Dog Days Are Oh-vuh-er!

I had no sublimal message for putting that song as the post's title. It's just that I'm listening to the radio and that's the song that just started playing. And I have a really hard time thinking of other songs while I'm already listening to one. Hm. Anyway.

Today was "IB Day" at the high school I will be attending next year! (The one I'm going to for the first 2 periods this year...) I got to skip the most horribly dull classes of my day (math - where we learn nothing, French - which moves so dang slowly, and science - where my teacher SUCKS with a capital SUCKS) to watch IB classes...in action! *cue the applause*

I got to visit IB Chemistry (what the heck is "titrating vinegar?" Anybody know??), Pre-IB World History (where I saw my friend! Yay!), and IB Visual Arts. That was pretty cool, even though I know I am incapable of ever creating anything that artistically accomplished. I'm a music person. Concertos are my thing.

Speaking of which, tomorrow I will be FINISHED FOREVER with Accolay! And that lazy pianist. But next time I get to play the de Beriot concerto (no. 9, if any of y'all want to look it up on Youtube or something) AND a Mozart concerto (number 3, for all of you youtubing types)! Is it catastrophic that, as a musician, I legitly DON'T. LIKE. MOZART?!?!?! It seems horrible, but I just don't! I've played several different things by him, and he's just not that awesome! What's all the hype about? If you know a really cool Mozart piece that actually supports his reputation, by all means, send me a link.

Peace out! And wish me luck for my solo tomorrow *crosses fingers*
Cheese

Been Far Away For Far Too Long...

Today I came from school and, as usual, I wanted my snack. But instead of grabbing the brownies in the container on the counter (resistance was hard, don't get me wrong! Those brownies were all like, "Maaaaaryyyyyy," but I was like "NO! I won't cave before at least 4:30!"), I decided to reach into my backpack and get the bag of goldfish I stuck in a few weeks ago to eat during my TA time.

So anyway, here I am, in front of my computer, eating those goldfish. AND THEY TASTE FUNNY. Not Dan-Bergstein-esque, HAHAHAHAROFLOL funny. I mean like, oddly citrusy-tasting funny.

I've never tasted weird goldfish before. Ever! I always thought goldfish were one of those foods that never ever ever went bad, or stale, or even slightly different. You know, like celery. And Chex Mix.

And now I'm wondering if I should quit eating these wacky goldfish. Maybe they're super bad for me or something. What if I get a food-borne illness?! (Sorry for the unusual terminology, but "Disease Detectives" was one of my Science Olympiad events, and food-borne illnesses were the focus of this year's competition.)

Oh man, that would suck. I wonder how many people have died from incidents related to goldfish consumption???

Hmm. E-cookies and eternal love to anyone who gets me that statistic. ;)

That's it for now!
~Cheeeeeeeese

It's Not Over, I'll Try To Do It Right This Time Around

Hey there!

IT'S BEEN FOREVER, HASN'T IT?! Well, Not So Cheesy is BACK! I hit a kind of low point a few weeks ago (kind of? Okay, a really low point), and I felt like quitting my blog. I mean, what was the point? It seemed like all I ever did was talk about how much the kid sitting next to me swore that day, posted pictures of absolutely revolting French projects, and...whatever else it is I did.

But then I remembered the reason I started it in the first place. I was never very committed to anything, I was easily unmovitvated after the first few weeks of starting things, and I wanted something that I could look back on and say, "I STUCK with this."

So you know what?

I'M BAAAAAAAACK!!!!!

I...Am...In...MISERY! (Not Really, I'm Just A Teensy Bit Sad)

Huh. My follower count is...shrinking. :/

That's discomforting.

Anyway, I was planning to upload some pictures of my vacation...except my computer is being stupid. I'll keep trying, though!

And as far as the Buche de Noel recipe goes...still haven't found it. :'(

Gosh, today just isn't that great of a day!!!

Sometimes We Don't Learn From Our Mistakes

Yesterday at lunch I was assaulted by the ASB president. Unexpectedly, considering she doesn't even HAVE THE SAME LUNCHTIME. But what do I know? She came up with a very loud MARYYYYY! (this seems to be her signature catchphrase now), threw her arms around me, and ate lunch next to me. Rather awkwardly, since I didn't exactly say anything. Advice, anyone? What do I do with this random, unexpected attention? I'm so confused! (Ugh, what else is new?)

As far as music goes, I have just decided The Script is one of the best bands ever. EVER. There's just something about their lyrics that strike me as being amazing. Maybe it's because they're very simple, but still powerful and absolutely relatable.

And as far as OTHER music goes, I finally got a chance to rehearse my solo with my sometimes-usually-jerky pianist. Once again, he has pulled a U-turn. (As you probably remember, I'm pretty sick of all these.) I've noticed that when it's just the two of us, we're fine. We're great. It's like nothing else ever changed. When it's just us, it's fun and relaxed and about as comfortable as it ever was (still kind of awkward for me, since I'm not technically totally over him...but it's nice that he acts like he doesn't want to bite my head off). In fact, he's gone right back to swearing on my behalf. (I think that's a good thing. For a teenage guy, anyway.)

Hmm. I seem to recall once telling you I would stop talking about him on my blog.

Sorry about that. :/

Cool Kids Never Have The Time....Except For When They Do?

Interesting developments over here!!!! The ASB (Associated Student Body) president seems to....actually like me. Lately she's been all like "MARYYYY!!!!!" whenever she sees me. Like, more enthusiastically than people who...I don't know...actually know me. And are friends with me.

Since when do cool kids care about me? They don't! They never have before. I'm not cut out to be popular!!! I'm not that sort of person. I'm charismatic enough in groups of known outsiders...like orchestra. And math team. There, I'm pretty outgoing and awesomely funny (*not sure how I manage that on a regular basis*). But not with regular people! I'm just normal! And shy. 'Cause that's normal.

I guess lately I've just become recruitable! There's this, and for the last few weeks, Washington University in St. Louis has been sending me crap in the mail, trying to get me to go to their school. (I don't think they realize I'm a freshman with precious little academic history to date.)

This is totally bizarre. And now I have to vacuum. Can someone please recruit my vacuum cleaner? I want it gone. Like, now.

It's Not Enough, We Were Growing Up (And Growing Apart, Sad As It May Make Me)

Intro: The post title is from the song "A Town Called Hypocrisy" by the Lostprophets. I feel the need to tell you that because it's a relatively new song of mine, and I'm not really familiar with it enough to remember where the heck these lyrics came from. Oh, and Priya...I'm so sorry, but I can't find the recipe for the Buche de Noel!!! I'm looking for it, but I can't remember where I left it! I'm working on it, though! Don't worry.

My 54th post.....oh my gosh. It's been a long time since I've been here (the journey to Louisiana was a tad...time consuming), but I'm back and now I think I have some different perspectives on things.

One, blogging. Maybe it was just a goal, something I started because I wanted to stick with something. Maybe I wanted to tell all eight followers (hi guys! And welcome, Gabi!!!! It's nice to see you here) what went down every day in my painfully average life. But now, I'm not so sure. Maybe now it's not quite so deep. Maybe now my blog is just a place for me to aim my sarcasm dagger (it's a little sharp and bitter to be a hand) at maybe-ex-crushes who piss me off, for me to organize my thoughts, and for me to dream about what I'd say if they paid me a speck of attention. I believe Einstein once said something along the lines of, "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."

Oh goody. The crazy-haired genius thinks I'm insane. That just made my day, right there. Today I spoke to BGF....agaaaaaain. (I know, I know, y'all are groaning....but hear me out!) I don't know what I was trying to do. What did I think would happen? Did I expect him to magically wake up, pop his ego down to normal size, and drag me into his nice, toned, tennis arms? In a way, yes. But I'm being ridiculous. Maybe I thought he didn't hear me the first time around, and if I said it just one more time my message would sink in. I'm an idiot.

He heard me before. As most of you have never heard me speak, let me just tell you this: I'm VERY loud. Volume isn't an issue. To him, the issue was with the content of my words. He's become intolerant of anyone whose outlook on friendship or life isn't compatible with his own. It's a shame, really.

I think this next fact has always been there. But until now, I've never been depressed enough to bring it to the surface.

We don't work.

I've realized if our current, toxic relationship can be summed up into one statement, it is this: I can have Mary, or I can have Alex (OMG, I know! BGF has a real name!!!!), but I can never have both. If I don't change who I am, I'll never have a shot with who he is.

But I don't want to change. Through the popular-initiation/brainwashing thing that happened to him, he changed. And in the process, everything that was great about him got buried beneath hypocrisy, corruption, and harsh words. Honestly, there's nothing left in him that I'm willing to change for.

With that, I must aim this statement at him. My only regret is that he'll never see it.

It's not me, it's you.

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.

Friends, Lovers, or Nothing....(And Guess Who Just Chose "Enemies"???)

At least it's over now. I finally talked to the piano player today. It was public. And humiliating. And depressing. And a total buzz-killer. But it's over.

The highlights of our conversation are pretty much him saying that I'm a greedy attention hog, and he cannot POSSIBLY give attention to me, what with the hordes of people that all worship him because he is so popular and fantabulous. Of course. With all of them, he should definitely make them the priority over an ex-friend who (in my opinion, naturally) has been robbed of a great friendship, snubbed, and battered.

I don't think I have ever demanded an unreasonable amount of attention from him. He's probably just mixing up the amount of effort I put in (tons) with the amount of reward I actually got out of it (zilch).

He blamed me for our non-existent rehearsals. It's apparently MY fault that he can't find a ride, he has to work on the weekends (EVERY DAMN WEEKEND), and I never even try to find a time that works. He conveniently forgot the three consecutive weekends when I asked him if he had an hour or two to spare for me.

Bastard.

I have a few choice words for him that I intend to drop tomorrow. During our concert. In front of a huge crowd of people. Including his peers. I think he is in dire need of a little humiliation in order to deflate his massive ego, which hardly fits through the door.

All I was trying to do was be friends. Correct? Oui. I figured that since we were stuck with each other ALL FREAKING YEAR, it might be nice if we didn't totally hate each other. But whatever, right? He knows best, after all. (Excuse me while I bandage up my sarcasm hand, which just crashed uncomfortably into the ceiling.)

I love you guys. You're so much classier, awesomesaucier, funnier, sweeter, kinder, and better than BGF.

XOXO
Cheese

P.S. On an equally (yeah, right) depressing note, SHE AIN'T SWEARIN'. The girl I sit next to in la classe de francais has been as G-rated as a Disney movie! Our Cuss Count is still awfully low, and I'm not predicting a dramatic rise anytime soon. Plus, she says I have pretty hair, and I have greater difficulty mocking people who compliment me.

Let's Make This Happen Adi, You're Gonna Show The World That My Advice Can Work And It Can Work For You!!!

Yes, this post is for my dear friend Adi. For the sake of other readers not being totally baffled, here's the general situation:

Adi has a date. Kind of. To a concert.

And I'm going to tell him what to do (and what not to do):

Do tell her she looks pretty. Girls like innocent remarks that'll make us blush.

Don't tell her she looks hot. It is exponentially less classy.

Phrase to use: "You look ____"
Acceptable vocabulary: "great," "pretty," "nice." Vocabulary to avoid: "hot," "sexy," "like my mom."

Do be chivalrous. Hold doors for her (which you do anyway, because you are - as my grandpa would say - a "nice-a guy"). As I said in our gmail conversation, it speaks volumes. Girls are so impressed when guys do such no-brainer things like holding doors! We don't get it as much as we'd like, and when someone does treat us with a little extra respect, we sit up and take note!

Don't overdo the chivalry. When you carry her over puddles a la the Elizabethan era, that's taking it a bit too far. Girls can walk. Now that society has deemed it appropriate for us to wear pants, we actually enjoy the exercise.

Do try to make at least ONE semi-romantic remark to her during the concert. The lyrics that inspired this song title are, as I have told you, a good opportunity for you to lean over and whisper "This song/these lyrics/this whatever always makes me think of you."

Don't quote me. At any point. It's generally a good idea to steer clear of mentioning ALL OTHER FEMALE BEINGS while you are on a date. I may be her secret best friend, but until she knows that, don't let on that your dating etiquette expertise came from anyone besides yourself.

Do practice personal hygeine before leaving the house. Shower before the concert. If you're all like "but CHEEEEEESE, I'm a morning-shower person!", shut up. Suck it up and smell like yummy soap for one night. And for the love of all things holy, brush your teeth. If she has a miraculous time and decides she wants to kiss you or something at the end of the concert, you don't want her to have to breathe in your nasty lunch-breath (a guaranteed way for you to not get a second kiss).

Don't expect me to come up with a "don't" for this scenario. Hygeine should NEVER be compromised.

As for my last piece of advice, ignore what I just said (except about the showering!!!). Romance cannot be planned word for word, and if you find yourself thinking in the last two minutes of the concert, "Oh crap, I never held a door for her! Cheese said to hold doors! COME ON, DATE! WE GOTTA GO FIND A DOOR!", then you're screwed. That particular scenario would result only with you looking like a total idiot, and your date being pissed she has to miss the big finale for you to hold a freaking door for her.

You'll be fine, Adi. And if you have any questions, you've got plenty of time to bombard me with them.

I Used To Know My Place Was The Spot Next To You, Now I'm Searching The Theater For An Empty Seat 'Cause Lately I Don't Even Know What Page You're On

On Thursday night I went to the midnight premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part One)! IT WAS SO WORTH SLEEPING THROUGH MATH CLASS! All right, for the purposes of my movie commentary, spoilers will be in a different color! If you don't want any of the movie's surprises ruined, skip ahead to the rest of...whatever color I'm writing in. My blog changes it, so it ends up not being black, even though I write it that way...

You can stop reading now.

Siriusly, you can go back to the original text color!

No need to read spoilers!

Spoil spoil spoil!

You sure? Okaaaay....

I know you're all thinking it...so WHAT IN THE NAME OF ALBUS PERCIVAL WULFRIC BRIAN DUMBLEDORE was up with the random, naked, photoshopped Harry/Hermione makeout scene?! I know it was supposed to be Ronald's nightmare-scene, but...there was NO lip-on-lip action involved! Just words! Only taunting! Anyways, that image kind of scarred me.

I screamed in the Godric's Hollow scene! Bathilda was SO CREEPY. And Nagini....jumping out of nowhere....*shudder* I screamed! And then when it went all quiet and they reached for the wand by the ledge thing, I was all like "Don't look over the ledge! Don't look over the ledge!" and they DID, and I was like "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" because Nagini just like, jumped out! And....ew....fangs! Fangs!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! It was SO SCARY.

But I have to say, I think my favorite part was in the Ministry of Magic, when Ron is telling Mary Cattermole that she has to go home and leave the country and stuff. When she snogs him...the look on Hermione's face is just PRICELESS! She's all like, "GO DIE, YOU B-WORD! AND GET YOUR MITTS OFF MAH GINGER!"

...I think that's what I looked like today in orchestra when the principal second violinist started flirting with BGF. *glare* Luckily, I put her in her place when I swapped the seconds and the cellos. :) I'm the TA! I set up the chairs, I choose where to put my romantic rivals! THAT'S HOW IT WORKS.

And there was that totally random, completely film-only scene of Harry and Hermione dancing. I thought it was adorable and hilarious, all at the same time! So even though it was not in JK Rowling's masterpiece, I didn't mind. :D

IT WAS THE RETURN OF DOBBY!!! It was also the termination of Dobby, which made me really depressed. I almost cried. However, seeing as I was sitting next to the popular girls, I refrained in an effort to appear cool.

All in all, this is my FAVORITE Harry Potter movie! It absolutely reeked of epicness.

I'm afraid the cuss count revival gathered some premature hype. SP 2.0 went two full days without swearing! (After her streak of NINE!) If it was just a one-time thing, then I'm going to be very disappointed.

P.S. For those of you who were curious, the post title refers to the theater in which I saw DH. Guess who was there at the same time? BGF, naturally. Sandwiched between the ASB president and his fellow 9th grade rep. :P Both girls. I went up to talk to them (because at the time, I had no idea where to sit - the theater was PACKED!), and he didn't even look at me. It kind of sucked. It...really sucked. I need this conversation more than ever now....

You Need To Hear Me Out And They Said Speak Now!

I officially have an accomplice! *cue evil music*

ONE OF MY REAL LIFE FRIENDS IS GOING TO HELP ME WIN BACK BGF!

You see, I (like many other nerds in my grade - aka SIX) do Science Olympiad. Unfortunately, the B Division competition rules only allow for five freshmen on the team. That means that our team must bid farewell to one of our buddies. This is personally very depressing to me, because one of my closest friends is the one who will shortly be getting the metaphorical axe. He's doing an event with me (Crime Busters FTW!), and his absence will mean I need a new partner-in-crime. Sadly, my accomplice already has a full schedule, but she DID suggest BGF!!!! After I politely declined, knowing he would object in the politest way possible, she said she'd ask for me! I'M GETTING BGF BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!! :D

We're gonna bust crime together!

In other news, we switched seats in la classe de francais. When this happened, I was totally resigned to the fact I'd have to retire my Cuss Count, but guess what?! You're in luck! The NEW person who sits next to me (not my seat partner, thank God) swears even more than Seat Partner #1!!! So, starting now, I will be keeping track of the swearing done by SP 2.0. Just remember, 31 is the cuss count to beat! (Believe me, it's one day in and she already swore 9 times. I'm starting to think it ain't gonna be that hard.)

Don't Look Back, Just Go. Take A Breath, Move Along (All The Way Down To Louisiana)

Priya! Hi Priya! Thank you for not being a lurker! :) It's always great to get comments. They (and this goes for everybody's comments!) make my day. <3

Thank you so much for your words of wisdom. I had absolutely no clue boys were lunkheads (except for the manklers, of course). *sarcasm hand (not aimed at the comment about manklers)* But one of these days, he's in for a rude awakening. (I'm just sayin'.) Anyway, you've probably heard enough about that by now. :)

I have posted a poll that may persuade me to be marginally less lazy (no guarantees; I'm the one who finishes big projects the class period before they're due), and I shall be updating the cuss count pronto!

Guess what?! Over my school's winter break, I'm goin' on a ROAD TRIPPPPPP!!!!! All the way to Louisiana...believe me, I will have many pictures for you. :) We're going all the way down the west coast (after all, who would want to cross the Rockies in December?!), then taking a sharp turn in southern California and heading to some town near New Orleans! FUN, right?! Right?! *panics* I will NOT go crazy sitting in a car for an entire week. I won't!!!! *hyperventilates*

That's it for now, buddies! <3

Have a fantastic...however long it'll be until I post again, and if there are any Americans reading this right now, go hug a veteran tomorrow! They made sacrifices for you!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

P.S. 'Tis the season for a bit of shameless self-promotion. Followers, I call upon you to help recruit our Sparkfriends, because I have no means of reaching most of them! Please help me get our little cheesy family of 8 (me, plus you seven amazing followers) BIGGER, BIGGER, BIGGER!

Now, please excuse me while I go and attempt to retrieve my dignity. It must have wandered off while I was begging for your help...

She's Got All The Right Friends In All The Right Places, So Yeah, I'm Going Down...

Someone, please be so kind as to explain to me why somebody who a certain person has known for five years (ME) is talked to, looked at, and generally tolerated less than somebody they have known for five weeks (NOT ME)?

I fail to see how that adds up. And this was after I snuck a peek through the Calculus class window this morning at the high school! If they can't do the math, I'm hard-pressed to find someone who can.

My French class had a tres marvelous speaker today! He was the president of the local French Bakers' Union, or whatever it's called, and he brought me food. :) He also officially taught us to swear in French class (at the insistence of Seat Partner, of course - who else?).

I barely understood any of it, but I was quite amused nonetheless when one of the people in my class recited a phone number, asked if it meant anything to the guy speaking, and later declared, "WELL IT'S THE NUMBER OF YOUR COMPANY."

If you're ever in need of a stalker, just tell me. I know a guy. ;)

(The Destiny Dice Were) How This Idea Was Drilled Into My Head, Cause It's Too Important To Stay The Way It's Been

Good morning, my cheesy followers! Time for your occasional relevatory post! You see, this morning I was throwing my "Destiny Dice" to determine my fate for the day (yup, I was kinda bored).

First, I got this

And then this

And then this

But I realized I kept re-throwing the dice because I wasn't getting what I wanted. So you know what? If I want this, then this is what I'll get!

Because we make our OWN destinies! If we don't like the dice the world has thrown for us, just stick out an index finger and push the dice over!!!

We have the power.


(P.S. I don't have anything against getting money from a Sagittarius.)

Misadventures in the Kitchen, Week FOUR

The recipe: CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE BARS

And get this: I made them to take to a PARTY. An actual, honest-to-goodness party! A social event! Me!!!! Your little Cheesy's all grown up. *sniff*

Pros:
Chocolate.
Chip.
Cookie.
Bars.
Plus, my arm muscles are all buff thanks to the manual stirring I had to do!

Cons:
It took forever to mix because my mom didn't feel like letting me use the KitchenAid power mixer. Grr.
....it had chocolate. That outweighs just about every con you could possibly imagine (except for the lack of an electronic mixer)!!!

They were a semi-moderate hit among the four people who ended up attending the party! (Just to clarify, 6 people in my French class all planned to get together to watch La Vie En Rose for our "culture credit." 2 of them didn't show. Sucks for them.) Considering my cookie bars' rivals were a bag of Lays Baked Potato Chips, 32 bags of movie-theater-style popcorn, and some Halloween cookies, I take this to be a significant triumph.

Happy Halloween to my not so cheesy blog-followers!