One Last Correction, and Then I'll Go (And Get My Pieces Right This Time)

Er....well, this is awkward. It turns out a certain person I TOTALLY HATE (yeah, that's right, I went there!) is playing Liszt's Un Sospiro. Not anything by Beethoven. While it's not the end of the world, I did get my classical pieces mixed up and that is rather humiliating to me. So, just forget I ever said ANYTHING about the Moonlight Sonata. I don't know how I even came up with that. Who knows? Maybe he WAS playing it sometime.

NOT THAT I CARE.

On another note, winter break is here at last! And naturally, I have to be ill on my own time. :P You'd think with all the cancer research they're doing, those smarty pants doctors could take a 2 second break to find a cure for the common cold.

But that's cool, you know? Everybody gets colds sometimes, right? Definitely. And I'm now super-popular in orchestra* because of the Buche de Noel. Sadly, most of my French class interpreted the marshmallows as a con (sorry, Adhit) and barely touched the food throughout the whole period. However, I later walked into the band/orchestra room, shouted "Who wants cake?" and it was gone in no more than a minute and thirty seconds.

I love them so much. :)

I also love my fellow 11 2-period-high-school-goers. There was this one girl who brought everybody a potato for Christmas (most interesting present ever? I think so), and we started playing hot potato with it and chucking it at one another. Let me put it this way: if you had walked past us between 8:50 and 9:15 this morning, you would not have guessed we were the honors kids.

Au revoir!

*One of our....ahem, "less gifted" violists is considering taking lessons from my violin teacher! Yay! Competence, here we come!

Misadventures In The Kitchen, Week FIVE

This week's recipe: Bûche de Noël!!!!! Tres francais, oui? :)

My friend and I got together today after school and cooked it up (I use the term "cooked" loosely, as you will soon see). Our teacher offered FORTY credit culturel points if we baked one, so how could we not? That's practically an entire semester's worth!

Pros:
It is SOOOOO rich and delicious tasting. (That tends to happen when you use several cups of butter and powdered sugar.)
Fun time with a friend! Need I say more?

Cons:
You don't cook the filling or the frosting. Which freaks me out a little bit, since the mixtures contain raw eggs. Call me paranoid, but I like burning up the little bad bacteria through a process called baking!
If you eat more than 2 bites, you pretty much feel like puking.

Pro/Con (your call on this one...)
Marshmallows. My friend stuck marshmallows on our cake.

I wish it looked more like a log, but.....yeah. This is my baby, right here. ;)

Oh, and before I forget? I added a little bar thingy at the bottom of each post. It's like a comment button if people are tired and feel lazy! Feel free to like...use it...or something. Or comment. Or both? (Now I feel like I'm pushing my luck.)

Happy holidays! From Cheese and her Bûche de Noël!

I Can't Always Get What I Want (Because Adi Is Always So Annoyingly Correct)

Ugh, Adi...why do you always have to be so RIGHT?! :P

I suppose my last post was immature. In fact, I'm a little embarrassed that I let my emotions get the best of me. Part of the whole "moving on" thing is NOT CARING!!!

At all.

Certainly not enough to do such immature deeds. Therefore, I am now discontinuing my series. (Sorry, but some things just weren't meant to be.) But just one thing before I go....

(A.K.A. Blogging My Revenge, Part Finale)

I went shopping yesterday. Dress shopping. For my recital. And you know what?! If I may be conceited for a moment, I think I look tres fantastique! He's going to see me looking awesomely pretty in that dress, and it'll just HIT HIM. HIT HIM. HIT HIMMMMM that he could've had me then! But not anymore! Because I DESERVE BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!

(This is me, trying to not let my emotions get the best of me...what a fail.)

Anyway, good times. It's a gorgeous dress (I think, anyway).

And I have a Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa present for y'all, before I'm off to Louisiana on vacation (I'll try to blog, but I have no idea if I'll ever be in close proximity to wifi and/or a computer)! You get ANOTHER post today! A series post! That you've probably practically forgotten about! But it's BAAAACK! Yayyyy!

Blogging My Revenge, Part 1

The weekend is here! And dumbo BGF isn't!!!!! :D

Which brings me to the introduction of my new series, that I may or may not end up enforcing. I can't say it'll have a regular date (we all know how THAT turned out *coughcoughGOLDENCOMPASScoughcough*), but whenever I do something to drive the jerk who broke my heart crazy, I'll tell you!

During my TA time this morning, I was setting up the chairs, and I did the first of many immature things to BGF. You see, he has continued to be a butthead, so I decided it was time to stop hiding my anger and FIGHT BACK. I thought it might be nice to eliminate his chair from the front row (humiliating, attention-getting, and it fulfills my craving for revenge), so I had the following discussion with my teacher:
Me: *walks into office* Would it be juvenile to remove [BGF]'s chair from the front row?
Him: Yes.
Me: *walks out of office*
*walks back in*
Can I do it anyway?
Him: No.
Me: *removes chair from front row*

He ended up sharing one of the seven seats with a mutual friend. I was somewhat annoyed that he didn't banish himself to the back row, but on the plus side the friend did sit on the side closer to me. At least there was a partial barrier between me and BGF (henceforth standing for Buzz-killing, Ghastly Frenemy).

Oh, and one more thing. I learned he would rather sacrifice his pride by doubling-up on seats than by sitting in a place other than his rightful seat. That knowledge could come in handy. I think this activity might become a regular. :)

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Although There's Pain In My Chest, I Still Wish You The Best With A "F*** YOU!!!"

Sorry I've been blogging even less regularly than usual, but I've needed this last week for reflection. After BGF pretty much broke my heart, I needed a bit of time to think...and cry...and think more. And since y'all are my REAL friends (TAKE THAT, BGF!), I would like to share what I have realized over the last week with you.

1. He is mean.
This was the stage I went through a couple of hours after it happened. I cried into my pillow, got mascara everywhere, and broke down over the phone to a friend who is fortunate enough to not know him personally. HOW COULD HE DO THAT TO ME?!
(Song of the stage: "Dear John," by my fellow girl-next-door, Taylor Swift)

2. He is MEAN.
At this point, I didn't get SAD, I got MAD! Not just mad, PISSED!!! I gave him a whole year of my life, wasting my time being around him, trying to get him to like me, and mostly trying to melt his cold, icy heart. And what did I get?! I got public humiliation, that's WHAT!
(Song of the stage: "Mean," also by Taylor Swift. ...what? It fits the feelings!)

3. He is undeserving of my time as long as he remains under the impression I am unworthy of his.
Pretty self-explanatory. This realization was accompanied by a phase in which I glared at him, trash-talked him to a different friend (who is ALSO fortunate enough to not know him), and pretty much just vented. That led me to...
(Song of the stage: "I Can Do Better," by Avril Lavigne)

4. Although he is a spineless, horrid little weasel, he is stuck in my life all freaking year. And I can't get away from him.
...and that thought just depressed me all over again.
(Song of the stage: "Grenade," by a true gentleman, Bruno Mars)

Today, I hit my fifth stage of grief:

Acceptance.

To be more specific, acceptance of the fact that said spineless, horrid little weasel is playing the stupid Moonlight Sonata. And that a depressed, unmotivated little weasel-ette will be unable to NOT watch his performance. Because she loves that damn Moonlight Sonata.
(Song of the stage: ...did you not just read ANY of that?! MOONLIGHT SONATA, you goofballs!)

And when the weasel plays a piano with his nice little weasel fingers, the weasel and the weasel-ette are close again. Because the weaselly music doesn't drive them apart, it pushes them back together.

WEASELS SUCK.