We'll Never Know

I love the song "We'll Never Know" by Lifehouse. It's great... so great, in fact, that I decided to make it the title of today's post. I haven't posted in awhile, for a few reasons:
1) Nothing particularly blogworthy has happened to me in the past week
2) There have been a few angry moments that I have had the urge to blog about, but I decided that I should abstain from venting on the world wide web for everybody's sake.

So to catch you up on this past week's events... I officially do not like my writing professor, I officially do like a certain boy again (formerly referred to as "Red Sub"... and when I say 'again' I really mean 'still.' Those of you who talk to me on a regular basis know how indecisive I have been about the whole situation. Well I'm back to being decided... quite pleased with my decision actually), our football team lost last night (they played an AMAZING game though, you should all be very proud of our boys), I have a layout due by next WEDNESDAY so that the Golden Arrow can go to print next THURSDAY (stress! Except not really... I have Pagemaker at home so I should be able to get it done, no prob.), and I OFFICIALLY have tonight off! That simply means that I do not have to be cheering at a football game for the first time in a month! It seems like it's been way way way longer than a month, come to think of it. Anyway, I'm just thrilled to have tonight free. Alli and I are going to do something WAYYY FUN and I'm totally stoaked! Oh yeah, and apparently I'm dating 4 or 5 different guys right now. Yes, that's right, I am dating 4 (or 5) different guys. Except really I'm not. There have been a lot of really random speculative rumors going around... don't buy in. I'm actually quite single at the moment.

And my car is stoaked because it is getting washed tomorrow! Tell me if this makes any sense: I washed my car last Friday (one week ago today). By Monday it was FILTHY, so I washed it. Today it is dirty again. What part of that makes any sense?? It's not like I've been doing any hard-core off-roading or anything... in fact, I'm pretty sure that the furthest I've driven in the past week was to work which isn't even five miles away. Strange.

The worst is over

The worst day of my week has now come to a close. When I say worst I don't mean that it was BAD, it was just busy and stressful and it turned me into an obsessive-compulsive freakish weirdo that I never want to be reintroduced to ever again. Every time I tried to do something I couldn't get my mind off all of the things I had to do after. I don't know if you've ever been in a similar situation, but when your mind is working like that it makes it VERY difficult to get anything done. Practically impossible. Luckily I was able to learn from this experience and I feel like I am better equipped to deal with similar situations in the future.

So in reality, the most meaningful and enlightening day of my week has now come to a close. Go figure.

Tomorrow I start my day as a cheerleader and end my day as a cheerleader. I'm still not sure if being a cheerleader has given my life any new insight or anything, but it sure does keep me busy.

Lacey needs... (a knock-off of "Lindsey needs...")

• Lacey needs to be forever remembered as groundbreaking television.
• Lacey needs a crate that she can stand up in, turn around in and lie down stretched out.
  
• Lacey needs horse boarding in exchange for barn help.
• Lacey needs to settle water issues.
• Lacey needs a stronger tax base, plus the creation of additional jobs.
• Lacey's needs are met in a moments notice.
• Lacey needs to pay her phone bill.
• Lacey needs an intermediate to advanced rider who can and will take her to the top.

Good stuff. That entertained me for a whole five minutes.

Free time

As I am writing this I am thinking of a million things that I am going to have to do in the coming months. Football games every week, random cheer functions (most of which I am currently unaware of), the first issue of the newspaper, taking the SAT and ACT, applying for college, working, getting a good grade in my writing class, getting good grades in my classes at school, etc. There's a lot going on, but for some reason I feel like I have even more spare time than I had last year when I wasn't on cheer or an editor or anything. Not quite sure how that makes sense...

Not to say that I don't like having free time. I love it. But how does this all add up?? I guess what I find so funny is the fact that I actually INTENDED to be busy this year. I joined cheer so I would have something to do. I became an editor to keep me busy (and for the experience I suppose). I'm working more than I did last year. PLUS I'm taking a class outside of school. Where is all this time coming from??

Whatever. I like my time. I can use it to get a head start on the things I have coming up, right?

Which brings me to my next point of mention. WE GET OUR PLANNERS TOMORROW! For the past few days I have felt completely jumbled. It is absolutely imparative that I have a universal means of recording everything that I have going on, otherwise I know I'll forget things. So my life is going to be nice and organized as of tomorrow... I hope.

I really hate this entry. It's repetitive and I structured it badly and it's not really my style. However, I'm not in the mood to fix it. Sorry reader(s).

Hope for a better tomorrow.

Me: ugh, have you ever had one of those days where you feel like no one wants to talk to you?
Lindsey: uhm... awkward...
Me: ?
Lindsey: haha now i feel bad, i was about to say gtg to school

'Nough said.

Tomorrow will be better.

Epiphany!

I had an epiphany the other day as I was washing my car. The funny thing is that washing a car is not a particularly emotional action, nor is it deep or in any way meaningful (to anything except the car, I suppose). But here was my epiphany:

Girls make a huge deal about their boyfriends/husbands/etc. making them feel like "the only girl in the world." What the heck? Why would you want to feel like the only girl in the world? It seems to me that we should not want to feel like the only girl in the world when we're with a guy- I personally want to feel like I am one of millions of girls in the world. And out of millions of girls I am the one that the guy wants to be with. To me that sounds more romantic/realistic. I sincerely prefer it.

My last-few-months-of-the-year resolution is to start writing short blogs every once in awhile so that I 1) Do not waste too much of my time writing an online blog and 2) Do not bore the people who may or may not care about what goes on in my life.

Mission semi-accomplished. This blog has been significantly shorter than my others so far...

Getting back into the swing of things...

or trying to at least.

Take it from me-- it's not as easy as it may sound. Having to go from a care-free summer setting to a knuckle-down (sort of...) school setting is trés difficile ("very difficult" for you non-french speakers). I thought I had everything ready too. Last night I was relaxing, embracing my last night of summer while just about everyone else I knew stressed about getting their summer projects finished for their AP classes (I'll admit, I felt guilty that I didn't have a single summer project to worry about, but I was able to overcome that emotion rather quickly). Then today I woke up and was suprisingly tired-- not a good way to start the first day back at school. It was okay though, I overcame my fatigue and was on my way to the first day of my senior year. I picked up Ms. Ford and the younger brother and we were headed for the coveted SENIOR PARKING LOT. Full. The lot was full. First day of senior year and the senior lot is full. Figures.

So I drive out of the lot (behind Ms. Perino) and OF COURSE she decides to make a very sudden, completely unpredictable stop at a NO STOP ZONE to drop off her friends. So naturally (given the circumstances) I bumped her. Complete accident, I felt completely horrible about it (until I realized that it really wasn't my fault) and I spent the first 3 periods trying to figure out when I would be able to apologize to her. Luckily she ended up being in my 4th period class so the second she walked in I yelled (quietly-ish) across the room "I'm so SO sorry Kristen!" and she said it was fine. I don't really believe that she's forgiven me, but we'll see how the year rolls out.

My classes are all pretty good. I have 3 of 4 classes with Lindsey (as opposed to 0 of 6 classes every other year in high school). I have one with Deannie but she sits on the complete opposite side of the room from me (which is not good, considering the fact that Jeff [ugh] sits behind me slash WINKS AT ME in that class! Not okay.) And I have ZERO classes with Alli. So not cool. Sure, we only had one class together last year, and it was the absolute worst class ever to have with one of your best friends because it was precalculus, but we made it fun and got through it together.

I absolutely love getting out of school at lunch. It's amazing. It enabled me to get home in time to write a two page essay in a half hour before going to practice for 2 and a half hours before turning in my two page essay (which took me a half hour to write).

But I suppose none of that is really significant when you know about the rest of my night (which was by far more exciting than the rest of the day. So I leave class a bit before 7, head over to Office Depot to do some last-minute school shopping and then I go home to bake cookies for my beloved Cookie Boys. Burned them. Decided that I had cooked them for too long so I attempted to make a second, hopefully more scrumptious and slightly less rock-hard batch. Burned them. So on my way to Albertson's to buy the PERFECT COOKIES I phoned up Alli, who invited me to go to her house to bake cookies (she makes amazing cookies btw). By this time I was already at Albertson's, which proved to be fortuitous since I needed to pick up some chocolate chips before going to Alli's house. So after an eventful trip to Albertson's (didn't know where to look for chocolate chips... baking aisle... duh!), I got my Cookie Boy jerseys and school supplies and headed over to Alli's. Alli equals a LIFESAVER. She definitely baked all FIVE batches of cookies herself while I got my stuff ready for school tomorrow. Good friend? THE BEST. Not to say that the ability to bake well is an indicator for how good a friendship is... it just helps. Kidding. But I really am forever indebted to her. Especially since I will have cookies at my disposal for the rest of the football season and I won't have to burn any more innocent, unsuspecting cookies! (thanks again Alli).

So all in all it was a successful day. Tomorrow will be amazing. I will be exhausted, but it will still be amazing.

Survival of the Fittest

I am proud to announce that it is the first of September. Do you know what that means? AUGUST IS OVER! Ordinarily that would make me pretty sad... August is the last month of summer. 31 days of pure, unrelenting freedom. Except for me it was somewhat the opposite. The first couple of weeks would have been perfect, had I not been dreading the last two weeks. Unfortunately, I found myself counting the days until cheer practice, Link Crew, and work all started up (which conveniently enough was in the same week and a half).

In that time I was busy learning and mastering (sort of) cheers and band dances for the cheer check that determined my fate as a varsity cheerleader. Had I not passed I would not be prepping myself for my first football game of the season- I would be prepping myself for the humiliation of being a senior sitting with all of the underclassmen cheerleaders at the first football game of the season. I also had to pass my work test for CPK (which I did, thank you very much). I also had to quit my other job (R.I.P. job at Diedrich's). I also had to go through Link Crew training (second year in a row) and Freshman orientation. I also began my writing class at IVC (which I love by the way). My mother's birthday was this past week as well. It was an incredibly busy month, but I am so looking forward to this coming month.

Especially since my time share starts today :)
And the stake dance is tomorrow
And I'm going shopping at some point this week
And I have a really good class schedule
And I am in a blissful state of Like (not Love, just Like)

I hope you all have that many things to look forward to this month. If not, find some. It'll make you happy.

Two-fer

I know what you're thinking- two posts in one day, you're psycho! Except in reality my first blog was written yesterday but it had been written in my other blog. I had no idea that I had two blogs, but when I discovered that I did I decided to merge the two, and here it is. So yes, it appears that I have written two blogs today, but I really haven't.

As I sit here, sipping milk and basking in the majestic glory that is my large slice of chocolate Costco cake, it has occurred to me how materialistic people are. I already was aware of this severe human flaw, of course, but it became more apparent to me as soon as I saw this amazing cake. Walking into my kitchen I had no expectations for the night-I planned to eat leftovers, practice cheers, and maybe go to the jacuzzi. Then my eye met with the large plastic platter containing none other than the most incredible seven pound chocolate chocolate chocolate-shavings cake I have ever seen. My mind was suddenly swimming with glee and my mouth was watering like that of a person stranded in the middle of the ocean, surrounded by water yet unable to drink it. I obsessed over the cake for a good five minutes (partly as a means of messing around with my brother's friends) before I pushed it out of my mind and ate pasta. By the time I was finished my mind had drifted back to that darn cake and I knew that I was going to have to eat some of it. I took a conservative slice (unlike my brother and his friends) and poured myself a small glass of milk to keep the cake company on its journey.

The fact that I was so consumed with the idea of having something proves that materialism is very evident in our everyday lives. I just felt the need to share my experience... partially because my assignment for my writing class is to describe an experience and I decided to do a mock run before I get serious about it.

This cake is fantastic.

Are things ending... or just beginning?

Registration. Registration for senior year. My senior year- I can't even believe it. It feels like just yesterday I was registering as a wee, 5'2" freshman. Going through the motions without really understanding what was going on. I did what I was told and didn't ask questions (except when I had trouble opening my locker or when I couldn't find the next step in the registration process). Each year registration seemed to be worse and worse. Sophomore and Junior registrations were a blur because I was so absorbed in the mentality that I was going to die due to excessive amounts of homework and annoying drama. I am proud to report that I am alive and well despite both unhappy occurences-and yes, there was a bit of both.

Today was almost magical. True, I had to wake up way earlier than I've grown accustomed to over the summer to wait in a series of less-than-exciting lines, but it felt better today than it has any other year. The PTA parents were nicer and more understanding than they've ever been, I took a pretty decent I.D. picture, and I got a really great, easy to manage schedule. Not only that, but it was super easy to drop the classes that I don't need to take, I only have three books, AND I got Roberts for Poli. Sci. and Econ. That, to me, spells out magic. I was desperately dreading the idea of getting submerged in another year of Hanley's wrath.

Another amazing thing? Everyone seemed so much more in tune with one another today. Cliqués and stereotypes didn't feel like an issue... everyone talked to everyone and seemed happy to. And there weren't any awkward "Hey! How has your summer been??? I can't believe we're going to be [insert grade level here]s! We totally need to hang out before school starts!" conversations. Alli and I were talking before registration about how awful and fake those converstaions are, and I was pleasantly suprised to see that they didn't show their evil faces at this year's registration.

Registration is a bitter-sweet thing. It's a reminder that summer is winding down and school is coming on stronger than a hurricane in Florida (or an earthquake in California... I don't want to discriminate against any state in particular). No one likes going to registration for that reason but sometimes it's necessary to pull everyone back from the glorious two and a half month haze we call summer. Don't get me wrong, I love summer. I just know that we all fall into our comfort zones and if we didn't have to deal with things like registration and school we would never leave the places that make us feel safe and comfortable. It's kind of an empowering thing if you think about it. So yes, it signifies the end of summer, but it also encompasses the beginning of a new year with new teachers, classes, friends, clubs, sports, tragedies, and blessings.

I need to reiterate how happy this day has made me. I feel like our senior class is going to be strong and united. This year is going to be fantastic. You just wait.