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.