I'm a Lady. Quit Laughing.
Right. So. I gotta start updating this more. But I feel like I'm bitching or ranting every time I do. xP
BUT HERE IT GOES.
So, I'm going on a stupid retreat tomorrow. Like. Religious. Because Catholic School sucks like that.
It wouldn't be so bad, really. If you ignore the whole Jesus thing, it's actually fun. I went last year, but that was just for the day.
THIS time we have stay overnight. And miss a day of school. And Mom had to $40. And it's required. And I can't bring anything electronic. (Pfft. Ask me if that's happening.)
That means not only are they making me go on a religious retreat I really don't want to go on, they're making my mom pay for it, and they're going to room me with some chick that I likely won't get along with. They also said parents can't drive their kid's straight there. Not that my mom would, but lemme get this straight.
You're making my mother pay $40 dollars to get me out of school (Even though she pays like 5,000 a month to keep me IN) so you can whisk me away to somewhere she doesn't know without my cell phone?
Get a live grip, Lansing Catholic. Seriously.
How much you wanna bet this is Molenie's fault? I will bet money.
My friend Mel is going to, be it's very likely we're not rooming together.
However, in a fit of pure genius, we have decided to set quiet alarms for ourselves, so we can get up and trounce about the retreat center at 1:00AM in the morning and be Ninja's of the Night. I still say we claim Jesus was a ninja.
Because he so was, you guys.
Bah, this is longish. Sorry for the rant.
Do have a favor to ask though. This means that Monday morning, I won't be around to watch the new Episode of Hetalia.
Sadness.
But if there's somebody who knows me on Twitter could tweet me the rundown of the episode, it would get me all pumped and excited to come back home and watch it. (Not that I won't be excited to go back home, but whatever.)
On another note, I'm toying with the idea of joining NaNoWriMo. I have this story that's I've been batting for years and years and years, but they're a few problems with doing it for NaNo.
Pros
I'll get this stupid story out, or at least start on it.
It'd be fun.
Mom's been buggin' me to do something for NaNo so that when I bother her, she can tell me, "GO WORK ON YOUR STORY."
Cons
The story's gonna be epically long and huge.
I would have no idea HOW to start it. Like, specifically. I don't know what the opening line would be.
I have to wait until November to start. Which, as I told Al, it's ready to come out now. It's like my story-water broke.
I've actually been keeping up in school lately, and I'd like to keep that trend up. NaNo would eat my life, I'm afraid.
I'd have to sign up on the website. I'd rather not. -shrug-
Bah. Still toying with it.
Ha, I can say this because it's not my DA journal too; I think C!Alex is mad at me. Again. Or maybe still. I can never tell with him. He wore this blue head band this and an oversized denim jacket on an out of dress code day once, trying to look gansta. He's a very much white, so I found it very much hilarious. Maybe it was dumb, but I noted him on DA that I found it very amusing. He never answered (though he doesn't usually,) and a few days later I wanted to try and start a conversation, so I poked him.
I got the death glare of DOOM from over his shoulder.
Of. DOOM.
Who knew boys where so sensitive?
Okay, just for furture reference, 'cuz I just thought of it.
I know about five different Alex's now, so I have taken to calling them nicknames. In this journal, however, I'll probably still call them Alex; Here's the key for it.
C!Alex = Crush Alex. Senior, very cute, we have a lot in common. I'm pretty sure he either doesn't like me at all, or does and is shy. I usually just call him Thompson like everyone else, because it's his last name.
MB!Alex= Music Bitch Alex. Another senior, Mel's friend. She makes lists of music she wants, and hand it to him, and then next day he's got a flash drive full of it for her. He's nice enough. Really tall. I've taken to calling him MB, because when I was more involved in the public Ego City fandom, there was one of LenZ friend's called MB. His stood for Matt Baker, I think, But MB!Alex's stands for Music Bitch.
G!Alex= Not for gansta. His last name is Garza, I think. He's nice, in my grade. He's got a broken arm as of current. We don't really talk at all, so it's unlikely he'll be mentioned again, but, well, there ya go.
I'm missing one, but I'll add him/her when I remember.
Also, The guys at my school GOTTA stop calling me by my last name. I don't care when the Trio of Zach/Jason/ Nick calls me this, because they where the first ones to do it, and they do it on purpose. But then after they started doing it, to save trouble (Or SOMETHING I don't know.) the other guys started doing it. Even the really jocky Health teacher calls me by my last name. Which annoying the piss outta me.
I am not your Team Mate. I am not your buddy. I am a lady. Knock that shit off, boys.
BUT HERE IT GOES.
So, I'm going on a stupid retreat tomorrow. Like. Religious. Because Catholic School sucks like that.
It wouldn't be so bad, really. If you ignore the whole Jesus thing, it's actually fun. I went last year, but that was just for the day.
THIS time we have stay overnight. And miss a day of school. And Mom had to $40. And it's required. And I can't bring anything electronic. (Pfft. Ask me if that's happening.)
That means not only are they making me go on a religious retreat I really don't want to go on, they're making my mom pay for it, and they're going to room me with some chick that I likely won't get along with. They also said parents can't drive their kid's straight there. Not that my mom would, but lemme get this straight.
You're making my mother pay $40 dollars to get me out of school (Even though she pays like 5,000 a month to keep me IN) so you can whisk me away to somewhere she doesn't know without my cell phone?
Get a live grip, Lansing Catholic. Seriously.
How much you wanna bet this is Molenie's fault? I will bet money.
My friend Mel is going to, be it's very likely we're not rooming together.
However, in a fit of pure genius, we have decided to set quiet alarms for ourselves, so we can get up and trounce about the retreat center at 1:00AM in the morning and be Ninja's of the Night. I still say we claim Jesus was a ninja.
Because he so was, you guys.
Bah, this is longish. Sorry for the rant.
Do have a favor to ask though. This means that Monday morning, I won't be around to watch the new Episode of Hetalia.
Sadness.
But if there's somebody who knows me on Twitter could tweet me the rundown of the episode, it would get me all pumped and excited to come back home and watch it. (Not that I won't be excited to go back home, but whatever.)
On another note, I'm toying with the idea of joining NaNoWriMo. I have this story that's I've been batting for years and years and years, but they're a few problems with doing it for NaNo.
Pros
I'll get this stupid story out, or at least start on it.
It'd be fun.
Mom's been buggin' me to do something for NaNo so that when I bother her, she can tell me, "GO WORK ON YOUR STORY."
Cons
The story's gonna be epically long and huge.
I would have no idea HOW to start it. Like, specifically. I don't know what the opening line would be.
I have to wait until November to start. Which, as I told Al, it's ready to come out now. It's like my story-water broke.
I've actually been keeping up in school lately, and I'd like to keep that trend up. NaNo would eat my life, I'm afraid.
I'd have to sign up on the website. I'd rather not. -shrug-
Bah. Still toying with it.
Ha, I can say this because it's not my DA journal too; I think C!Alex is mad at me. Again. Or maybe still. I can never tell with him. He wore this blue head band this and an oversized denim jacket on an out of dress code day once, trying to look gansta. He's a very much white, so I found it very much hilarious. Maybe it was dumb, but I noted him on DA that I found it very amusing. He never answered (though he doesn't usually,) and a few days later I wanted to try and start a conversation, so I poked him.
I got the death glare of DOOM from over his shoulder.
Of. DOOM.
Who knew boys where so sensitive?
Okay, just for furture reference, 'cuz I just thought of it.
I know about five different Alex's now, so I have taken to calling them nicknames. In this journal, however, I'll probably still call them Alex; Here's the key for it.
C!Alex = Crush Alex. Senior, very cute, we have a lot in common. I'm pretty sure he either doesn't like me at all, or does and is shy. I usually just call him Thompson like everyone else, because it's his last name.
MB!Alex= Music Bitch Alex. Another senior, Mel's friend. She makes lists of music she wants, and hand it to him, and then next day he's got a flash drive full of it for her. He's nice enough. Really tall. I've taken to calling him MB, because when I was more involved in the public Ego City fandom, there was one of LenZ friend's called MB. His stood for Matt Baker, I think, But MB!Alex's stands for Music Bitch.
G!Alex= Not for gansta. His last name is Garza, I think. He's nice, in my grade. He's got a broken arm as of current. We don't really talk at all, so it's unlikely he'll be mentioned again, but, well, there ya go.
I'm missing one, but I'll add him/her when I remember.
Also, The guys at my school GOTTA stop calling me by my last name. I don't care when the Trio of Zach/Jason/ Nick calls me this, because they where the first ones to do it, and they do it on purpose. But then after they started doing it, to save trouble (Or SOMETHING I don't know.) the other guys started doing it. Even the really jocky Health teacher calls me by my last name. Which annoying the piss outta me.
I am not your Team Mate. I am not your buddy. I am a lady. Knock that shit off, boys.