On a more serious note

So, I’m ridiculously exhausted right now after staying up until…3ish at my friend’s house. We had an amazing good time full of insanity but I’m still exhausted. I woke up around 9:30 and couldn’t get back  to sleep because the room we were in has tons of windows and no curtains.

But that’s not what I feel like writing about right now.

My dad got a job offer.

More importantly, my dad got a job offer that is 4 hours away.

I will not move. Just a year ago I would have jumped at the chance to finally get away and live someplace else. I’ve lived in the same house my whole life. But right now?

No way. There is no way I am starting over at a new school for my last year of high school. I have better things to do than make entirely new friends and a niche for myself, like get into college. Sure, the schools are better but I’ve made my place here.

Luckily my dad doesn’t want to make me move either. We’re probably going up to see the town tomorrow or Friday. Right now some options are that he would get an apartment there and come home for the weekends, or as I suggested, I could live with my grandpa. I’d have my license and could make the 10-15 minute commute. Or… The option that the parental probably wouldn’t consider an option, they move and I stay here in an apartment by myself. Hehe.

I’ve reached a point where I’m finally actually really content with my life. And yes, The Boy is part of that.


I Dreamed a Dream

Today’s post actually has a story, as brought to you by Susan Boyle and Dumbledore.

Some background information:

  • My mom and my friend’s mom, in addition to spending way too much time playing Facebook games, also exchange food and beverages. Or as I call it “deal each other Asian food”. This means that Lauren and I have to carry the most random things to school and trade them. This will now be referred to as the AFE (Asian Food Exchange).
  • Me, Best Friend, and “Winger” call ourselves the “Aussietizers” after what Outback Steakhouse calls their appetizers. Because it sounds cool. And we’re interesting people like that. The Aussietizers have many exciting adventures in english, french, and study hall.


Today, I received Susan Boyle’s CD through the AFE. Apparently my mom wants to make a copy of it. We were playing Jeopardy en Francais, but it wasn’t fun Jeopardy like it was as freshmen.

So, we had fun with Susan. We decided that Winger was Susan Boyle, and also that he was married to her. He stuck the CD in his shirt pocket. We imitated her pose on the cover of the CD.

I stuck my eraser with a mustache drawn on it under her nose.

Those were our adventures with Susan. And we weren’t the worst in the class. (Of course, we’re never the worst.) Across the room Kevin was getting a penis drawn on his face with a Sharpie.

The Dream

Last night, I had a lot of short, weird, little dreams. One of them involved me trying to frame Boy with the murder of Dumbledore because their hotel rooms were next to each other. Best Friend thought this was hilarious after I told her. During the Susan Adventure it was also decided that Boy was going to leave her/left her for Dumbledore.

Zoo Animals

So, I’ve finally finished copying all my November posts onto WordPress. Joy!

I haven’t been able to fall asleep that easily the past two nights. That always bothers me. I like to get my sleep. I’m an early to bed and early to rise kind of person. Always have been. I’ve never pulled an all-nighter (except for that one night two summers ago when I couldn’t fall asleep until 2 or 3 AM even though I got in bed at 9:30). I get cranky if I can’t fall asleep when I want to. Luckily there’s a collaboration day tomorrow and I get to sleep in! And hopefully since my new curtains make my room as dark as a cave I’ll be able to.

Today the counselors came to english to talk to us about college and life after high school. Which was pretty much a waste of an hour. I learned maybe one or two things. I’m on top of all that. I’m on the third draft of my college list (need to find that). I’ve visited 8 college campuses already. I’ve taken two SAT subject tests and I’m going to take more this spring. Plus, our counselors are a reminder of how ghetto the school is. You might forget about the fact that the motivated kids are in the minority and all the other things until you get to visit the counselors. Freshmen year, we had three of them. A-G, H-N, O-Z. Ms. A-G and Mr. O-Z (my counselor) were the most competent. Only the former had a baby and may never come back, and the latter was upgraded to a dean. Survival of the fittest. The worst counselor is the one still doing that job. This year we have a new woman, who I am so glad I don’t have. When she was talking about the PSAT, she told the group that she still has trouble reading and comprehending things sometimes. Not what I want to hear the woman who is supposed to help me get into college say. So… I’ll accept our old counselor. She’s on her third or fourth career. But at least she can understand things.

During study hall today the conversation got to Muggle quidditch. I talked with some of my friends about starting a club of it. We’ll see. It would be awesome but… We’ll see.

During Chem today I was told that I would make a good zoo animal.