//the four-one-one.
                  //the girl.
                  //the visual aids.
                  //the allies.
                  //the timekeeper.
                  //the scribbles.
                  //the shoebox.
                  //the devious.
                  //the living.
                  //the dead.
                  //the ex-ay-en-gee-ay.
    
August 12, 2004 at 02:24am
Holy guacamole, I haven't updated in a long time. Oh, where to start...

Well, I got my license back in May. Within the first month, I got into two accidents. One, my mom took the rap for. The other was in Traverse around 5:30 at an already busy intersection. Well, busy for northern Michigan anyway. I ah, ran a red light. Yeah. Swift. The damage wasn't extremely bad, but it was bad enough that they had to total it. It would've cost more to repair it. So um, we got the money from the insurance company and put it toward two vehicles. Now my mother and I have matching '99 Chevy Cavaliers. Hers is light green and mine is just regular green. Gee, it's cute I guess. She still dwells on missing her little red Neon and I still get tired of hearing her dwell about it. Oh yeah, and I guess I still sort of feel bad about it too.

My senior year is quickly approaching. I'm getting my pictures done tomorrow and I have mixed feelings about it. It'll be good because I can get that out of the way, but bad because I have to wake up early and I still have no idea what I'm doing or wearing.
Marching band is interesting. We had band camp, which ran from 8:30 until 5:30, Monday through Friday for one week only. It was so humid and the sun was near-constantly beating down. I don't sunburn often, but it kicked me right in the pants this time. I'm marching with the bari sax for my final year in band. I hate it, but it's a blessing at the same time. I figure this way, I won't miss band when I leave school. At all. And the other day, I realized that I'm never going to have to play "Pomp & Circumstance" ever again. This makes me rather happy.
My senior year will be fairly good, I'm predicting. I have a vehicle of my own, I'll be part of the oldest class, I'm fairly sure I have easy classes. Sadly, my GPA matters more than getting any educational value from classes. This is why I'm taking Auto Shop, General Literature, Global Perspectives, Concert Band, Symphony Band, Concert Choir, and Reading Tutor Lab. As of the end of my junior year, I have a cumulative GPA of 3.628. I'd like to boost that up past 3.75, but I'm not sure if that's possible. Enough with school though.

Okay. Back in December, I quit my job at McDonald's. Six months later, I came crawling back for it. I have it again, even though they supposedly have a strict no-rehire policy and I didn't give my two-weeks in December. I guess I'm not really complaining! It seems to be a much better work environment. That's why I quit in the first place, but the majority of those people are gone.

My mom now works in the bakery instead of being a cashier. My dad just got back from New Mexico (he was there for about three weeks... some Boy Scout thing) and he's doing rather well, I'd say. He still depends on rides from my mom and I, and he still does not give us money for gas. How pleasant. My brother is supposed to be coming up to Michigan sometime in October for a week. I haven't seen him in almost a year, so it will be ah, different. I'm obviously not used to seeing him, so it will be nice while he's here, but kick us in the butt again. Brandi's still alive and kicking, which is good...

Josh and I have been together for almost eight months now. He's put me through some hell, but has made me the happiest too. Almost everyone we know has told either of us that we should just break up. Even the kid who helped a lot in getting us together has said we should. Thank goodness we're both stubborn and pigheaded, and don't listen to what people have to say on a matter that they don't know everything about. But we've had some crazy happenings as of late, like me hanging out with this kid who he absolutely hates. Then soon after, he met this girl online and really ah, sweet-talked her and wound up telling her he's single and had a girlfriend, but she cheated on him and his world came crashing down until he met her. Hmm, really now... I had no idea I was only his girlfriend offline. Yes, I'm still bitter about it, and yes, I hide it really well and pretend like it's done and over with. It still bothers me. A lot. Lately though, he's been putting up with some crazy mood swings from me. He's handled it fairly well I'd say, considering he's usually the one to get upset or bothered about something. So all in all, we've had some pretty screwed up situations, but I'm planning on staying with that kid for a long while -- whether he likes it or not.

College is really scaring me. My dad is trying to persuade me to go to a larger college far away from home (thanks, Dad...) so I can march for the band. The thing is, if I can't handle a week-long band camp for high school, how can I handle crazy practices for a university? Oh. I couldn't, that's right. Scratch that. Not only that, but we don't have that kind of money. I also do not want to be paying off loans a few years after I get out of college. I'm pretty sure I'll stay in Gaylord for a while and work my way up to hopefully getting a management position somewhere, whether it's still McDonald's, or if I'd work somewhere else (a simple job) and be at least a head of a department or something. You know, just so I'm not at the bottom of the food chain, and making at least somewhat decent money. Meanwhile, I'll take classes at the local community college. By "local," I mean probably forty-five minutes away. Yeah. Awesome. The thing is, I hate school as it is. I want classes to be done and over with; I don't know if I want to keep going and possibly lose a lot of motivation. But unless I want to be stuck in Mickey D's all my life, I suppose I should. Damnit.

This summer, I've been hanging out with some interesting people. I've become pretty much best friends with this strange-ish girl named Yvonne. We have the same sense of humor and weirdness. She's quite the funny gal. Sometimes, it almost seems as if I'm her older sister, kinda carting her around everywhere and we're real assholes to each other, like how siblings are. *shrug* Anyway.
For a while, there was this kid who had MANY people over at his house while his dad was in Greece for about a month and a half. The place was dubbed "Wastoid Manor" and I hung out there quite a bit. Ironic, eh? The cops came by a number of times and every time there were MIPs handed out or drug busts, I'd be sitting there and just watching. I'd have nothing to do with it... thank god I'm completely against drugs, and drinking around people that aren't relatively close friends. Most of the time, I'd sit there and play Yahoo games on the computer that was much better than mine. (Oh yeah, I got a new computer too.) Anywho, the kid's dad came back and kicked him out of the house. The kid actually wound up going to jail in that time, but that's another story. It's really strange how I'd hang out there, but never really feel like I fit in. I'd kind of sit, listen and play Euchre. I'd always hate when they'd do drugs though. I despise the smell of marijuana, when they huffed ether it'd give me a headache, etc. It's weird... I'd feel welcome there, but not like I fit in. I think I stayed around because I had nowhere else to hang out and a lot of acquaintences were there. Since then, I've been hanging out in a parking lot after it's well closed. Yes, it's lame. Yes, I'm aware. It's just a bunch of people meet up there and we don't have parents or annoying siblings yelling at us to shut up and whatnot. Yet, it's another place where I feel welcome, but do not fit in. Hm. Enough of this.

I'm sure a lot of other stupid stuff has been going on, just nothing that I really need to type out. I'm really really tired anyway, so... I don't know why I'm updating this.
1 fish, 2 fish... red fish, blue fish!



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