foxy

Ironically enough, the thing I feared most just happened to happen to me. Lets recap, shall we? In my last entry, I said that I was horrified of Chucky, and if I'm creeped out enough, I'll cry.
Well.. Yesterday was Halloween, and some kid in a wheelchair (disability, not because its part of the costume) is strolling, or more like rolling along during lunch. And guess what he's wearing? A frickin' Chucky mask. My friends point it out to me, and I instinctively stop staring in that direction. Then all my friends start hovering around him, so I walk away, hoping to find a place to hide.
I'm walking away toward this little corner, and the next thing I know, I turn around, and the stupid fucking kid starts speeding toward me, full speed on his little wheelchair, with his Chucky mask on. I start running my ass off, screaming Bloody Murder. Then I start hiding behind my friends, and start shaking and crying in fear. Thats gotta be the fastest I've ever seen a wheelchair go.

Yeah, I'm that scared of Chucky. And, evidently, while I was trick-or-treating, I saw 3 people with Chucky costumes on. One was a little kid, about three. Exact height, and same flaming red hair. Ugh, the face still haunts me. I've even had nightmares of being chased by Chucky. Of course, I wake up in a cold sweat, shaking in fear, and crying.
Its a crazy thing to be scared of. But I'm not just scared, I'm fucking haunted by his face. Even typing his name makes me constantly look back behind me. Gah! Talk about paranoid.

Anyways, I got some good candy yesterday. But I'm finding myself eating all the chewy, caramel, and hard candy right now. Which is basically all of them. #1 thing to do right now? Eat all the chewy, hard stuff I can before Wednesday. Coffee and gum too. Hmm.. Maybe I can cheat the gum part.

Today was an extremely emotional day. Of course, not like every day hasn't been like that. Its just today was an extremely emotional day for me, and the people around me.
I noticed today, that I don't have any gifts. Any gifts or talents that I'm using for good. Or using in any way at all. Its all just for the enjoyment of myself, and it doesn't seem to benefit anyone. At church, we were suppose to mention someone else's talent/gift, and encourage them. You could only pick one person, and that person only once. Of course I went last, because no one could figure out anything good to say about me. You know why? Because there is nothing good to say about. All that was said was, "She's a sweet girl, and a good person."
I went last on everything today. Last picked during Ultimate Frisbee, last picked to talk about, last to be encouraged, and last or in the back of the group while we were walking to Castro Park.

Every since I turned 14, I thought I'd be able to handle myself better. I thought I'd be at least a little bit more smarter, wiser, and an over all better person. But all that's happened, is me getting quieter. I've suddenly become too self-conscious to say things out of the blue, to laugh, and to be random. I've almost forgotten what its like to have fun. I find myself liking being isolated, and alone. Locked in my room, sulking. And for what reason? I have no idea.
Its almost like I've lost myself entirely. I don't want to change who I am, but instead, I want to change how I carry myself. How I'm being projected, and what everyone sees me as.
As a Virgo, I'm suppose to be very critical of others. Instead, I'm very critical of myself. If I say something that I think is out of place, or wasn't necessary, I mentally beat myself up for it.

Even though its true that I like being alone, I can't possibly be alone and do nothing. I have to be doing something. Wether its reading, writing, listening to music, or doing homework or any kind of work. I have to do something. But sometimes, even when I'm surrounded by other people, I'll take out my book, or my red (soon to be black) notebook, or my iPod, and use it. Its almost like I'm purposely blocking other people out.
Its also true that I like making new friends. But its so hard these days to find a nice, true, genuine friend. I'm still struggling with the fact that I have no best friend. Just a couple of friends who I happen to hang out with during school and occasional weekends. Away from school, and there's no communication. I never IM anyone, and no one IM's me. Thus, I'm left alone with my iTunes open, and laying my head on my desk. Too lazy to pull out a book, or my notebook.

I'm virtually connected to all the people I personally know, yet, I feel completely and utterly alone. I can't help but wonder, "If no one wants to try hard enough to reach out to me, does that mean I'm a horrible person? Am I a bitch? Am I that bad, that no one wants to even waste their time?".. Maybe there are people who've tried, but I haven't made an effort. Maybe I'm building up my own walls, just to see who's really there for me, to break them down.

Today was such an emotional roller coaster. And I like roller coasters, but never the emotional kind.

No matter what's been happening in your life, the volume is now likely to be on the rise. If everything has been moving along according to your plan, it could get even better. If, however, you've been having a hard time, it may feel like things can get worse. Your fortune is beyond "better" and "worse." Don't get caught up in the judgment; just hang in there.

From Tarot.com. I can't help but feel even more gloomy after reading this. "The volume is now likely to be on the rise." How can it possibly go any higher? I know whats coming up, but I'm not prepared for it. I know I'm not, nor am I ever going to be.

I feel the need to question, what makes life, life? Is it the good moments, the bad ones, or both? WHY do bad moments even happen to us? Is there a measurement or a scale or some sort of limit for how much a person can take bad moments or bad things?
You know, its funny. When I'm happy, I always feel like there's a catch. That I'm probably going to have to pay back for the happiness. Like I'm in debt. Maybe thats where the bad moments come in. I'm paying back happiness, with sadness and gloom. Thus evening things out.
But is there really a scale for that? If one part becomes uneven, and since there's (assuming) no measurement of happiness or sadness in ones life, its always going to be uneven? Each side going to far to the left, or too far to the right. Never evening itself out.. Therefore, creating a chain of unevenness. A chain, which we call life? But what happens when the scale of happiness and sadness (better wording would probably make more sense) is finally even?

*sigh* This is what I get for reading too much Robert Nozick stuff. Although his is political philosophy, its still philosophy. Philosophy in general is way too much for me.
Gah! I so don't know what I'm talking about.

I absolutely hate how I have such a low tolerance for pain. One little flick, and I'll instinctively go "Oww!". When I fractured my finger, I cried like a baby. When I slammed my head numerous times on the ice surface from falling, I wailed. When I fell on my kneecap, which didn't even leave a bruise, I screamed, accusing it of being broken.
And now? Yes, I have stupid stupid metal thingys. I can't talk without wincing, and I can't even chew!! All I can eat is ice cream.
For dinner, I had noodles. They were my favorite! And you know what sucks? I couldn't even eat them! Let alone taste it. I had to cut 'em up with scissors, and swallow them. For the next 2 years, am I suppose to eat baby food!?!
GAH! Not to mention the pain and soreness! I mean, I knew it would be painful, but I didn't know it'd be annoyingly painful. Well, I guess pain in general is annoying. But thats besides the point.

I am not going to talk at all tomorrow, unless necessary. Which will be hard, because we have that stupid debate tournament Saturday. OMG the pain is unbearable! :'[
I couldn't decide which color to get, so I just decided on black. Would've gone with navy, purple, red, or green.. but I didn't want to stand out.

When I say I can't chew, I literally mean I can't chew. My back chewing molars don't even touch when I bite all the way down. There's too much interference with the stupid stuff. ARGH! I HATE THIS. I hate hate hate hate hate it! I'm CURSED, I tell you! CURSED.

:'[

Wow. 4 days without a blog entry. Hmm... I guess thats normal.
Okay... lets see.. The pain has subsided. Its still sore, but now I'm able to chew gum! Yay. And to me, thats all that really matters. :]
Actually, I've told my friends that if I develop a lisp, that they should slap the living crap outta me. Which no one has done yet, so thats probably good. When I went to school Thursday, I really couldn't talk without having to cover my mouth. And I'd have little tiny lisps here and there.. it was kinda entertaining.

Also, having braces makes it impossible to debate. My debate tournament, which was in San Ramon Valley High School, was.. disappointing, yet again. But this time, I was in JV instead of Novice, which means four rounds instead of three. So that makes winning a trophy really tough. When I was a Novice, I had to win two out of three. But now in JV, I had to win three out of four.
I didn't get to look at my ballots yet, but stupid Mr. Falgares or whatever said I didn't win one round at all. So that was.. very discouraging. But I can't say I didn't learn anything from the experience.
But I really actually regret going to the tournament Saturday. We had an end of the season tennis party, and everyone went. And from the looks of it, I missed out on a lot. I really really wished I went. I mean, if I won a trophy maybe I wouldn't have regretted it so much. But the problem is, I didn't. I didn't even win one round. I probably would've had more fun at the tennis party then debating LD.

We also got report cards back. Oh great. You know, actually.. I got Honor Roll. With all A's, and only an A- in Biology, I think I did pretty good. Surprised the shit outta me, but I'm alright with it. Hah, now that I think about it, this is the first time I've gotten the Honor Roll award since... sixth grade? I remember I got a D in Pre-Alg, and held a steady B in seventh grade. And I always had a A- during progress reports, but ended up getting a B+ in Alg 1. in eighth grade. And the time I did get an A in Alg. 1, I got a C in History.
Whoa.. Thats sad.
I'm glad our High School goes by block schedules, and we have our classes divided by semester instead of the usual cramming everything in on one day. That'll definitely help when I reach AP classes.

Also, just one more thing..
I hate shoes shopping, and jeans shopping. So difficult :[

Everytime I write 3 paragraphs worth of blog, I read it over, scrunch my nose in distaste, then delete it. Even as I read this over, I scrunched my nose in distaste, yet didn't delete it.

I don't think I have much to write today. Except maybe the fact that I finally finished writing in that one red notebook. Spiral bound, red, Staples, 3-divider notebook. Yes, I finished writing in it. What does that mean now? Moving onto another notebook. A black notebook.
As I was writing my last page on my ex-notebook, I felt nervous because with every letter I was writing, I was getting close to the end. That notebook has held true to me for 2 months. As I say it now, 2 months seems like such a little teeny bit of time. But reflecting back, those 2 months dragged on forever.

Well.. lets see. I'm sore because I ran, for sure, more then a mile yesterday and played tennis. I've adapted well enough with my braces to the point where I can whistle, without it hurting. Which is a major bonus because then I can wolf whistle :D
I've yet again, gotten the tops of my cheeks sunburnt. Either that, or I've developed some sort of rash on the tops of my cheeks? Itchy, red/pink, noticed by five people.. Oh my goodness! Its a rash. Evillll.
We're watching The Day After Tomorrow in class. Mm.. talk about huge paranoia. It also doesn't help the fact that today it was (in my opinion) really hot, in the middle of autumn?

But.. I'm getting an A+ in Geometry. YESS! Good thing I'm doubling up classes. :]

Whoa, cool! I actually spelled my title right in my first try. Awesome :]

You know, I'm done trying to sound smart. Trying to act all intelligent and knowledgeable, just for the sake of, well, sounding smart. Because in reality, I talk too fast, I babble, I use the word "like", like, a lot, and I curse and swear so much, my mouth should be washed with soap.
Speaking of soap, I'm starting to find myself taking 2 showers a day. Why? Because I constantly feel dirty, and gross. Especially after coming home from school. OK, I'm not like a hygiene freak or a cleaning lunatic, but I've just read so much stuff about E. Coli, and staph, and all those diseases and infections. Makes me shudder just thinking about it.
I have yet to buy a bottle of hand sanitizer, but this whole "clean" thing is starting to get me to wash my hands more often. And I promise, I won't take this whole hypochondriac thing too far.

Also, I've been finding the need to run more often. When I lay on the couch watching tv, I feel like I have to run, and I have to walk around; pacing the room. Albeit I'm too lazy to even stand. I know, I know.. "I'm still growing". Well, I can't help but find yoga and pilates extremely intruging. And I actually find interest in taking walks, jogging, and hiking. I don't know, am I just weird? People tell me I'm weird for liking stuff like that. Well, whatever.
Its also.. extremely weird too, that I like getting dirty. OK, not like that. But like, sweating, and working out, and going to the extremes. Playing in mud sounds kinda fun too..

Lots of what I say contradict each other. Wow, I truly am a complicated person. That could be a good thing, and bad.

.. how miserable it is to be sick. I was lying in bed for around 17 hours, and barely got 10 hours of sleep. Brr... even now, I'm shivering, yet my body temperature is through the roof. I really don't get how that works.. Hmm, mental note: Google search fevers.

Its ironic how my last entry was about being a health-freak, yet I just got sick. I find it really creepy..

Mm.. I love the Holiday's. Radio stations start playing Holiday songs, Starbuck's changes their menu to the Holiday menu, and the weather suddenly turns icy cold. Ok, maybe the last one is just me. But the scents of peppermint, cinnamon, and vanilla all come together. *Sigh* Gotta love it.
I've also yet to memorize all of Santa's reindeer, and all of the lines to The 12 Days of Christmas. I've been trying to since I can remember, but it never works. Hmph.

I think when I start to hallucinate, its time for me to take, yet again, another nap.

I'll make this a short one, because I just finished writing another one. But no one will get to read it, because I don't plan on publishing it. :P

Turkey... Honestly, I don't like turkey. Its kinda dry and bland. Well, depending on the cook I guess. But we had ham. Same as every year.
Families are suppose to come together, and be thankful for stuff they have during Thanksgiving. I guess you could just say our family isn't like that. We don't all gather around the dinner table together and at the same time, my mom works during Thanksgiving because she wants to, and no one ever talks when we eat dinner. Either that, or I'm really used to drowning out the Chinese that's spoken. And as much as I want us to be a family, I eat in less then 5 minutes, then leave. I don't see any point in trying anymore. Trying to make us a family.

I've about blogged about all the subjects I can think about. Or, touched on them lightly. All except one. And I feel like I can't type about a subject like that in here. It doesn't seem right, but writing about that subject seems to be my forte. I've mentioned it if I remember ever so correctly. But I've never made a huge deal out of it. And not writing about it makes it build, and build, and build. I guess that's where my black notebook comes into play. Also why I recently wrote an entry.

Thanksgiving only comes once a year. Yet, so does every other holiday. And its sad to see the ending of a holiday day.

I thought it'd ease itself out as time passed. But it didn't.
Our "group" of close friends consists of four people, including me. And out of those four people, I'm the most farthest apart from them. The rest of them talk on the phone all the time, IM each other constantly, and are incredibly close. Me? I don't know if I can call them best friends. Their just.. close.
I still have yet to find a true friend. One that I talk to everyday, call whenever the hell I want because I'm bored, and one that I can confide in.

To me, its seems as though people who go hyper/crazy/loud almost to an extent of immaturity are most popular. People seem to love them, and they hover around them. I honestly have no idea why, and its puzzling. I know a bunch of girls who laugh boisterously, gossip constantly, and are annoying and loud. But tons of their friends call them, and they have 5 IM's going all at one time.
You know, actually.. I do horribly online, and on the phone. I'm much better at conversations in person. Like with my friends. Conversations never last longer then half an hour. Yet when we're all together, we can hang out for the whole day, and never get bored.

I tried getting out of the house today, because of the beautiful weather outside. I wanted to go to the Barnes and Nobles at the Plaza, and Starbuck's too. I also needed to buy some stuff at Target, which isn't more then a mile walk from the Plaza. But when I told my mom my plan, an instant red flag went on in her head. Yay for overly protective mothers.

At least I got half of my homework done. Still got the rest to do tomorrow, then the day after that. Hmm.. I should start composing a holiday wish list. Just for kicks? :D

I'm tired. Just, really tired. I don't know why, or how, or exactly what's tired; my body, my brain. I'm also confused. Confused because I don't get it. The material they're teaching us, I mean.
I really should be focusing on studying and staying on task. Homework, piano theory, setting up my new phone. I'm just not ready for it today. Even though I took a massive break yesterday, I just.. I can't stay focused. The affects of Thanksgiving break are still shaking me, and making me want to go outside. Outside, even though its foggy and dark.
Yesterday was pretty fun though. I haven't taken one of those field trips in a while, so it was nice to get out of the house. I've been meaning to for a long, long time. I honestly don't think I had enough time though. Only 3 hours? Psh, pathetic. :P

I don't get why, but I'm tired as hell, and I still have a bunch of tasks to do. This is one of those things us procrastinators experience on a day to day basis. Which sucks. I hate being a procrastinator, especially when I end up feeling like this. But its something I can't help. If I could stop procrastinating, I would. But its kinda like.. being addicted. Once you try it out, you like the outcome. It makes you feel good, even for a little bit. And it has its bad points. But the good ones outweigh them. And try as you might to stop, you can't.

Let's see, what do I have to look forward to? Oh, just a whole bunch of make-up tests I gotta do. Which I am not prepared for at all. Not to mention, I have piano theory I need to do.
I shouldn't complain, because I basically got a whole week off. Because I was sick, I got to skip ice skating, piano lessons, and responsibilities for a couple of days. It wasn't bad. A really uncomfortable week vacation. But just like anything else, just because you put it off, doesn't mean the task still isn't there.

*Sigh* I like having this blog. When I'm stuck, tired, bored, stressed, crying, euphoric or just fine, I can always write here. And I absolutely love that.

You know, actually.. there's something REALLY bothering me. Its putting a lot of pressure on me, and its making me stressed as fuck. My dad. When I was sick, all he cared about was if my teachers knew that I was sick, and if I was gonna make-up all the work. He also kept on nagging me to ask my friends about my homework. All he cared, was that my school work wasn't behind. Even with a straight A report card, he keeps on asking, and asking. He steps in the room, and I can feel the dread, to an extent of hate I have for him, crawling down my spine. When he talks, I jump. I'm scared, and afraid of him. And no, I don't believe he even cares about me.
And if he does, he sure as fuck has a weird way of showing it.

First, I was sick. And I mean, it was horrible. I haven't been that sick in two or three years. I almost forgot how much I hate being sick. One, because of the uncomfortable-ness, and two because of all the missing assignments I'm accounted for. And then I have to go back to school and make it all up. That means sucking up to teachers, saying I was sick and that I need to make it up, and I need extra time to do assignments.

Then, Mr. Dejong passes away. OK, so I can't really mourn because I never knew him. But our whole school went kinda crazy today because he passed away over Thanksgiving break. Rumors started spreading, and there was a lot of commotion going on about it. And I didn't know him personally, but I could tell a lot of kids liked him as a teacher.

You know those days? Those days. The days when you wake up, and you feel like shit? Yeah, today was one of those days. I dreaded going to school, because I wasn't prepared for any tests, I didn't do much on my homework, and I just didn't feel like being in the school environment.
Then I go to the dentist office later on in the day. I just thought it was gonna be one of those regular visits or something, I don't know. But I later find out I'm getting my teeth pulled. Like, OMG! When they injected the needle, my knees started buckling. I almost had a seizure from shaking, I was that scared. So one by one, they pull 'em out. Guess how many?.. Six. And that's just one side. I gotta go back sometime later to get the other side pulled. Six also. So thats 12 all in all. This better be worth it.

Oh yeah. iPhone. I was deciding if I should get it or not, and I decided not to. Honestly, what am I gonna use it for? I mean.. its REALLY cool, but not for me.

Btw, when I poke my cheek.. I don't feel it! Hehe.. I just find it so cool! It feels all weird and tingly.. Whoa, deja vu.

Life seems to be routine now. Which to me, is a good thing. But sometimes I like change. Its not that I can adapt well to changes. If anything, I'm horrible at it. But I just can't do the same things over and over again. I guess in a way, it does make some sort of comfort net, or a safety net. But what if you took that net away?
Haha, I should seriously go into psychology.

I'm suppose to be going to the next debate tournament in DVC this Saturday and Sunday. But I didn't sign up for it. And boy, am I glad I didn't. Everyone's rushing around trying to get their cases done. This time, its 6 rounds, outrounds, and semi-finals.. all that stuff. I'm relieved that I'm not going. But it definitely isn't going to prepare me for our next debate tournament during Winter break..

Ice skating has been.. routine. Get up, freeze my butt off, skate, skate half asleep, and then sleep in the car on the way back home. And to think, if Berkeley was still open, I'd be synchro. ice skating. By now, we'd be getting fitted for dresses, fundraising, having our yearly Winter Recital, and I'd be teaching kids how to skate.. while getting paid. Or at least get some High School credits..
By January/February, we'd be on our way to regionals. Then possibly nationals. URGH! I can't believe we're missing out on it. The Haydenettes! Miami University! Collegiate, Junior, and Senior teams.. trading pins, dip 'n dots, cheering so loud you loose your voice, doing the wave.. skating an amazing program, placing second place, crying because of joy, getting to put on crazy make up..
Synchronized ice skating was like, my life. We got to travel and everything.. make our own Build A Bear, play in snow, skate outdoors on a real lake, visit Harvard Yard, make snow angels, get stuffed with fudge, and we barely had parental supervision. Besides the designated chaperone, who only told us to go to sleep on time, and get up on time..
And then we had mulitple cheers. I don't get how I still remember them all, but I do. OMG, I almost hate reminiscing.

Okay, okay, I'm done.

Mm.. At school. Computer lab, with the crappiest class of 'em all. Immature kids+ computers = pissy teacher.
We had an assignment, and we had partners. Everyone's still working, some haven't even started. I kinda just.. zipped passed it all. Hour left in class, and I'm finished.
Progress reports were handed out during second block. I wasn't surprised with it. If anything, I was relieved. I didn't get a C+ like I predicted, so that's good. But I don't plan on handing my parents my progress report, unless I'm asked.

I have debate next, and since I'm not planning on going to the next tournament, I can essentially skip debate. "Ditch" would be a more.. slang/modern term. But it sounds so.. bad. Hmm, does that mean I'm a bad student? Its not like they take role or anything in there.

I was adding events, appointments, and important things to the calender on my phone, and I noticed; I'm really busy this month. Or, well.. in my eyes. I've got a piano recital, debate tournament (whole new resolution, whole new case), appointments, winter carnival, then I'm going to Houston, Texas with my mom, and then there's Christmas shopping, and piano theory, then decorating the house, baking cookies..
Phew! In all my years of Decembers, I don't think I've ever had this much on my mind. Maybe since I'm growing up (hehe :]) I'm taking on more responsibilities. Hey, its a possibility.

We played deuces, B.S., and go-fish during lunch. I had to be taught how to play deuces. Not only that, but when everyone suggested card games, I was clueless. Egyptian war? Speed? I've heard of them all, but I've never played them. SOMEONE TEACH ME! :[
I always lose at card games too. My hands are too small to hold all the cards at one time, so I end up fumbling the cards everywhere. Thus, letting everyone see my hand. Plus, I suck at sorting cards, finding Royal Flushes, straights, and full houses.

Haha, so basically, I'm stuck at school infront of this computer. Everyone's off task, and they're running around the room. So this blog is like.. so random and meaningless. Meaningless writing.
Um.. If you've read through all of this, then wow.. you were bored huh? OK, well in order to entertain the bored... When I walked into block 2, it smelled like marijuana. Mr. Pang noticed, and sprayed this fake Febreeze thingy. Then security was called.
Yes, that's how bad-ass our school is. Not a good thing either.
I miss elementary school. When all the little kids were so innocent, and cooties still existed.

Its disturbing how the construction workers at our school check out the girls wearing short skirts, and tight shirts. O_o
Walking to school, I wanted to test my "hypothesis". So I looked at a construction worker that was "on break", and I followed to where he was looking at. Low and behold, he was elevator eye-ing a girl wearing skimpy clothes. Like, WTF!? I seriously can't wait until our new school's finished. Middle of next year? Better be. :/

It's sucky how the computer lab is in a portable, and there are like, no windows. Good thing I'm sitting close to the door. Bad thing I'm slightly claustrophobic.
10 more minutes 'till the end of class. Do I go to debate? Or do I got to Jamba Juice and refresh myself with a wonderful Jamba Juice smoothie drink thingy? Hmm.. I'm thinking Jamba Juice.

SSHH! ;]

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I didn't go to sleep last night until 1 AM. And the really horrible thing about it, was that I had to get up 4 hours later. I didn't feel like sleeping for some odd reason. Its odd, because I absolutely love sleeping. Wrapped in warm blankets, sleeping, dreaming.. It just sounds oh so comfortable. And I also knew that it'd be fucking impossible to wake up four hours later. Argh, that's why I hate staying up late. Especially when I have no good reason to. If the reason's good, then whatever. The rest doesn't matter to me.

Being sleep deprived isn't all that great. It really, really isn't. Even now, I feel the affects of not getting enough sleep. I sure as hell felt the affects this morning while I was skating, too.
I was just practicing my spiral sequence, because well.. to be honest, I was made to. I hate doing my spiral, because its all about flexibility. And I have none.
So I did my backward spiral (as always, not paying attention), and I hear my coach go, "Watch it!" and I turn around, and BOOM. I crash into another skater.
Skating is just like traffic. You gotta maneuver around people, watch both ways before you cross, and you have to look for spots to do your.. uh, "tricks". Then you need space to get enough speed into them.
The skater tripped over me, and fell. She was fine. But I tumbled over, and fell. Hard. On my tail bone. Nothing some ice pack can't fix. But painful, nonetheless.

Debate. Haha, funny thing. We had a debate in biology today; Darwin's theory on evolution, or the fact that God created man. I didn't debate. I judged. The debate was actually really hectic, and unorganized. Pulling arguments from here or there, and getting off subject. It was basically a debate about religion. Interesting, that. Debating about religion in biology class.
Speaking of debate, I actually didn't skip it yesterday. I popped in for a little, then went to Jamba Juice. Damn, I'm so glad I'm not going to the debate tomorrow!

During lunch, I went and bought a Snow Ball ticket. I'm amazed at the fact that I'm, well.. amazed. I actually want to go to Snow Ball. All the kids from the district are going; that means the place must be big. The only real BIG downside, is that its a formal dance. That means dress shopping, yet again. And having my Saturday free, means I have enough time to go dress shopping. But this time, without my mom. So I can pick my dress without criticism. Freedom at last! :]
I wonder if Berkeley High is part of our district..

Whoa, tomorrow is December. Another month, and its Happy New Year! I'm almost sad to see this year go. But I can't wait to see what's in store for next year.