I know I didn’t say enough. But who says you can’t go forcing love?

The years over. I can’t believe that I'm the only cool kid not excited for summer. I think it’s because I'm afraid of change. That seems to be something that runs in the family. I think out of all the school years ive ever had, this was my best one. And my worse. It’s actually quite complicated. I think I'm going to reminisce and try not to cry for a while now, sorry if you get bored. I'm going to try to mention everyone:

McAlister’s scrabbletastic class. Where I convinced everyone that Romeo and Juliet are whores that should die. And Shakespearian day (every Friday, add “ith” to the end of every sentenceith). MAMBO! GO! After West Side story when we danced in the circle of desks. Louis is a ref. and how annoyed she would get when we would call anyone “dude” or “bro”. The jeopardy game that my team (diamond, Joel, Louis) failed. Quran (when he was in the class) saw Beyonce at Burger King! I'm Tom’s wife 8 times. Maria (though that’s more of a Gabi and Diamond thing). Everyone in that class is now aware of my talking through movies problem. This is also the class where I make all my music papers. Singing Rent songs with Annie like everyday. Sandra Cisneros. Bernie’s freaking analogies. Writing on the Bulletin Board. When we painted in the beginning of the year, and me and Annie ruined our uniforms. Melissa had to read that part in Inherit the Wind, but she didn’t want to, so she read it in the most monotone voice ever. Roxanna getting mad as I passed notes to Gabi. GABE. When Tom announced that he wanted to try on my eyeliner (he will regret it, but he Sooo asked). Lots of pretzels. My love of debate. When we used to give up and leave class ranting. Cruefest is August 27. When me and McAllister argued for like a half hour about the context of “herd”. When she said that I should grade all the FCAT essays because I would fail everyone. Alexis always shushed everyone. When Sam brought the cake, said surprise and dropped it. The cake did a 360 and landed on the floor unharmed, if it wasn’t a surprise at first, it sure was then.

Garcia’s temperature malfunctiony classroom. There's so much to say here. Blue Cross Blue Shield Questions. Ghetto Barney. When I had to try Vegemite because of TAI TV. Red Herrings. When we would discuss other teachers. Interviews. My extreme hatred of Pedro (“Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood Morning”) When Diamond and Felipe drew the picture of Sara Palin in a well on my notes (I couldn’t study after that, so I failed). All of those days with subs, like when we sat in the back of class and took pictures. And that one guy with the riddle about hell that made no sense at all. Up against the wall, and it’s all over. That day it was really cold in the portable and we went in the cafeteria (and Felipe left Joamna walking and it took her a few seconds to realize she was talking to herself.). And the people rejoiced. How I answered William Beckett to every single If Question. Veronica: Twinkies. When we went to the computer room to do the college account things, but me and Diamond just compared blogs. Moving the boxes and Felipe and Bernie lost a wheel but kept going. When me and Gabi put Dickies over our Jeans. Mustaches presentation. When the TV actually worked. European history! European fish! European Joamna! When I used to sit by the window and Felipe would always turn around and bang his elbow on the screw coming out of it. Horrible drawing skills. The coat of arms.

Riggins. When she spent about 45 minutes discussing hurricanes. Not the football teams, in-depth into Andrew. Quincy and the cow. We can’t use the restroom when the bear is naked. Yesenia can’t take her hands off of Grant. Stephen and Ernie the Chipmunks. Ernie scratches his belly. Eric the know-it-all. Cupcake is delicious. Sam and Gabi sitting behind me. Ugh! They: 1, sprayed perfume all the time, 2, when Sam started banging the pretzels on the desk, 3, all of the questions and mousy behavior….You put the square in square root. The bottom half of a triangle situation. We spelled Ghetto wrong on purpose, but she pointed it out anyways. When she told me that I'm attracted to bad guys. Supersonic hearing. Eric, are you----------!!! The computer room and the teacher next door got really mad at us. How we all got the giggles during quizzes when didn’t know what the hell we were doing. Primal screams.

Lunch Table Crew. Karen walks. Ref hunting with Jillian. Diamond always bought me lemonade. Karen eats my food. Jio pays me 10 cents every week. All of those pictures with the tongues. The extremely long lunch line. That day I demanded to stand on the bench because I didn’t want to sit don or stand on solid ground. Kissy noises. The huge pile of bags that prevented you from talking to anyone across the table. There's the exit, wanna go out? The magical Jeannie of the #$%&@!$ lamp. Shoulder slut. When me and Jilly pretended to be eight graders obsessed with Danny. Deep conversations with Karen. Papa John’s ;) with extra tomato sauce. My sunglasses. Stopping for chats with Latent. Yummiboy. Yummyboy’s friend (shivers*). I always left my science book. Me and Diamond would sing Say Anything songs. The staircase after lunch (remember Dachari??). The ghetto kids who stole our table. Jilly the tree was looking at me funny! When we came back to school and our circle table was like across the spill out so me and Jio and Danny and Karen were men and lifted it. I'm on a boat. Glue Chapstick. I planned out the next 11 months of our friendship. Karen’s motto (to explicit for the internet).

Biology. The walls aren’t real! Boy and girl pinecones, when he took us out of the school and like a block down and everyone was scared we were going to his house to be brutally murdered. Toilet paper. Nobody knows Mr. Ware like his neighbor knows Mr. Ware. Sady’s awesome socks. Crayfish when I gave the whole vegetarian talk. Me and Joamna’s pig names Wilma, but then I liked Sucia better. Carlos and Danny’s pig jesus. How Mr. Ware would just leave class the last 20 minutes. Mouse. Sam’s questions. April Fools Day. When he came in Rhino. When we drank the colored water out of the giant test tubes. Running in place. That weird deer game outside. He accused Stephanie of going out of class for 20 minutes every day. When we came to class late and he went postal. Touching metal. When me and Roxana went to the back of the classroom and drew the Heroes thing all over everything. And then we drew the Jonas Brothers next 3 album covers. Felipe dancing on the table.

Broadcastingness. How it’s full of Satan’s children and basers. The music videos. When Bernie and Chris and Manny and Jake and Ernie mad that blood out of cornstarch or oatmeal or something. How broadcasting terms are very similar to sex education. Ernie, I'm black! Paulina’s my sister. Icecream. Super intimate conversations in the new room. Psycho. Jackie is Sam. Ryan and Brandon = Brian. You’re messing with the wrong white girls. I hold Paulina’s hand with the ghetto. Diaz obsessed with his sons basketball games. When I wrote Stacy’s love letter for her. Snorting powdered sugar. Can we start? Leaving for the “bathroom”. When we convinced all the guys that there are vending machines in the bathroom (they got really mad). Break!!!!!!!! Running around. The security guard who constantly told us to get off the wall. Fixing everybody’s hair and telling them that they smell bad. Me and Paulina constantly annoying each other with our stories about how love sucks. When Nia read the bell ringer superspeedy so we could finish. Jesse (how much can I say about him, ha). The teacher would always knock on the door. Stacy’s awesome jewelry. Cheetah Girls. Those days in the library looking up love quotes when we were supposed to be doing story boards. Icy Tower and that Risk game. How I get super picky when editing but I work awesome under pressure. Leo barking. The sub who recorded the guys trying to break paper with their heads. Stacy’s shoes always smell awesome. FAHNA. All of the almost fights. Shooting the music video and I had to dance on the lunch tables. And Homecoming package. Taken is the best movie ever.

This year was awesome. You see why. Of course, being a downer and all, I can write just as much bad things. But I won’t. Hopefully next year will stand up.. I don’t want to have to lose anything else. I'm super tires. In a week I'm working at camp so it’s all good. But this summer the burger party needs to happen.

Oh, and the whole biography/autobiography thing wasn’t working out. But I started writing this letter for Diamond. That’s when I realized that it’s much better writing your life as if you’re telling it to someone else. Instead of summarizing it with a bunch of “she’s”.

For now I'm going to chill. Do nothing. Not go anywhere. Catch up on sleep. Make summer playlists that kill. But if I'm in your contacts, I'm said to make great phone conversations.

Oh, and Pushing Daisies…you must watch!

As I’m looking to the sky to count the stars, I wonder if you see them where you are.

So psycho draft is finished. We got a D. I think it was the worst one that Diaz has ever seen. We were supposed to shoot the real one today, but that didn’t happen. Thursday, I think.—Sneakerhead!
And I have recently discovered my love of croissants. I love it when McAllister gives us food.
Bernie: Tom’s extra talkative today, what do you think he had for breakfast?
Roxanna: I don’t know, probably a parrot or something.

Think about the following spoken to a friend who shared the contemplation with me:
--Have you ever lost something that you wanted to lose and gained something that you thought you wanted but in the end, the thing you lost is what you really wanted and the thing you gained is what you wish you’d lost?

Saturday, some of my old friends met some of my new friends. They seemed to mix well. It was, what was oddly described to me as, “A pretty little group of people.” They highlights were singing But Its Better If You Do. (The clean version…”Praying for love and a hat dance.”) And watching Hailey and Joamna and Rachel and Jason trying to transfer their mixed drinks (pour everyone’s into a giant glass) into an empty cup using only their straws. When this was done we went to Petco. Enough said.

Now I think I'm going to rant. Not a mad rant, is it even a rant? I'm not that sure. But I want to express a concept called to my attention. Mostly through the broadcasting guys. I thought that I’d keep this to myself like Sandra Cisneros advised me to. But I think I pretty much go against everybody’s advice anyways.
So lately ive taken part in some interesting conversations. They are basically about what guys find attractive in girls. And vice versa. So my friends said that guys generally like thick girls. Okay, maybe that was the wrong term to use. I mean thick as in thighs, and a stomach. This pretty much goes against everything I was taught.
My old school was so different from this one. Maybe since I'm transfer. The kids aren’t the same. Different values, different ideas of “socially acceptable”. All my life I have been taught that skinny is beautiful. That if you don’t fit into a size 3, your fat. And nobody likes you. That was an exaggeration, but I’m sure everyone understands. There was this pressure to be skinny. And sad to say, I never was skinny. I never was fat either. But I never was happy with how I looked.
So this year, I decided to loose the weight. It was really 15 pounds, and it wasn’t hard. I'm sure I didn’t loose it the right way, but it works. Now instead of pushing a 5, I fit into a 3. And a small shirt size.
I really don’t want to go into a related anorexia thing, so I won’t. I'm still not satisfied, and I don’t think I ever will be. But as Tom says; “I don’t want to talk about it man.” And I realize I'm being semi-personal, but deal with it. Weight is a rollercoaster, along with many other aspects of life.
So now, after I loose, I am told that that is not the ideal. Which is outrageous. But for me, it’s a loose-loose. When I go to school I have to be not skinny. But where I live (kinda far away) the people expect you to be skinny. I can’t be both!
Fitting in is too hard nowadays. The standards are crazy. You can’t be what everybody else is. Or expects you to be. And why does everybody strive to be perfect. It’s too hard. The closer we get to it, the farther it gets. Like the horse with the carrot tied in front of it. Everybody just wants to be accepted. To be loved. Maybe some people just aren’t meant to have that. No matter how many changes they make, nobody cares. Or takes notice. Will they end up alone? Wow. I really need to get my head fixed.

Isn’t it horrible when you find yourself everything you want to be, but you feel empty.

So today was super…ish. Not super-ish as in superhero ish, but super-ish as in blah-ish. April fools day, ah! What more do I love than being upset at the world but for a reason. I had a premonition that April fools day was going to be bad, and for once in my life I was wrong. We stole my biology teacher’s keyboard and all then we all sat backwards in our chairs, that was kinda awesome. I liked sitting backwards. I had a different perspective of the room.
So here I was, thinking I was not going to get a detention for a while. I’m trying to behave myself at this school. But, whadya know? I got one.
Riggins always manages to give out these totally killer tests. I hate that, I do all my homework and have an A but then I take tests and get Fs; bringing my average to a C. So of course a new math partner who just happened to be freakishly good at trig was like a blessing (remember Damien?). I could not concentrate today, my mind is on other subjects (mind your own business) so I decided it would be a good idea to cheat. I wasn’t gonna do it at first, I struggled through my test like I normally do, but there were a few that I needed help on. So when Riggings wasn’t looking, I glanced at Damien’s paper. I just glanced, but the woman has eyes on the back of her head.
I swear, she wasn’t even looking at me and called out: “Jeannie, I sure hope your not doing what I think your doing” I stupidly go “No.” (it would have been a much better choice to ask her what I was doing. When I said no, I had screwed myself over. I hate it when I know exactly what to say 2 minutes after a conversation). So, my extremely “witty” teacher says “What, are you gonna turn around and say ‘April Fools’? Detention” she looks over at my table, “For both of you.”.
At this point I felt super bad for Damien cause I didn’t want to drag him into this mess. But maybe ill get to study him more in detention. But I didn’t want him to get in trouble with his parents or anything (already thinking of the heap of trouble I was going to be in).
But then Damien did something strange. “I don’t think your gonna give me detention.” This guy obviously has either some guts or a death wish. You have no idea what this white woman can do. But then, her eyes turned bronze and and she had this odd smile on her face “That’s right, April Fools”. and the class went insane. Or as insane as they can go while taking a test.
So I went back to attempting to take my test. And Damien just handed me his paper and said “Be discreet.” So that I was and he saved my life cause most of the marvelous work I had done was extremely wrong.
And I still cant help but be intrigued by Damien Grey. There is just something so different about him. And in case you haven’t noticed, I have this strange thing where I always have to know everything about everyone. And I’m gonna figure him out too.
I turned my test in as the bell had rang. I picked up my bag and walked to meet Gabe. When I was walking out of the room I just happened to glance down at my desk. There were these crazy indents in them. Like burn marks. But not. It was so weird.
So yea, I didn’t get detention. April Fools!
Song in my head all day: Subject to Setback (This Century)
Turn Me Off (Audrye Sessions)

dont you just adore a monday complication?

Today, school was normal. Well, at least as normal as a day for me can be. There’s something on my mind though. More of a crazy theory. So I didn’t want to write about this because I don’t think it is in the nature of all this (motions up and down). But there are no rules so ill go ahead.
In my second period class, I heard rumors about this new kid. His name was Damien. It wasn’t bad rumors, like he was a thug, or anything- but I heard stuff about how withdrawn he was. People were even experimenting with the fact that he could be scary. They didn’t know whether to classify him as a nerd, or someone to be intimidated by. So they stuck to making fun of him. I didn’t know what to think of it at the time, so I laughed along with them. But I could tell everyone who hadn’t seen him yet wished that they would have a class with him so they could get in on the conversation too. Come on, its highschool and we all want to be "in the know".
So I'm sitting in my geometry class and this guy walks in. Damien Grey. The principal was with him and walked up to my teacher. He started whispering something in her ear. The moment they do, the whole class goes crazy, like we always do when our teacher is preoccupied. Good times. Anyways, Damien stood at the door, kinda awkwardly. He sorta struck my interest because something about him seemed different, he let off this aura. I watched him hesitate and look for a place to sit.
At this point I was really hoping he wouldn’t sit next to me. Earlier this year, my "math partner", Gabi, got moved from sitting next to me. Something about how we distract each other. Lady, she’s my best friend, how can you not expect us to talk about our Spanish teacher’s hideous haircut? So ever since she was moved, I would lazily put my feet up on the chair next to me. One time, Bernie put his base at my seat which kinda ticked me off because I couldn’t put my feet up. So if I mentally shot a base for being in my seat, what makes anyone think I’d welcome a person?
But just my luck, the only open seat is next to me. He noticed that too and hesitantly started over. I felt kind of bad for the kid because everyone was looking at him. One guy, Charles even spit his gum at him. That was a really stupid move but I thought Charles deserved to pick on someone else, because he was the new kid before. Funny, kids are still that immature that they continue to use the "totem pole" method. I was there once, at the beginning of the year, I didn’t know anyone but Gabi. That quickly changed though because people here are surprisingly accepting of people like me.
So when he reached his new seat he asked if he could sit there. Stupid question skinny, cause I don’t think you can sit anywhere else. I just rolled my eyes and nodded. The principal was still in the room, seemingly enjoying his conversation with my teacher. I introduced myself, to be nice. He told me he was Damien (I already knew that, but I didn’t want him to think I cared that much to listen to the rumors). I asked him where he came from. Then, oddly, he replied "I'm not quite sure". I found that really weird.
Which made me think, why was this kid coming to our school for the last quarter? He must have really done something bad and got kicked out. But he sure didn’t look like it. He was just this gangly kid. My kid sister could have taken him down (if she was about 2 feet taller, but you get the analogy). But his eyes, there was something about them. They looked different. Not like they were wise, but more like he knew more than he should. They looked troubled.
And his arms, I don’t know if he is a recovering emo kid or something but he had this big slash on his right. I also noticed a few smaller ones. This school does not need anymore alleged emo kids. Either he is desperately calling out for attention or he got attacked by a few dogs.
I could tell he was really nervous about something. Cause he kept darting his eyes around the room. He would glance at everyone from left to right. Every few repetitions, he would focus on one person. And concentrate real hard. Like he was trying to read their thoughts. A few times, his veins started bulging. I didn’t want to think about it much, cause, what if he has a mental problem or something. Or some crazy eye condition.
I didn’t want him to think I was staring at him for the wrong reasons (I care way too much what other people think), so I told him what lesson we were working on. He had already learned trigonometry at whatever school he came from. He opened the book my teacher had given him and started to work. This kid is a genius or something. He didn’t need a scientific calculator, and I'm pretty sure he didn’t need to think either. He just did his work, as if by memory. So once again, I found myself watching him like an idiot. "Why are you starting at me?" he asked under his breath. It took me a moment to realize this question was directed to me and not the 3 on his paper. I dumbfoundedly answered, "You work really fast". He just glanced up at me and mumbled, "I do what I have to".
At which point my thoughts of him turned into a mixture of confusion, curiosity, and annoyance. What made him think he could come and talk to me like that? I have zero tolerance for people who answer back. And there is only enough room in that classroom and school for the sarcasm that comes out of my mouth. But its not even sarcasm he’s using, he is just being too mysterious. I wanted kind of wanted to forget about him, and focusing on passing the test next Wednesday. But I also wanted to know why he answered how he did. Why he was so vague. But he wasn’t vague, he was just confusing. I don’t know.
So this guy obviously wasn’t Mr. Personality, so I decided not to say anything else. The principal left, so our class was back to learning. Were still laughing about the SOHCAHTOA thing.
I forgot to mention, but when Charles spit his gum at him, something else happened. It was kinda vague, so I think I'm the only one who noticed. Damien turned around, really fast, almost reflexive. So reflexive, that it seemed like he turned around while the stride was still in the air. He just stood there and gazed. This was all happening to the side of me, so I couldn’t see what Damien was doing, but Charles freaked out. It was like they were holding this long stare. And Charles went pale.
So when class was over, Gabi took a long time packing up, as usual. So I was standing there, my gaze once again controlled by Damien Grey. He sighed, put his book in his worn black Jansport, studied his schedule, and walked out of the classroom.
When we got to the hallway I asked Gabe what she thought of him. She just laughed and answered, "Just another kid whose fun to talk about."She told me to pay attention to the weird stuff he does so that we can talk and laugh about it later. Oh yes, I will be paying attention.
Yea, so I saw this kid again in lunch. We were gonna sit with Jio and Karen and those people. Me, Diamond, and Jilly had just finished buying our pizza. We were walking to our round table and he caught my eye. So I continued to have fun at lunch with my friends. Close to the end, I noticed this ref that I know walk up to him. He was eating by himself. So Damien and the ref started talking to each other. They were in hearing distance but I couldn’t quite understand what they were saying due to my lack in every language but English. I’ve only taken up to Spanish 2. (Id assume they were speaking Spanish, cause this guy was a ref, but I cant be sure).
But I could tell that whatever the ref was saying was making Damien really mad. He did the staring thing again. This time I could see it. But I cant even begin to describe it, its like this deep stare. But why would this guy be doing that, its so geeky.
Maybe superpowers? Wouldn’t that be hysterical. Bringing even more quirkiness into this school. Maybe I just watch too much television. But wouldn’t that be awesome if he were Sylar’s cousin or something? I need to kick this Heroes obsession.
But seriously, what if this guy has some crazy powers? Is that even possible, have you ever considered that everyday people have abilities. Like that strange man at the Deli, or the lady at blockbuster. How much do we know about each other to be sure?
So the ref just walked away. It was so strange though.
Damien wasn’t in any of my other classes, but I did see him after school. He was walking a straight path to his car. I watched him get in and it drove away. I couldn’t help but feel this strange feeling of understanding toward him. Perhaps it was a bond. Perhaps I'm an idiot. He’s new. Vulnerable. But yet, he seems to have this higher level of thinking, like we mean nothing to him. Once again, it goes back to the eyes. They make me kind of scared, but I cant seem to stop noticing them from across hallways and stuff. He’s definitely interesting. And I want to find out why.
If you know him, don’t tell him that I wrote this. I hate to make people mad and I'm not sure how I want him to think of me just yet. As in, will we become friends, or will I just be a jerk like everyone else?
This all doubles back to confusion, sometimes we make ourselves see things to distract form what we really saw. As in, you saw a bird flying and not a plane going down. Sometimes we make things up when we become bored with life. Like, we swore we saw Paula Abdul at Publix. Sometimes we imagine things to suite our desires. Like mirages in the desert.
Which one does my perception of Damien Grey come from?

random thoughts in 5th

paulina and ernie are...hot. im going to write about them because im being peer-pressured into.
-paulina is my girlfriend
-ernie is serenading me us with lil wayne.
-ernie looks super cute today and hes going to wear his star earings tomorrow..he dances like a creep but i feel a large urge to party with him
-and paulina who looks different today but super cutee.
-paulina really really really wants him
-this class is really spastic
-if chris doesnt stop poking me im gonna have a fit
-paulina has purple earphones
-paulina has an eyelash on her cheek
-i just made a wish on it
-they are currently singing "See you in my nightmares" by kanye west
-bernie is standing behind me
-he needs to walk away
-bye bye bernie
-ernie needs to shave
-his...
-beard
-manny is gonna play BYOB
-ernie has abs
-sort of

isnt high school enjoyable?

I kinda want to touch base on a topic a lot of you have experienced, in both contexts of what I'm going to tell you. Which stands for (in case you are idiots and don’t know) Public Displays of Affection. Let me say, I am in no way against it, I just feel like to a certain degree it pisses people off. And if you want to learn about proper PDA, consult Paulina or Annie (or anyone, stop being such boneheads). Learn from the following mistakes.
At one of many many tables outside during lunch, there is this one couple. Let me add, a very unlikely couple. Their older, and who knows how long they’ve been together. I won’t name names cause I kinda fear for my life right now. But anyways, no matter how long you’ve known someone, there are some standards. And these aren’t even touchy-feely standards, they’re hygiene/behavior/courtesy to the public standards.
So as I mentioned, this is lunch. And what do people do in lunch? They eat. But did you know it was possible to eat and make out at the same time. Okay, it’s totally possible but totally disgusting. Especially if you are eating a sandwich that’s full of mayonnaise.
Now I have this problem where I will eat, but I prefer to not think about what I'm eating. And I hate it when people describe food. And the worst, is loud chewing. Here’s your homework assignment, you can post this:: what are the ingredients, process of making and nutrition facts to mayonnaise.
But this guy proceeds to eat his huge, nasty sandwich (he can’t chew properly either, and eww I feel sick writing about this) and then kiss his girlfriend. Yea, did I mention that there are still food remnants on his mouth as he does this? And his girlfriend doesn’t even care. We (Me, Gabe, and Diamond) now refer to this couple as: Mayonnaise (but usually just the guy when we see him coming, haha). And almost everyday, they do the same. And it’s not always with that repulsive sandwich, but with other foods, like pizza, chicken, and mashed potatoes.
Everyday when Me and Gabe walk up the staircase there is always two specific couples at the top. They respect each other’s territory, maybe they’re friends. One morning (the morning of the reading fcat), only one of the couples was there. There were McDonald’s bags at they’re backpack and yes, they were making out. But instead of making out in their usual spot, they chose a more creative spot. On the door.
So I stood there for a second, Gabi was laughing, but I thought of what to do. I considered tapping them on the shoulder and try not to come across mean as I tell them to move their faces. I also considered more sinister things (sometimes I'm evil) like pouring that milkshake thing they had all over their lips.
I had to think fast, cause I didn’t want to stand there like an idiot watching them make out. But in the end, I did the right thing:: walked through the doorway next to them that Gabe had so graciously opened. They are now referred to as McDonald’s, but we cant point them out in a crowd because we have never seen their faces unattached.
So PDA is cool ,as long as your courteous of others. Respect yourself, you don’t want freshmen snickering at you Everytime the walk by.

I dont know if i wanna tell you you lost some hardcore points or your "man card" but either way...

Yesterday, after auditions I was with some friends after school. It was Me, Gabi, Bernie, Chris, and Manny. They had their guitars and amps and stuff in their hands. We were walking down the stairs. Mannys backpack is what you would call a "messenger" bag (over the shoulder kinda, you get the point.). All of the sudden his backpack gets caught on the other side of the banister. And yea, he still tried to walk. Its kinda like if someone is chained to a tree or something, they can only go too far without being pulled back. Yea, thats what happened to Manny. He apparently held himself suspended in air for a bit and then just fell. And with him fall the amps (i think it was two) he was carrying. So, me and gabi were in front of them, but then we hear this really loud noise. And Bernie and Chris are hysterically laughing. So then me and Gabi are hysterically laughing as well (I think my face almost fell off). At the most convienient time ever, this group of people walked in the door and witnessed us laughing like idiots. Good job.
At my audition yesterday, I realized my tendency to fidget. Its not that I get nervous, its just that I cant sit still. I cant. So yea, I blew that. But other than being slightly ashamed, its all good.
I think Manny's fall made it better.

go creativity

so i open this thingy of bubbles i had. and of course, the next moment my room is covered in the bubbles. then i realized it smelled alot like mint. which is weird cause i wasnt chewing. so yea, i sniff the bubbles (not high) and they are mint flavored. no joke, scented bubbles!! and mint too. i can imagine the inventor sitting there. getting high off of his bubbles like "this is the best stuff ever!!" im gonna bring them tomorrow.