Hey there.
Okay, first off, DAMN THE MASSES OF WHITE BANDS! I personally have a ONE band (for ONE.org in the fight to stop poverty in Africa, and in fact, while we're on that note, sign the ONE declaration+letter to President Bush HERE.. because you're really awesome) and if you knew me in the eighth grade, either you know about that big thingy or.. you own one of those bands and it's on your wrist RIGHT NOW. So anyhoo, a lot of my classmates have white bands, but they're NOT neccesarily the ONE band! But there's this little ticking bomb in me that whenever I see a white band on someone's wrist, I follow them relentlessly (also during the summer.. imagine the hell my parents went through when i wandered after one of them) until I find out whether it's a ONE band or not just to make the little voice in my head shut up. And so far, it's always been Nike or a PowerBand or Teens Staying Sober or the whatnot. I mean, I have nothing against those (except for the powerband.. if you're gon' buy these things, at least buy ones whose profits will go to charity!) but it just always crushes me a little when it's not a ONE band. T_T
Okay, with that off my chest, school is going .. okay. I have four friends! Actually, four friends and this guy named Jimmy that writes the AWESOMEST (is that a word? no, huh?) songs and I want to be his friend but he's evil! Evil! I spent my entire English class trying to curse him with a bad hair day because he spends effort on those spikes, I know it!
I feel bad because three out of four of my friends aren't their own individual yet in my head; I'm still in that, "OMG, you so remind me of.." kind'a thing. Danielle (haha.. i find her name ironic) is prol'ly my closest friend there right now, who I met at freshman orientation. She reminds me of Ashley a lot with the crazed-out hugging-everyone-she-really-knows thing of Genn.. put in the body of a young Kirsten Dunst. Really. I'll take a picture of her one day so you can all see. Richard, a Junior in my Theater class, reminds me of Hector, except he has dreadlocks (sp?) and curses and makes obscene jokes like it was a religion. Eun-Sung Kim, a very shy immigrant from Korea, is HERSELF! (yayy) And then there's Phap. Oh, Phap. She reminds me a lot of Thao, but she's really.. whoa. Okay, so after the intimidating first day, I had this negative state of mind (actually, i kind of still have it.. just give it a few weeks) of, "Damn you all, I don't need friends! I'll do just fine on my own, thank you very much!" But then afterschool yesterday, I promised I'd wait for her afterschool to go to the Drama Club meeting with her, and when she did come, I was expecting a distant hello and we walk in; that's all. But then she greeted me with this big hug, and she took me by the arm and we walked in arm-in-arm, her telling me that I'm such a good friend for waiting for her. I mean, I've done stuff like that before, like with Genn and stuff, but it was really shocking after my decision about companions. So Phap came, and I was like, "I miss this." I'll be a-okay. ..but Jimmy pisses me off.
Ack. Gonna perform "The Star Spangled Banner" later today in Theater for Ms. Townsend to see how I do in front of an audience (i.e. nerves), and I have these flashbacks of eighth grade Social Studies. OH YEAH?! Im'ma do hecka well and I'm going to whup that eighth grade performance in the butt. Damn right. Or if I wanna wuss out, I can just recite a poem.. I wanna do a poem I wrote that's called "Culpable" (read it here) but it's a tad.. it talks about a woman mourning over her daughter that was raped and killed at four years old..
Today's lesson: Smile. It's contagious.
what matters to you does not matter to me
Bye for now.