know what he looked like? A Greek God. Not just any Greek God, but Zeus, the king of the Gods.
I was speechless. I couldn’t bear this hippopotamus of a chest ache any longer and instantly fell back onto the bed.
“Not feeling better?” he asked, sitting down on the bed next to me. He stroked my forehead with the backs of his fingers, brushing against my hair. “Ronaldo make pretty girl feel better.”
For a second I thought it was me mind reviewing those words again, but no! He had actually said them! Hold on. Where was he going with this?
“If you can move today,” he said, smiling. “You must go on date with me.”
My heart nearly broke free from my chest at the thought of spending another day with him, it was beating so fast.
“Oh,” I said remembering one tiny problem. “I wouldn’t want you to miss your flight, though.”
“I worry about flying later,” he said matter-of-factly. “Today I spend time making pretty broken girl better.”
Yay! I wanted to leap up and sing, I was so happy! But if I did, Cris would probably have hit me over the head with a frying pan and told me shut up. Then leave for Manchester and forget all about our date. I wouldn't have been able to leap anyway, let alone even stand up.
“What time work best for you?” he asked.
“Anytime,” I said, forgetting completely about work.
“Good,” he said with a devilish grin. “I call you then. On the telephono.”

BHS POPS concert!

It just occurred to me that my blog name is Band Geek, my blogger name is t-bonegirl, but i don't have ANY posts on band!!!!! so i am officially changing that. here is an email i sent to my friend Alan, a friend who is a sophomore (which people seem to think is strange that i am friends with like a whole bunch of sophomores and know like half the Bainbridge High School band) about the BHS POPS concert. POPS stands for POPULAR SONGS by the way.

On Wed, Jun 4, 2008 at 9:19 PM, Lainey Lee wrote:

OMG congradulations!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On winning the letter, I mean. you guyz were sooooo good! I had to thank the crap out of Katie after the concert for playing my ALL TIME FAV SONG, Title and Registration by DCFC!!!!!!!!!!!! I know all the words and I was abnoxiously singing along......... but no one could hear, thank GOD.

I was also abnoxiously video taping the songs with my digital camera. I can't believe they played HALO 3 that was sooo cool! I knew like half the people who got awards. like Tom Gerhardt. I'm friends with his little sis Ashley. but anywho. I was also the one who SCREAMED right after the percussion finnished playing DCFC. then everyone clapped. I tried to get some of Nic playing the Symbols but this weird dude in front of me kept putting his head in the way!

Well, you have NO Idea how many people I BEGGED to come with me cause I've been wanting to sea the Highschool Pops Concert, but no one could. Except Tatiana so we went together and we got up and screamed for Waterkotte cause we love him so much. but not in that weird "Mr. Waterkotte way".

I didn't know it until the Jazz Band started to play that Zack's family was sitting next to me. the Badziks are QUIET! they don't cheer or anything! Suckers. yeah, I was in the front row on the left (or your right from where you were standing) wearing the brown sweatshirt. Tatiana was so funny though! she laughed every time Nic walked by and when he came up to his family she started cracking up and I couldn't get her to shut up. her face turns freaking MAROON/VIOLET when she laughs really hard.

You HAVE to come to the WMS Pops concert! it is a devestating loss to anyone who doesn't show.

Tell me something, when I get into highschool, should I try for a Trombone scholarship?

P.S.

I was gonna congradulate you and Folderhead in person but you guyz dissapeared before the concert ended.


On Thu, Jun 5, 2008 at 6:51 PM, Alan wrote:
hey i saw you then....


On Thu, Jun 5, 2008 at 11:07 PM, Lainey Lee wrote:

yeah, wasn't I just so smexy!

haha but you didn't show for WMS!

and what is up with Zack's absession with the word penis?

I saw him come in from outside before the actual concert started and he was leaning over while he walked and I'm like "What did he do to you?"

and he said "He kicked me right exactly on the penis!" and I said "Well, maybe you shouldn't fight nude anymore!" and he just glared at me and walked on.

but when I asked him if he played Alto or Tennor he said alto and I said haha Sam's sax is bigger than yours! and he said "What? do you think sax size relates to penis size?"

I mean, it's not like I'm afraid of the word or anything, but does he have to use it on a regular basis?


On Sat, Jun 7, 2008 at 5:12 PM, Alan wrote:
nice

On Sat, Jun 7, 2008 at 9:43 PM, Lainey Lee wrote:

no, I'm serious!

he uses it like every day now and I'm afraid to think what's going to happen during sex ED!



On Sat, Jun 7, 2008 at 9:48 PM, Alan wrote:
why are you afraid?

On Sat, Jun 7, 2008 at 10:48 PM, Lainey Lee wrote:
well, not so much afraid, as I am worried that I might faint from laughing really hard at the suckers in his science class.



On Sat, Jun 7, 2008 at 10:53 PM, Alan wrote:
o got it


On Sun, Jun 8, 2008 at 6:20 PM, Lainey Lee wrote:
woah! Title and Registration just started playing! I'm listening my DCFC playlist and it just started playing and all of a sudden I'm remenescing on the BHS Pops concert which, by the way, PWNED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Michie rox, too.


On Mon, Jun 9, 2008 at 6:03 PM, wrote:
congratz and both Mrs. Miche and Mrs. Hurst are leaving through.....
*tear*


On Mon, Jun 9, 2008 at 9:29 PM, Lainey Lee wrote:
:( sob ): I knew about Michie, but where is Hurst going?


On Tue, Jun 10, 2008 at 6:25 PM, Alan wrote:
she got a part in some show


On Tue, Jun 10, 2008 at 7:27 PM, Lainey Lee wrote:

oooooh which show? is it FAMOUS?

I wanna watch it!


On Fri, Jun 13, 2008 at 8:32 PM, Alan wrote:
i am not sure

and im not sure why it ended there but yeah thats the dl on the POPS concert and ms Hurst, the percussion directer for the high school band WHICH I GET TO BE IN NEXT YEAR YAY!!!!! the band, i mean. im not percussion. im general brass but i think the percussion does class with brass. idk. whatever i'll ask him later.

Killing Quarida

YO YO YIGGITY YO YOU GUYS!!! I wrote more of the story. to read what happened first, the actual romantic part of the story, check out my post "To maintain professionalism" it explains what's happening. SO. where did we leave off? oh yeah. right after he kissed her.
It was then the butler walked out onto the balcony…
…And walked right back into the house through the sliding glass door.
Cris stopped kissing me and pulled me back up onto feet.
“Sorry I am, quarida,” he said, obviously noticing the faint expression on my face. WAIT. Quarida? Doesn’t that mean dearest one? I may not speak fluent Spanish, but Bonnie’s husband who happens to be Mexican, calls her “quarida”. Why was he calling ME dearest one? I’d only known him since before the game today! Maybe he just calls everybody “dearest one”.
He took two steps back to the table and sat down in his chair. I joined him at the table. My lips still tingled from our kiss. My brain still tingled from trying to comprehend why he kissed me. Ronaldo make pretty girl feel better. Was he just playing with me? Does he kiss all of his friends back in Manchester? Except that…our kiss lasted at LEAST 20 seconds…
Oh WHY couldn’t I just accept that he found me attractive and forget about it? I mean, a lot of guys find me attractive. And I’ve had more than my fair share of one-night-stands. Oh. That’s right. I couldn’t forget about it because normally every time I kiss a guy it LEADS to a one-night-stand. So why did I expect he would want to…?
JESUS HE WAS RIGHT! There is DEFINITELY something wrong with me! Alright. PROFESSIONAL. Time to engage in professional sequence.
“He tell them kiss on you,” he said.
“What?” What did he say?
“The pretty clothing man tell them I make kisses on you.” He said, nodding toward the door where the butler was watching us from the other side.
“Who, Chives?” I asked. Chives. What a typical name for a butler. But seriously. Who names their kid after a vegetable?
“Fine.” He said, folding his arms. “The onion man. He tell them.”
“Oh, no.” I said with a worried laugh. “He wouldn’t tell a soul.”
“I am sorry, quarida, I must go,” he said, standing up.
“Oh, no,” I whispered under my breath. “Please don’t go!” I shouted as I stood up. “You could get me fired!”
He whipped his head around to look at me. Slowly he walked back toward me. His arm came up and he put a hand on my arm.
“I burn you?” he asked.
He looked genuinely worried like he had hurt me, which caused me to start worrying too. I knew that if he kept turning me on like this I would take advantage of him and all would be lost. Not only would I get fired tomorrow, I would be heartbroken when he left. Which is odd, considering how many men have left me in my time. Just another one-night-stand.
Besides, his girlfriend would be missing him. And she’s a hell of a lot prettier than I am. She also has a lot more to offer him, with her career in modeling, so he’s probably going to be sticking with her for along time. Not that he needs more money. I mean, he’s a freaking star athlete, he gets paid all the money in the world.
“Uh,” I said, searching for the right words. “No. I’m sorry.” I stepped forward. “I just-” my foot got caught behind the leg of the chair and I started to fall forward. It was too late for him to catch me, I knew. As I was falling it was like was like my brain grew wings and flew out of my skull and floated in mid air, watching me fall on my face. In the back of my mind I could see Cris standing there not moving a muscle going “Oh, look. Another retarded American girl falling and busting up her face. Sigh. Nothing new, I see those all the time.”
But he didn’t. I hit the ground and rolled over onto my back in time to see his foot get stuck behind a bump in the wood planks of the deck floor as he was dashing to my rescue. His massive muscular body hurtled down on top of mine before I had time to even THINK of rolling out of the way. I did however have time to snap my eyes shut quicker than you could shoot a gun. I could hardly breathe. I opened my eyes and tried to look around for Chives. I tried calling his name, but I couldn’t even scream. It sounded more like a wheezy whiney dog than a human being crying for help. I started seeing stars, then realized I was looking at the sky. Then I heard a sniffing sound next to my ear. Was he crying? No. He was smelling me. My hair, to be exact. But…why? Like a boa constrictor he squeezed me into him, rapping his arms around me. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?!
It was just like my 21 birthday when we all got drunk and jumped on each other. Actually we tried making a cheer pyramid and Zander climbed up on the fence and tried jumping on the top but like the drunken idiot he is half the time he fell on us and I happened to be on the next to bottom row of the pyramid. Jimmy was right below me so I fell on top of him and broke one of his ribs. Unfortunately we had the weight of about fifteen people on top of us so it just got worse. He came out with a broken rib and leg, and I broke my arm in two places. Apparently we started making out but I don’t remember doing that very well. Everyone else did, though. How we could even move under all those bodies is beyond my knowledge.
After about a minute of gasping and wheezing I could feel Cris’s body lift off mine. Thank God! I was about ready to pass out there! He knelt beside me.
“Are you hurt?” he asked, looking panicked.
I tried moving but couldn’t. I was still gasping for breath. I had the wind knocked out of me and it was taking THIS LONG to gain it back?
“Can I move you?” he asked, noticing me struggle. Hell yeah you can move me! Baby, rock me like a hurricane! Please! Just cause I’m paralyzed doesn’t mean I’m not capable of feeling pleasure! You may have almost killed me, but you’re still the sexiest thing alive! I felt his arms around me again, lifting my body up off the ground. I still couldn’t breathe. My eyelids were getting heavy, and I gazed at the stars again. My head was getting light like I was in outer space floating around in those stars I was looking at. Wait. Everywhere I looked, all I could see was stars! Then blue. Then black.
Then I was two years back at the bottom of a huge pile of people looking down at my best friend, Jimmy. All of a sudden I was kissing him, like it was nobody’s business, and for the first time I saw the kiss that I missed, the kiss that people were talking about on campus the next day. The kiss I thought never happened.

Gazzam Lake

I went to Gazzam Lake today with my dad. it was pretty fun. I took lots of pix with my mondo burrito sexi camera. i don't think they should call it a lake. i mean, it's more like a marsh than a lake, really. seriously. but i got some pretty pictures of it and all of the NATURE that you can find growing NATURALLY on the sides of forest paths in washington state. the one i featured is actually just a pic of me fearlessly touching a sting nedle which can hurt you really bad and leave welts on your skin that itch and itch and then sting and burn if you scratch to much and you have to treat them like burns and put alo vera on it. BUT you can avoid getting hurt if you have really thick skin on your fingers like me. its also edible. but you have to build up A LOT of saliva in your mouth before you stuff a leaf in it cause it DOES burn your lips. it actually doesn't taste that bad. kind of like fuzzy lettuce and it tingles in your mouth and down your throat.

Anticipation and hyperventilation

OMG I CAN'T WAIT DISNEYLAND IS GOING TO BE SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
like I said in one of my Disneyland vacation posts i would be going back in september to meet up with my aunt, my aunt's friend, Danette, who came last trip, and danette's (she's the one in the pic in the left side of the tea cup in the orange shirt-click on the pic and take a good look at her mouth she looks like an alien or a monster or something trying to eat me BUT for a better pic of her check out my other disneyland posts under the label "vacation" its a pic of me and her on Thunder Mountain) family. she has two nieces and two nephews and the oldest is I think 16 and I wonder if he's hot. if hes not then Disneyland will be slightly less but still majorly freaking awesome as I am hoping this trip will be. then there is the girl who is i think like a year younger than me idk maybe she's 13 now im not sure but my aunt and danette are like "you two will be really good friends, i just know it." yeah, WE'LL SEE. idk she seems cool though. i mean, i don't know that much about her, just about as much as I know about the rest of the family: that they LOVE Lord of the Rings. and I am absolutely in love with the trilogy. I mean, I've read all three books, own the trilogy, MY FAVORITE MOVIE EVER IS Return of the King (the last in the trilogy)!!!!!! well i DO like the sixth star wars movie. and YES I mean the ACTUAL sixth one, not the sixth one that they made, where annikan turns into Darth Vader, NO. I mean the one where they go to the moon of Endor and meet all the ewoks OMG THEY ARE JUST ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE ARE THEY NOT??????? maybe this time I'll get to meet the lady who works there who played one of the ewoks in the sixth movie!!!! AAAAAAHHHH!!!!!! I AM SO JAZZED SERIOUSLY ITS GONNA BE So. Freaking. AWESOME. wait. maybe i'm so happy because I just drank a whole glass of iced French Roast coffee. it was TASTY. but seriously folks. oh who am i kidding? I'm hyperventilating im so excited!! I CANT POSSIBLY BE SERIOUS WHEN IM LEAVING FOR DISNEYLAND IN 11 DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!! ok I wasn't exactly HAPPY about going in april. but that's only because of the WASL!!!! i just didn't want to have to make up for any days of the WASL that I missed, thats all! but it wasn't so bad. i mean, its not like i was the only person there who had to make it up. other people were there. and i even finished before them HA HA HA!!!!!!!!! ok its not like i was the first to finish. or the second. or the third. but there were like seven people there so finishing smack dab in the middle every time with the SAME GROUP OF PEOPLE isn't so bad. it was actually kind of nice. i mean, during the breaks we would joke around and talk and stuff and share each others gold fish and ok now we sound like kindergartners!! but it was nice to be able to talk to people i normally wouldn't because of friendship boundaries. but since nobody in the room was friends with anybody else in the room we could be friendly with each other!!! pretty sweet deal, huh?

To Maintain Professionalism...

this is a story I wrote yesterday about my bff madi (who happens to be only a few months younger than me) and the love of her life, CRISTIANO RONALDO, who I have added some pictures of to this post cause you need to understand how hot he is!!! by the way, i had to click on each little thin rectangle thing to actually SEE the pix. but believe me, they are sexi.
oh and when it says "Manchester's best football player" it means soccer cause they call it football everywhere but america because we're retarded:

His impenetrable gaze caught me like fly in a spider web. He would be leaving soon to go back to Manchester, and I knew I had to make his every last minute here in Seattle memorable. I didn’t want him getting the wrong ideas about the people who live here.
“W-why-” This was bad. I couldn’t even talk. What kind of guy wants a girl who can’t even speak her own language? “Why don’t we…” I couldn’t hardly think, his gaze was so powerful. My body was lost just in his dark eyes, like I was sinking into a peat bog, and would soon be stuck there forever, encased in mud and slime, unable to escape, to move. Just sinking deeper and deeper…
“Madison,” his accent made every bone in my body melt, and my spine gave out, causing me to fall back against my chair to keep me from falling against the table and slamming my face into my plate of spaghetti. But I can’t do that. I am a professional sports journalist, interviewing a visiting professional star athlete after his big win. What kind of retard would slam her face into her food during an interview dinner? We are two professionals, therefore, we must keep things professional between us.
“Why I don’t music put on?” he asked, smiling lightly. I couldn’t help giggling a little and nodding my head. Oh, yes, very professional. If only I could speak fluent Spanish. No. This was wrong. What kind of interview would make suggestions toward possible romanticism? Professional, I kept telling myself, but it was so hard to keep things professional with the sound of acoustic guitars and the soft touch violins swimming around together in perfect harmony inside my ears.
“So,” I said sitting up feeling the table for my notebook and pen. His hand moved and I watched it surround something underneath the side of my plate that faced him. The black notebook was very small and fit in his large hand perfectly. He handed it to me and I took it from him, smiling, noticing how small my hands were compared to his.
“Thank you,” I said, opening up the notebook and unhooking the pen from the spiral binding. I needed to speed into this interview before I lost my head. “So,” I said again, a little uneasy.
“Dance, would you like to?” he asked me as he stood up.
“Uh…” I wasn’t sure how to respond. Of course I wanted to dance with him, but I NEEDED to…screw professionalism! I scooted my chair back as I rose to my feet.
“Sure,” I said, smiling and looking up at him from beneath my eyelashes. “One problem. I have no idea how to dance.” This was a total lie. I took ballroom dancing lessons all through high school, and I knew very well how to tango.
“Fix that I can.” My smile broadened as I made a connection to Yoda. The way he spoke reminded me so much of Yoda I almost started laughing. “I take American dance slow lessons.” Oh, great. “Give me your hands.”
I laid them out in front of me, probably looking like a total idiot. Those big hands took mine in their grasp, swallowing them whole. He threw them over his broad shoulders and I hooked my fingers together. Something brushed both sides of my waist and I looked down. His hands were resting around my waist, sending pulses of heat through my whole body. Our bodies swayed to the beat of the music. I couldn’t believe it. I was slow dancing with Cristiano Ronaldo, Manchester’s best football player. Then I remembered his girlfriend. My stomach lurched and my mouth went dry. She is so beautiful and so nice, I met her once-at one of the shows she modeled on-when I was touring Europe with my friend, Bonnie.
I looked up and was captured in his gaze again.
“What is wrong?” he asked, noticing the panic on my face. It isn’t cheating if you don’t kiss, right? Besides, why would he want to cheat on his super model girlfriend with some sub-par Yankee sports journalist?
“Nothing,” I said, banishing all thoughts of his girlfriend and putting on a fake smile.
“You lie to me,” he said, looking down at me, straightening his expression. “Something is very wrong with you.”
Something IS wrong with me. I was dancing, not interviewing, and only had the rest of the night to interview him before he left tomorrow morning to go home, back to…Manchester…so far away.
“Ronaldo make pretty girl feel better.” A chuckle sneaked past my lips. He stopped moving, so I did, too. Why did he stop? The sound of the ocean lapping the shore beneath the balcony drowned out the sound of the music and beyond him I could see the moon, surrounded by a vast universe of stars; the very sight of the starry background against his face made my knees give out. I started to fall and grabbed his shoulders tightly to keep from falling on my butt but my harms gave out, too. My waist was slipping through his grasp, and I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the worst.
I felt a hand on my back and an arm around my shoulders, supporting my neck. I wasn’t on the ground. My eyelids fluttered open to see his face, just centimeters from mine. The arm under my neck pulled me in, our faces getting dangerously closer when all of a sudden his lips were on mine and a sensation like none I have ever felt before rushed through my body, sending chills up my spine. All my senses were awakened, his touch, his warmth, his scent-musty cologne that tingled inside my nose-the way his muscles rippled around my body. It was then the butler walked out onto the balcony.

Phantom of the Opera

I went to go see the Phantom of the Opera at the Paramount Theatre in Seattle. totally awesome. LOVED IT. so you know Im like the world's biggest music fiend? yeah, i probably love music more than the people who are famous for making it!!!!! Im serious!!!! so you can imagine how excited I was to se an actual OPERA!!!!! unfortunately the interior design is under copywrite so you can't take any pictures inside. BUT i did get some pix of me on the ferry all dressed up in my black satin double-breasted dress with the horizontal pleats down the stomach with the pretty white flowers seriously we were like the only people there dressed up. ok maybe a FEW other people were dressed up but like everybody else was in jeans and a t shirt! i got a phantom T that says "Primma Donna" with a rinestone to dot the i and the phantom's mask under the words it looks mondo-burrito sexi. but yeah anyway. the inside of the theatre does look completely AMAZING, by the way!!!!! and the guy who played Raul, TOTALLY HOTT!!!!!!!!!! we're talkin SEXI FUNN TO THE MAXXX HERE PEOPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lol I just remembered the whole allegra thing. "I got some sexi funn in my back pocket!" ok, maybe not THAT sexi. I was just talking about his black and white pic. which was probably taken a few years and beauty mark complimented his porcilin skin, and those thick brown wavey locks jeez he was attractive!!! THEN. now I think he's put on a pound around the face or something i don't know! whatever it is, he doesn't look an eighth as hot as he does in the pic. ANYWAY I would totally go see it again but unfortunately we are spending our trip on DISNEYLAND which is where we will be coing in 12 FREAKING DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!

When Puff Ate Joe: the Ooompaloompa Escapade

SO TEN YEARS LATER QUEEN MADI AND KING RONALDO HADN'T AGED A BIT BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO SEXY SO THE GODS MADE THEM IMMORTAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so one day the Jonas Brothers came to give a live show and Joe Jonas was reincarnated as a hippo!!!!!!!!! so he was the singing hippo and everyone loved him he was major mancandy. BUT not as bitg a hunk of mancandy as KING RONALDO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so then Puff the Magic Dragon and all of his magicalness came and started dancing along to the music and grabbed his oompaloompa girlfriend who is also the princess of loompaland!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! but puff accidentally stepped on her and her brains popped out and King Ronaldo grabbed Queen Madi in and planted a humungous wet one on her and they mounted Puff and the Jonas Brothers joined them as they rode off into the sunset once again and the Jonas Brothers played sorry until Puff got pissed at Kevin for stepping on his sensitive scale so Puff ate Kevin.

When Puff Ate Joe...

OMG YOU GUYS HAVE TO READ THIS IT IS SO FUNNY MADI AND I ARE GOING TO MAKE A VIDEO OF IT AND SEND IT IN TO YOUTUBE AND IT WILL BE SOOOO SMEXI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the only reason i wrote that story down there is because madi asked me to tell her a story cause it was like 10 pm but i had to get off the computer but i ended up sending it later the next day and now it's like our signature saying

On Tue, Aug 26, 2008 at 11:57 AM, Lainey is Awesome wrote:
ok once there was a princess who was madly in love a prince she met once, but it was very unlikely that he remembered her. so she spent day after day worshiping him in the shadows of her castle, hoping one day she might see him again. so one her 20th birthday she sneaked out of the castle and sailed across the ocean to his castle in Manchester and the second he saw her he took her into his arms and kissed her passionately and said "I've been waiting for you for so long!" and then he set her on his giant magic soccer ball and they rode down to the dungeon and he said "this is my magic dragon, Puff, be careful though, one time Joe Jonas came down here and tried to climb up his back and puff got pissed and ate him." the dashing prince and the strikingly beautiful princess mounted Puff and rode off into the sunset and they both lived happily ever after (except Joe Jonas who was eventually pooped out in a big mesh of bones and stuff) and as the sun slowely melted into the trees the prince held the princess tight and kissed her passionately , a kiss that could bring the sun back up from it's twilight rest.

Profile Pic & My Cousin Rachel

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh sorry for the retardedness of my profile picture my dad took it-without warning-when we were in the car on the way to see my cousin Rachel and my Aunt Marie. Rachel graduated high school already but I'm still taller than her! but only by like half an inch. but till Rachel rox and the weekend vacation to Port Townsend was majorly awesome. yeah anyway. he said "smile" but I was like "uh ok why I am I doing this?" so I joked around and did a really stupid looking smile on purpose and said "Like this?" and he forgot to take the thing off flash so it looks even WEIRDER, but I ended up using it anyway for my PROFILE PICTURE!!! yay. on the right is a pic of me and my cous Rachel. I'm on the left with the streaks and she's on the right with the dark brown hair.

From French to Choir

I know I haven't written in a while, and i have no idea why i didn't but who cares. I'm back in school and ready to rock. No idea how, though, since pretty much everyone's mad at me for quitting French but it doesn't exactly make any sense cause i only have like two friends in French and Pinky (Natausha) doesn't mind but Kelsie, my other French class friend, is pretty peeved. she called me a traitor about a million times last Friday on IM. it made me sad. i had already cried my eyes out over it in the morning and at lunch! It was really sad. I mean, I love Madame Knell, she rox she's the coolest language teacher EVER. and she's SOOOO nice. but when robin, pinkey, and i went into the french room that morning it was like a shadow fell over the french room because of what i went in there for.
"Madame Knell, I gotta tell you something."
"Sure Christine," She said. Christine is the French name i picked.
"I'm transferring out of French."
I don't remember what she said after that but she looked so said i almost started crying.
"I'm really sorry Madame Knell, but it's just that French isn't fun anymore." she looked at me with big sad eyes and her face went white. "I don't have any friends in my class"-there's two 8th grade classes and Kelsie and Pinky are in 4th period and I was in 5th-"and when we do partner work everyone else pairs off and i'm left all alone to do work by myself and lets face it if i don't have a partner I'm screwed and I can't do the work cause my brain can't function properly unless i have someone who knows french better than me or just as well..." I was monologuing to avoid bursting with tears.
"Well is there something I can do?" She really wanted me to stay in her class! "Is there someone in the class nice enough or that you feel comfortable around that I can seat you next to-I can put you next to them for every seating chart if you want-" She was trying to help so bad it was making me really sad!
"Everyone in that class has a friend that they would rather sit next to than me and whether they sit next to me or not they'll just go walk over to their friends and work with them I'll still be left alone..."
"Well I don't have to do that anymore! I can asign partners!"
"No, I don't want you to ruin everybody's fun!"
"Oh they can deal with it-"
"I just think it's better this way French just won't be as fun as it used to be without my friends and one of the reasons I got an A in French last year was because of peer support but now all i have is just peer rejection."
"It just breaks my heart to see such a great student as you leave," a tear escaped from both of her eyes. "And you really loved French..."
"Oh don't cry Madam Knell!" But then I started crying! "Here you need a hug and frankly so do I!" and we hugged and it was just so SAD!!!!!
We let go of each other and I looked over out the classroom door and the seventh graders were all staring at us so Madam Knell said "Here," and guided me back out of sight of the kids in the hallway. As I moved back I glanced at Pinky and Robin who were staring at me with "WHAT THE F ARE YOU DOING????" looks on their faces. Madam Knell and I wiped our eyes and Robin laughed at us. so sympathetic isn't she?
"But I AM switching into a really fun class, I'm going into Choir."
"And you think Choir will be better for you then?" she asked, smiling.
"Yeah, I DO like to sing!"
"Oh, I know, you took advantage of class every time we pulled out our song sheets!" She said.
I remembered the day before, how during song time she called on everyone but me and Nate suggested we sing "Vois Sur Ton Chemin" which is my favorite French song, look it up on You Tube it's really pretty. But anyway, Madame Knell asked us all if we wanted to sing it and like ten people shouted "YES YES YES WE HAVE TO SING VOIS SUR TON CHEMIN!!!!" including me but the rest of the class was like no lets sing something else but just kept begging. our pleas were overlooked. "Maybe another time," Madame Knell reassured us. that was the worst second day of school ever cause of all the exclusion and stuff.
And I was right. Choir was WAAAAAAAAAY more fun. I made friends with a 7th grader named Halle or Hally I'm still not sure how to spell her name but whatever. and Yesenia, another French drop-out and one of my very good friends, and Camile, a girl with whome I was never very well acquainted with but now we're good friends, are in Choir, too. it was really funny though I'm just getting over a cold, and yesterday when we were doing voice exercises I was standing next to Halle in the risers and we were getting into high notes and my nose was plugged up and my throat hurt (I found out that day that she had a cold too, so that was kinda funny too) and when I tried to sing the high notes that everyone else in the class-including the guys-was hitting really well, I couldn't make a sound! I turned to halle and said "I can't sing!"
"Don't say that," she said. "You have a great voice-we all heard you sing on Friday!"
"NO!" I smiled uneasily. "I mean I can't make sound come out!"
She laughed. "Don't worry I can't even sing that high." we both laughed and continued failing miserably at singing notes only sick people couldn't hit.
So now I'm happy and I still visit Madame Knell in the mornings and on Monday, when I told her I was sick, and suggested she play my favorite song as a farewell gift, she said, "OH! I'll play Vois Sur Ton Chemin for you, Christine! Make you feel better!" and Kelsie, Pinky and I started singing along to it although I probably sounded a whiny dog cause of my stuffed up nose and soar throat. lol but it's good now.