For Lack of a Better Word...Ow...

Song of the Day: "Tonight Tonight" by Hot Chelle Rae
Accessory of the Day: the bags under my eyes....
Guitar Name: Cadan

Oh. My. Gosh.

The reason I haven't posted for almost a week and a half because I've had the MOST HECTIC WEEK IN THE WORLD!!!

I swear. Every single cheesy teenage drama thing that can happen to a girl...happened to me. In the course of one week. Seven days of torture. Seven days of better. My girlfriend didn't cheat on me though. (Don't understand? Listen to the song of the day, kiddos.)

Ranging from arguments with friends, to getting asked out, to asking someone else out, to rejection, to failure, to crying at school, to pouring your heart out to your crush...I mean oh my WORD!!!

I almost died from drama overload. I'm a simple girl. I really am. Or I try to be. But sometimes...it just OVERLOADS!!!

I'm usually kind of prepared for it but this totally started without warning. I'm just sitting at lunch when all of a sudden Logan lunges across my lap to snag a falling Oreo!

Poor poor Logan....

I was never actually angry at the poor soul but after four straight days of fighting and being bitter towards each other I finally got over it. It was both our faults but both of us were too stubborn to admit it...so yeah. That was that.

That also kind of happened AFTER I asked him out on a date.

Everyone pauses and stares at the last words. Ha! I laugh at your confused, shocked expressions!

I didn't REALLY ask him out on a date. I asked if he would at all consider going to banquet with me as a friend. And he didn't take that in any sort of wrong way. He rejected me of course. Which I was OK with. I figured he would do that from the beginning. Not in a "he's a jerk" sort of way. Just the "he's not interested in going to banquet with you or anyone" kind of way...

I guess you'd just have to ask him...he's  a weird guy. One of my best guy friends. But still weird.

So then through a twisted set of circumstances Davey ended up asking me really early to banquet. Which (this was during my fight with Logan) Logan found offensive for some reason...

But now THAT part is resolved. I have Logan as one of my best guy friends and Davey as my date to banquet. Now....lets make one thing very clear.

I AM NOT DATING DAVEY.

That was basically for Bethany. Who still thinks I used to date Cody Bacon...and her reasoning behind that is a picture that was taken when I was four years old....weird kid.

Now. Put all of that information in a box. Close the box.

Take a deep breath.

Now I'll start with another edge of my drama.

I was having this whole thing with my friend Seth. (No, Seth Bishop. Not you.) And...yeah...that was interesting. It all started last, last Friday. The 16th. Ever since that day we've been narrowly avoiding the one conversation I'd been dreading since camp.

"Who are you waiting for, Twix?"

Hm...that was a LONG conversation.

But yeah. From rejection to acceptance, eh?

But this week has been MUCH different. It's been great! I think...so far. It's only Wednesday. I keep hoping something amazingly awesome happens...but nothing totally coated in epic has occurred...

But there is fun to come. Retreat with my school on Friday. Saturday is the Dr. Who season finale when Davey will come over and we'll eat fish fingers and custard. (Oh yes. Be jealous.)

Well hopefully it'll pick up eventually. I get to play paintball so...maybe I'll get injured and have something really strange happen. That'd be cool...

OK not COOL but at least interesting. I need to get out of here!!! It's so BORING!!!

I get excited when I can eat breakfast really fast and play on the computer before school. I'M INCREASING WORLD SUCK!!! OH MY GOSH!!!

Well I'll talk to you soon.

Until my blog runs out of ink,

Christina

BIG SUPRISES

Song of the Day: "Sigh no more" mumford and sons
Accessory of Awesome: my sunglasses
People texted: Payne, Vito, Kevin

Hey guys! Big surprise! My name's Christina.

I think the majority of you knew this so it doesn't really make a difference anymore. If you don't know me, I went by Adeline because I'm a paranoid person and Adeline is my Rigilian name.

If you don't know what Rigilian means...well that's a good thing. So I commend you for it. I could go into details and explain it all but I really don't feel up to that. Ha ha!

I did something awesome today. I wet my pants.

...

OK, no I didn't really wet myself. I dumped a soda all over the front of my shorts. It was horrid. I was just texting during lunch and Payne was bugging me about how I wasn't allowed to drink Cherry Coke because he and Brandon had made a pact or something like that to always drink Cherry Coke and it was there drink.

You see what I go through each day? Payne whining about all the intimate things he does with Brandon... That sounded so wrong.

I love Cherry Coke! It is my favorite drink, even more than Dr. Pepper. If it was a man, I would marry it. Because it is the perfect drink. Cherry Coke is my drug.

I just realized that I sound totally addicted to Cherry Coke... maybe I am but I doubt it. I've never been addicted to anything before but I sincerely doubt that I'm addicted to Cherry Coke because: one, it has no addictive qualities in it. two, I didn't drink any most of the summer because I only buy it from the coke machine at school. three, I just...really doubt it.

I reach over to grab my sandwich while texting Vito during school (Texting is against the rules, kids. This is God's punishment for breaking the rules.) and I spill the majority of the can on my pants.

As quick as I can I shove my phone into Logan's hand, stand up, and move the rest of my stuff out of the way of the sticky liquid. But the damage has been done. The whole inner part and front of my pants legs are soaked through with Cherry Coke.

And like the sympathetic group my guy friends are...they all start laughing. Which I'm OK with, because it's pretty dang HILARIOUS!!!

It's funny because everyone at my table spills something on their pants during the year. Logan always has food on his pants. Davey spilled juice on his pants. Actually...Seth spilled juice in Davey's pants...

(There are so many things in this blog that could be taken the wrong way...I'm pretty sure I should shut up soon.)

Fifteen minutes later, I'm back in the lunch room with gym shorts that are WAY too big and you can see through them. I don't know about you, but I don't like the fact that any pervert or even a normal person can see through the back of my gym shorts. No one should see my underwear!!!

My friends have taken it upon themselves to mop up the mess...with Davey's lunch box.

(Davey, you should clean that lunch box. Seth dabbing it on the napkin doesn't make it clean.)

So I eat the remainder of my lunch and Logan gives me back my phone. The rest of lunch goes on without a problem...mostly.

So the moral of this story is, DON'T TEXT IN SCHOOL!!! BAD THINGS HAPPEN!!!

The rest of the day was great. Do any of you have embarrassing stories? You should tell me. And bring me a Cherry Coke tomorrow.

I wonder what wonderful things shall occur tomorrow to make my life more interesting.

Until my life gets boring,

Christina


PS

This spelling check device doesn't recognize the word "texting" as a word. They should fix that.

PPS

Of you want to see my youtube channel that I just created, here's a link.

http://www.youtube.com/user/byDarknessHid?feature=mhsn

Don't expect perfection. I just started learning how to edit videos. But I think their entertaining, so check them out. That's all. Bye!

Perverted Jokes and Missing You

Song of the Day: "Lucky You" Taylor Swift
Hat of the Day: Nothing...no hats for school. But I have a cool blazer!
Quote: "You don't know what Big Logan is?"

I wonder why I sit with my lunch table sometimes. As wonderful and...interesting as each of the members are they all have one thing in common that kind of sickens me.

They are all perverted, teenage boys.

Ranging from Gumsan who just turned fifteen to Josh who's nearing seventeen I think, they all make perverted jokes from time to time. I don't mind poop jokes. I don't mind disgusting jokes. I don't mind political jokes. But I do mind when they make comments about "big Logan" or anything along those lines.

But, you know, that's what I asked for when I started hanging out with guys. Their cool...like bow ties and fezzes. (That was for you, Davey.)

My school days are...basically an escape me I suppose. I get out of the house and do something productive with my time so its better than being home and...well being home in general I suppose.

(So I totally just ran into this girl I haven't seen since seventh grade here at the library. Weird right?)

But the weekends are something different. Normal kids look forward to the weekend. I don't. At all. I look forward to going back to school. Because at school I don't have time to think about other things, like people I don't see or people I miss a lot. But at home on the weekends with a limited amount of things I can do...I tend to miss people more than I do during school.

So you see what I mean when I say schools an escape. I don't love school particularly. I don't love being in class. I love my class, which consists of seven girls and four guys who are all varying degrees of insane. I love my teachers, who also vary in degrees in insanity. And I love my other friends from the rest of my school, which would fit inside one column of bleachers at Freeman's football field without any trouble.

I need to find a hobby. Writing is a hobby but instead of helping me focus on something else, it makes me even more emotional. When I write, I put my heart and soul into it. I write what I'm feeling most and that's probably why I'm writing about how I miss people so much.

By people I mean Seth Gustafson and by miss I mean completely wish I could drive because I would drive across the country and visit him if I could right NOW!

But, that's my life. I am a happy, go lucky girl by day but at night I'm basically a writer who pours out her heart and soul into her books.

Depressing right?

I try my best. Ha ha!

Well, can't really say I'll see you later. Because I won't be seeing any of you. Except for the majority of you who I'll see tomorrow at school. If your seeing me tomorrow....BRING MY DR. PEPPER!!!

Till this space bar stops making really loud noises,

Adeline

PS

seriously, bring me a Dr. Pepper.

Awkward Silence

Hanging out with all guys is not new to me. Actually the complete opposite! I find myself actually feeling slightly strange when I'm with all girls because I've become so used to hanging out with my guy friends so much. But when things like this happen, it gets a little awkward.

By the way, the names have been changed so that people don't get offended...even though they probably will anyways.

The kids I hang out with seem to have forgotten I'm a girl sometimes. I had one boy try to kick me in the balls this summer and I had to literally remind him I was not a boy. But this afternoon, after the chant of "sosten bra! sosten bra!" during lunch, I had study hall with Mrs. C.

I love Mrs. C. She may be my favorite teacher. But she has a tendency to meddle in the affairs of teenage romances. This has nothing to do with the fact I have a relationship. I don't. Which is a good thing because boys are gross...plus I already got my heart busted. So I'm not in the mood to do it again anytime soon.

But we were sitting there, and Adam and Mrs. C were going back and forth about siblings. Adam little sister is probably the cutest girl in school. She's a beautiful girl with blond hair and pretty eyes. She's insane, sure, but she's really pretty. So they were talking about that and Mrs. C. makes the comment, "Well, you'll have to look out when boys start going after her."

Adam kind of shrugs and Mrs. C. talks about how she always wanted an older brother to rough up the boys who came around. And of course, I exclaim:

"No you don't!"

Well I don't technically have an older brother. But my "big brother" would be my life long friend, Charles. He's this big Filipino guy who weighs in about 250lbs. I've known him my whole life. He makes a point to rough up/meet every single one of my boyfriends and/or friend boys.

So I explained this to Mrs. C. and of course it can't stay simple like that. Adam looks over at me.

"You mean that big Filipino kid? You didn't tell him about me did you?"

And I just sit there for a second. Because Adam's never talked about us being friends in public before. We don't even have a thing if that's what your thinking. We are just friends and that's all. But the whole group of guys behind us kind of turns around and stares. Because Adam and I don't talk about our friendship really. Adam's weird like that. He thinks it'll reflect badly on him or something. (No offense, Adam.)

"I did." I admit, laughing.

The whole time Mrs. C. is staring at us, glancing from Adam to me, me to Adam, and Adam to me. So forth and so on.

"This is because your friends or because you just talk about him?" Mrs. C. asks, looking at Adam.

"She just talks about me." he says. Which annoys me, and I glare at him before going back to writing.

"No, it's cause we're friends." I respond, kind of irritated.

Then this awkward silence falls across the classroom and Mrs. C. is smiling at me, eyes wide in this kind of nervous expression. And out of the corner of my eye I see Lewis pound Adam on the back and say something along the lines of, "Way to go, man. Score."

And being the completely oblivious kind of guy he is Adam responds, "What do you mean?"

Mrs. C. and I exchange a glance and I look back at my work.

So, its only really during these sort of times that I begin to get that awkward feeling around guys that makes me want to crawl into a hole and hide for a few centuries. Like when they chant the Spanish word for bra loudly in the cafeteria, or talk about girls, or realize I'm a girl a second to late, or when awkward, half accusations are made towards me and one of the guys I hang out with. Unfortunately it's usually Adam and I who get those weird accusations. And usually its from Mrs. C. She seems to think we'd make a good couple. And she's told me as much. In front of my whole class.

So that doesn't help my nonpublic friendship much. Ha ha!

Until the clouds turn purple,

Adeline

First Impressions Aren't My Strong Suit...

Song of the Day: "Headphones" Britt Nicole
Hat worn: None :( No hats at school
Book most recently finished: Paper Towns by John Green (not as good as expected...if you don't like cussing don't read it.)

First day of my sophomore year in high school. Complete. It was probably the coolest day of school I've ever had. I'm really excited for this year. We've got a ton of new students with a lot of potential and a few new teachers who seem very nice. My schedule is great and my friends are still there. My guy friends are hilarious and (unfortunately) perverted as usual. Strangely, I wouldn't have it any other way.

I have to leave for church soon so I'll just give you highlights of my AMAZING day at school.

• my home room teacher, who's been wanting this since I met her, is now pregnant with her first baby.
• I made a horrible first impression of myself in front of some of the new students in my class. Actually just one. She must think I'm crazy.
• I brought in my borrowed Sonic Screwdriver and people thought I was trying to taze them.
• Lunch was hilarious. First spill mopped up with Davey's lunch box. First spill on Davey's pants...in your pants...or that's what she said at least.
• Another highlight is that I just fit in two perverted/retarded jokes in the highlight above me.
• I probably scared Austin (a new kid) by being the only girl at my lunch table and a total history buff in my Military History class.
• My math teacher actually seems REALLY nice. (Weird right?)

Well, the family summons me. Have a great school year guys! Talk to you soon.

Till I stop reading,

Adeline

Creepy Baby Dolls

My friends from Canada, mainly John and Reice, always tell me that there is never a dull moment with me. Well, the truth is, I try not to let there be. Life is short! We all know that. So why waste it and let there be all these grey, dull, boring moments in between all the excellent, brilliant, wonderful times? It seems sort of pointless.

Contrary to popular belief, I do have dull and boring moments. Today was not one of those moments.

I bought one of my "big sisters" a birthday present. She seems to have a fear of dolls, which I now understand. But before I began to understand this fear, I bought her a doll necklace. The chain has the creepiest looking doll on the end. I wrapped it up and wrote in big letters "FACE YOUR FEAR!"

Of course, I now realize how creepy baby dolls are from a recent episode of Doctor Who, my all time favorite TV show. But the villains in this show were, of course, baby dolls of mass destruction!!!

It was terrifying. It truly was. That's why I'm up late writing about it and waiting for my friend to watch it so I can gripe more about how scary it was!

So, after all that, I just want to say that I'm sorry for getting Nikki that scary necklace. Even though I haven't given it to her yet.

She is my last "big sister" left at home. The rest have gone off the college or gotten married or pregnant and married. So I'm sort of big sister-less. It's sad, really.

I suppose it doesn't really make sense why I'm saying "big sister" and not just big sister. Its because they aren't really my big sisters. I'm the oldest in my family. But I've known them so long and they act like it so much...I just kind of call them my "big sisters". I have five.

Glad we got that cleared up. If it needed clearing up... alonzey!

Is that how you spell it? Alonzi? Alonzey? Alonzo? No that last ones a name. What I'm trying to say is "lets go" in French slang. I'm not doing so well.

I've got to get to bed now. Tomorrow is church and me and Abby are going to make a very, very educational video on proper ways to wear your scarf. Knowing me, you know that it'll be hilarious. I'm sure now that whenever my youth group goes out in public, it's for other peoples amusement because we act so stupid. Ha ha!

Until baby dolls aren 't creepy anymore,

Adeline Taylor