February 3, 2006

• my hero is more ninja than your dog.

  Good morning!

  
  

  HAPPY GROUNDHOG DAY!  Six more weeks of winter!  >__<  The groundhog told me so.

  
  

  Things have been going well.  I realize that I've deprived from all of you the "updating you on my life" part of the blogging experience.  Soo.. lessee.  Today, I became the very sorry excuse of a president (:D here's hoping i improve and get my leader attitude on) of Out Loud, the MTHS club formerly known as Creative Mustangs.  It was a very strenuous and difficult process to reach my dutiful name: a game of "Paper, Scissors, Rock" (shush phuc) between Omega, Phuc, and me. 

  
  

  The Sadie Hawkins' Dance is coming up this Saturday, my date being Larry-boy in non-cucumber form.  I don't know what I'm going to wear (preferably a matching-to-phuc shirt and deceptive black jeans because i am so confused) because it's semi-formal and the parents don't want me in a skirt.  I'm half tempted (oh oh, Relient K allusion watch out now) to wear khaki pants and a sweater, because there's nothing better.

  
  

  I talked to The Enemy today.  And it wasn't as bad as I expected.  To The Enemy, I am my surname, and she believes I am fond of her.  (This is where you laugh because that's a slight untruth.)  I am surprised because we bonded.  ::gasps three times simultaneously::

  
  

  In the air, there is a strange, "Bronecky, I am going to PROVE that you don't know SHIIITT and that I CAN DO THIS." which is odd because nix his anger issues, he was okay today.  IN FACT, I defended him and his ideas today from the rest of the group, of which I had incurred the dormant Bronecky-Hating (trust me, it's in all of us.) in a few of them in the first place.  (Me!  for HIM!!)  Right after I chewed him out for patronizing the rest of us, too.  ("I wonder how a four-year-old can understand this, but the lot of you can't!"  WTF IS THAT?!)  Okay, this was a bitter and spazzy moment.  I apologize.

  
  

  This is one of my less mature entries.  I apologize for that, too.

  
  

  ::does a little dance::

  
  

  Today's lesson: Bittersweet memories lead to strange dreams of nostalgia.

  
  

  you can't foresee intent

  
  

  Bye for now.

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