So, Are the Kids Allowed to Drink Diet Pepsi Now?

I stayed home today cos I was feeling very crappish. My throat is sore, my nose is runny AND stuffy, and I just feel really sick.


Song: She Had The World...Panic! At The Disco

Wearing: Walled Lake Central's freshman class "High School Musical" tee from last year, jean knee-length shorts

Random Question: Why do you think honeydew is the money melon?

I...wasn't aware that it was. 0.o

You know, last year, I would just LOOK for reasons to stay home. I didn't really appreciate school as much as I do now. Don't get me wrong, I had some fun times with my friends at Sarah Banks Middle School. I would give a lot to go back, but the fact is, I was just really lazy and didn't want to get up so early. This year, I hate staying home from school more than I hate going, which is saying a lot, kind of. For me, there are mixed emotions about school. I absoluetly love school, but I don't like MY school. But whatever, I am thankful that I even get to go to school.

Homecoming is Saturday, I think. I'm not going, and I am not the least bit sad about it.

I went to Books-a-Million the other day and bought myself the third book in the series that I am reading. It's called Slawter, and the series is The Demonata. The books are good, but not good. They are very entertaining and easy to read (well, if you have a strong stomach) but they aren't the greates in the literary sense. I love them, but I wouldn't choose to do a book report on them.

Speaking of book report, I just wrote mine. It's long and it's not written very well, but I did it last night with the intention of turning it in today. It was on the book Pickle of the Week by Wayne Dwapps. I described the main characters, Gerkena, Dillio, and Sweet Baby and recommended the book to "readers with a special liking of soaked cucumbers". The theme? The Great Adventure. "This book is chock full of thrills and twists as these noble pickles embark on a journey to save Gerkena from the sodium-craving jaws of the the Human Amy".

I highly doubt anybody would actually WANT to read my real book report, but if you have your heart set on it, I'll e-mail it. (And that wasn't hinting that I want you to read it, either. I really don't care.)

Tomorrow I am going to the library at lunch because I am long overdue. Not my books- I am really good at returning my school library books on time- I mean me. I skipped, like, this whole week of going to the library at lunch. Tomorrow I will return to my glorious geekdom and spend a comfortable half-hour in the library, renewing my Luxembourg book, turning in my copy of The Downsiders by Neal Shusterman (the book that I really did my report on) and checking out some manga. Lunch is good when spent in the media center. Except now, my two friends Sandianna and Simone follow me in there and are loud, so I get ticked off and so do other people...I mean, I like them both okay, but I'd like to spend some quality time in the peaceful quiet of the library *sigh*. But anyway, my media center rocks. It's not exceptionally huge or anything like that, but it is pretty nice and I like the lady who runs it, who is also the head of my French Competition thing which I am now officially going to...

WAIT. HOLD THE PHONE.

I can't believe I haven't mentioned this yet. GUESS who is going to be at the Orlando House of Blues on October 24th? YEAH, I don't even HAVE to tell you! They are, and it is totally real this time, I looked on the real House of Blues Orlando site and they are totally coming on the 24th! *expression changes from utter bliss to deep sadness* But when I told my mom that, she totally said I couldn't go. *slightly brightens* BUT I think that if I can convince Petra Von Schmorgesborgenheimereinekleinenachtmusik (Peter) to come with me, maybe I can swing it. Maybe. Please cross your fingers. The tickets are only 25 bucks, so if I bought us both a ticket, i would still have 50 bucks left. please work out, please work out...

Well, I shall now leave on that hopeful note, hoping with all hope that this dream hopefully comes true. I hope. Oh ratsnacks. I have HOPE class tomorrow. XP

I Did Invite You!!!!!!!!!

I am so tired today.

Song of the Post: Ich bin nicht ich...Tokio Hotel

Wearing: Dark pink tee with vest design and hearts, grey shorts.

Random Question: How tall would you be if you never cut your fingernails?

How much better would this question be if it made sense?

Yeah. Tired. Very tired. ZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzz

So, anyone remember that song 99 Red Balloons by Nena in the 80s? Well here you go if you don't:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14IRDDnEPR4

Anyhoo, she had a song called Irgendwie Irgendwo Irgendwann, and she just mad a new one called Anyplace Anywhere Anytime with Kim Wilde.It's half English, half German, and it is so good. Oh my Bill. I keep listening to it over and over again. I can't get enough of it!! I had been wanting to check her out for a while because Bill loves her, and then my friend sent me the video on imeem. Nena is sooooo pretty and has the best voice. And is one of the only German acts to be successful in the US. I heart Nena. She rocks.

Well now that there is no concert *cries hysterically* I am free to go to French competition. I am looking forward to it. I am going to memorize a poem en Français and recite it for the judges and also be in the big group play. Yay me.

I'd like to take this time to share with everyone who reads this blog how much I hope we have pizza for dinner tonight. It would make me very happy, especially if it was not Hungry Howies. We haven't had pizza for weeks now when we used to get it almost every Friday. :'( If my mom ever read anyone's blog anymore she would see this and maybe get pizza. But no. EH-EH. Not gonna happen. Hey, we have a free small pizza and box o' Cinnastix at Domino's...mmm, Domino's...

Well, I am falling asleep, so I am going to read my Luxembourg book on the lenai (don't know how to spell that) and maybe fall asleep before we get pizza. I mean dinner.

Afterword: If you stop reading my blog, I won't take offense. I just realized how boring and trivial it is. Why should you waste your time listening to a teenage girl chatter? Hmm? I don't know. I kind of feel like this blog isn't even worth it. I really think it wastes everybody's time. It was funny at first, but now it isn't funny anymore and I feel bad for those who read it. :(

Okay, well bye! :D

Run, Baby, Run

Yesterday as I was leaving English class, I saw a 20 dollar bill folded up underneath one of the desks. I picked it up and...said, "Ms. Frost! Somebody left $20!" What a good person. *grits teeth* Even though I could have really used that money right now more than ever before...



Song of the Post: Mademoiselle Juliette...Alizée

Wearing: Arizona dark blue denim skinnies, red large stud belt, American Idol Live 2007 tee, Jelly Belly flip flops


Random Question: You're going to the moon. What did you forget to pack?

My math book...ah darn.

AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh

So yeah. *hotdoddressedlikeaclown* What?

Did I already talk about Record Juliana in a previous post? Okay, well my friend Tristan and I finally picked the name for our band, and it is Record Juliana. I got it off of a band name generator. I liked the name NYMich, cos Tristan is from New York and I am from Michigan, but Record Juliana was the name that we narrowed a full page list down to. Other finalists were Missing October, Starz en Skye, Code Never, Minor Crime, and I Hate Florida :). We got rid of the ones like Prosthetic Pink Panties and Disgusting Sexiness pretty quick. He wanted Screaming Crayon Revival, but I wasn't so keen on it. But yeah, anyway. That is the official name of our band. All we have to do is learn how to play our instruments now. And find a guitarist. We also need a singer, but until we find one, I take vox.

Hey, you know what?
The Pussycat Dolls are sluts. I really can't stand them. As Peter so smartly said, "Since when do you need to be half-naked to sing?" And dance around like a STRIPPER?! That's why they only won best dancing in a video at the VMAs. Bahahah...turds. 0.o


She stole my heart in the trailer park, so I jacked the keys to her father's car...

OMB. We were at Kohls and there were two ladies...women...people with a baby standing at the opposite register waiting to be rung up. So the one lady...woman...PERSON starts going "who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?!" to the baby. And then she stops and looks at the othe la-person and goes, "Well, you don't know who your daddy is! Hahah" and the other luhperson just says, "yeah." Like yeah haha I don't know who ma baby daddy eeis en ya know what, ahmuh juss go en avvertizin it all over the dang place.

Yee-haw.

I have already told everyone who reads this blog [which makes no sense that only 4 people read it, this blog RAWKS. Ksh Yuh] that the Tokio Hotel concert that I have been saving up all my money and not spending a cent of it for was a HOAX. A FAKE. NOT A REAL CONCERT. I have been looking forward to that concert for so long. It just crushed me to know that my general hope for the future has been built from a lie. It just sucks epically. T.T

I'm looking at you through the glass, don't know how much time is passed, and, god, it feels like forever, no one ever tells you that forever feels like home...how much is real? So much to question.

Do you want to know [you know I don't really care if you do] what the boys' new favorite song that they listen to CONSTANTLY is? Hmm??? Oh, well, I couldn't describe it. You have to listen to it to get the full effect. Here. Watch it. It's okay. Go on. Watch it! WATCH THE VIDEO!!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RqfsiGlySGM
And they dance exactly like that. All day. All the time. Beam. Freaking. HA.

I want to change my font. Okay done.

Well, I am going to go and take my German test now. Wish me luck!

Tschau!

I AM NOT HAPPY WITH LINDSEY'S FRIENDS;THE PHONE IS RINGING CONSTANTLY

Hey everybody! I am going to go get Quiznos for dinner right now, but if you leave your name and number, I'll call you when I get back...


Song of the Post: In die Nacht...Tokio Hotel

Well, I got back from Quizzles a while ago. I wanted a meatball sub, but then they were out of meatballs. Then I wanted tuna...they were out of that too. So I ended up getting honey roasted ham and swiss. Yum, it was so good. The guy that did our order was amazingly cute though. OMB. My mom was like, "Do you go to high school around here?" And he said that he went to NPHS. So I came back with Lindsey's drink that I was getting and she goes, "Oh, Paige, he goes to North Port, too. He's a senior." So he says, "Oh she's a senior?" but he didn't sound surprised. Then my mom tells him, "No, she's a freshman." Then he goes, "Whhaaaa??!!" lol.

Thanks. I think.

Come to think of it, I have had many people tell me that I "DON'T look like a freshman". Does that mean I am going to be like, the freaking crypt keeper when I am 30?! I hope not. That dood is butt-[hey mom it works with butt in front of it too] ugly.

Okay, so there is this kid in my math class that rocks. He's Jamaican, but is from New York. He's really tall and skinny and he is black. But he is whiter than me. I told him that Tokio Hotel was the best band ever and he disagreed and said that it was My Chemical Romance. At that moment, I thought to myself, "where have you been all my life?" lol. But no, we are friends now and trying to find a name for our band that we are going to have. He'll play bass with me on drums. All we need is a singer and guitarist! Oh, and if you are wondering about that earlier band I mentioned with Ricky, I am not doing that anymore. Ricky isn't as cool as he used to be. And that's not just because he broke up with me for no apparent reason. :P

I was supposed to go to my Tech Day today, but again I blew it off and slept until 11:30. Heh. I like sleep. I can't blow them off anymore, though. I have to get those points for Thespian Troupe!! Grrr...no more missing Tech Saturdays!

Which brings me to...the school musical. We still don't know what it is. I don't think I can try out though. I know I am not a good singer. And I don't like it when people tell me I am just to make my feelings not be hurt. But I might make myself try out because I also need to be in 2 full length productions for Thespian Troupe.

Although I might not even have to worry about North Port High's Thespian Troupe. We are looking into getting me into Pine View. It is a gifted High School. Problems: transportation-it's pretty far from my house; getting in-I know I am okay with the smartness, but I don't think I'm "gifted". I don't know. I just really want to go there very, very badly. I really don't like North Port High. I want to be with other people who want to learn. School is such an amazing privilege, and it makes me really mad when people blow it off like it's no big deal.

Also, maybe Pine View has German classes. :P I don't think anybody has any idea how much I really want to learn German. And no, it's not just some phase I am going through because I love Tokio Hotel. Foreign Language is just so...fun. I love it. I think as much as Theater!

I am beginning to get worried about how much of a nerd I am. I mean really, is this much geekiness normal? I went to the library at my school ( I go there every day for the whole lunch period, never miss a day) and I got a book on Luxembourg. I took it out during theater to look through it and this girl was like "You got a book about Luxembourg? Ohhh do you have to write a paper?" And I was like, "Uh, no. I just really like Luxembourg." She gave me a weird look. As she walked away I yelled, "LIKE YOU DON'T LIKE TO SIT AROUND READING NONFICTION REFERENCE BOOKS ON FOREIGN COUNTRIES! I SAW THAT COPY OF MALAYSIAMANIA IN YOUR LOCKER!"

Ah well, I better go. Lindsey must be getting impatient. I think we are going to watch Mean Girls and eat a cookie from Quiznos that is supposedly Oatmeal Raisin but tastes like Pumpkin Spice. Don't forget to sand your ficklefack!

Dude, I just now titled this old post. Heh.

Today I heard a German version of the Beatles song "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" entitled "Komm gib mir deine Hand", which translates to "Come Give Me Your Hand". I liked it a lot better than the English version.


Song of the Post: 1000 Oceans...Tokio Hotel


Anyone for a riddle?


Okay how about this:


Hypothetically...

What if you lived with demons who ate all the food, made you hear their music, and disrespected your mother?
What if their father treated everyone like crap and didn't care what those demonic children did?
What if everyone was in a bad mood and it spread like a fierce disease?
What if, every day you thought I can't take this anymore?
...
What if you started to write a post that was supposed to be a huge complaint about your life, but the half way through you realized that there are so so many people who have it so so so much worse than you and that you really had no right to be complaining whatsoever?
What if, in the middle of that very post, you realized, I am a very privileged person that is very lucky, has a bunch of people that love me and that I love dearly, and have so many things that I take for granted?
What if you realized that you could have a really good future despite the current way things are?

What would you do?

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Well, that was not expected or planned at all. Things suck right now because...well basically a lot of it comes down to one 16 year old who sees himself as God, but anyhow, we're not talking about that right now. But how many times have things sucked before? A few. It's difficult to explain how I am feeling right now. It's like crappy and uberbummed mixed with reflective and appreciative...and a dash abhorrence.

...

I also feel dissapointed that I have now ruined my funny and easy-going blog with this Daoist/Ghandi/philosophical...idk what I am talking about, but I ruined a fun streak. How horrid of me.

Here's another riddle for you all:

What if you were hungry cos you passed up spaghetti earlier cos you were ubermad and hating your life and feeling sorry for yourself?
What if your sister came into your room and asked you if you wanted the rest of her not-ripe-yet-therefore-still-crunchy pear?
What if someone signed into AIM and you didn't know who it was?

What would you do?





I'll tell you what I would do. I'd pray to Bill that the spag was still out and go get some, tell her to throw that nasty thing away, and check who it was. And then I would finish this post. Peace to die Mutter. Rener, out.

At School

I am at school right now. I just thought I would post and share with you all the novelty of me being in school and posting a blog...while I am at school. Okay, well I will add to this more when I get home for the day. And yes, I am allowed to be on here, I am at lunch. Not that anybody really cares...

Waking up to Your 80 Year Old Self

I don't feel like doing word of the post anymore. I didn't even use my last one in the post. But nobody caught that, because nobody pays attention to blogs anymore. I know we are busier now, but, people, take it from your hypocrtical princess of blog (a.k.a. Me, a.k.a Paige,a.k.a. yours truly, a.k.a. Moi, a.k.a. Pinot, a.k.a. Gugenheim), post. Read. Comment. Don't lose touch with this virtual blogtopia we call Blogger.com. Please. I beg of you.

Anyway, in lieu of the word of the post, I will do...song of the post. Whatever I am listening to at the moment that I type the "song of the post" section, that is what I will put down.



Song of the Post: Long Road to Ruin...Foo Fighters


Hey, even though I'm not doing words of the post anymore, ya wanna know a really fun word? Well, frankly, I don't care if you do. Don't read it if you don't care!!! But it's cosmopolite. It's the word of the day on dictionary.com, and it means someone who is at home anywhere they go; a citizen of the world.


You know how they say that you start learning about yourself more as you grow up? Well, until fairly recently, I though that was a bunch of bull-scheiße. I always thought, how ridiculous is it to say that someone doesn't know who they are? Of course I know who I am. Who knows me better than myself? It turns out, I was wrong. I don't know myself almost at all. So, I am going to document the facts that I learn about myself in this very blog. Yeah, yeah, that's conceded and self-centered, but who is the one that is choosing to sit here and read this self-centered and conceded blog? Hmm? Riddle me that, grasshoppa!

Fact #1: I have a seemingly unquenchable thirst for knowledge and experience.
I want to learn so many things, acquire so many skills, do so many things, that it doesn't seem like I'll have time in my life to do it all.

I heard the cutest thing I have ever heard in my life. I'm not exaggerating. You almost definitely won't find it as adorable as I do, but I am going to share it with you anyway. This is a small interview with Tokio Hotel on the eve of the VMAs (OMG I WAS SO PROUD OF TH, THEY WON BEST NEW ARTIST. I WAS SO PSYCHED OUT OF MY MIND. I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY HAPPY FOR THEM! GOOD JOB, GUYS!) and the way Bill says "skittles" makes my heart absolutely melt. Watch if you like.

http://buzzworthy.mtv.com/2008/09/07/tokio-hotel-gets-loud-and-dangerous-in-the-paramount-parking-lot/

This Thursday I have a meeting after school about the French Competition. I am really looking forward to it. It is just an informational meeting about the competition/field trip. What I already know is that you prepare something for the judges; either reciting a memorized poem in French, performing a French skit, participating in the group play, pulling a topic out of a hat and talking about it in French for a couple minutes, or doing a written test. You go with other French students and stay in a hotel for two nights and have a banquet dinner. If I go, I would like to do the poem and the group play. You get a rating for whatever you do. Sounds expensive, but I didn't get to go on the eighth grade field trip, so I am going to fundraise and whatever else I can to go!

Also along those lines, today in Theater we had to decide if we wanted to do our act for Showcase. Showcase is where you perform to see if you can go to districts, which is also preparing a piece (mine is a bit of a play with three other girls) fopr judges and getting a rating.


Well, now that I have bored you all to death I am about to throw myself into my homework and start writing the letter to my principal requesting the return of the much loved German classes at good old North Port High School. Alrighty then, okay then, buh bye, buh bye now! Oh yeah, and I still really need help with my dillema from the last post. (See intro paragraph of "I Hate Wrestling")