Depression, dances, and disturbia.

Hey. I know I haven't posted in a while (thanks for reminding me Scarlet) but I've been kind of depressed. My two best friends on the planet Earth have moved very far away from me. One in another state, and one on the opposite end of the state. Yes, Izzabella and Scarlet are gone. *bursts into tears* My mom thinks I'm emo. :D I was kind of having an emotion couple of days, PMSing and realizing both of my friends were moving, so I accidentally bought a lot of black. I mean a lot of black. When I came home, I pumped my Fall Out Boy CD, and just layed on my bed, thinking. Total emo moment. I've also tried to girlify myself this year. Last year, I always pulled my hair up, and never really wore make-up. I wore baggy jeans and loose t-shirts. So, this year, I'm trying to change the fact that I look more like a guy than I should. I guess I went a little over the top. I wear a lot, and I mean a lot of mascara and eyeliner. It really accentuates my eyes. I liked it because I think that they're my most prominent feature, but my dad thought it was too much. He tried to get my mom to ground me, because, believe it or not, she was PMSing too, and was really pissed off that week. And, haha, believe it or not, she told my dad that she couldn't ground me because she had worn that much make-up in High School too. And yes, you heard right, High School. I am now an official Freshman. Woot. So, now anyway, I am now considered an emo kid, even though, you know, I don't cut myself, and my attitude is pretty happy even though I dress dark. Oh well. I like it. Well, as for other news, I went to my first ever High School Dance. I know, shocker! The theme was "Glowing Back To School". Retarded, I know, but it was kinda cool. They had all the lights off, and a bunch of black lights were all over the walls. They were selling those glowstick bracelets at the door, and me and my friend got one. And, just like every other dance in the history of my high school, someone spiked the punch. I'm dead serious, every dance. One time they only had ice cream, and didn't have a drink, and somebody spiked that. Bleah. Well, kids got high, ripped apart their glowsticks, and shot the glowing liquid everywhere. People were coated with it, in their clothes, hair, on their face, everywhere. The floor was glowing like mad, and the wall could be described as splatter art. I got it all over me, and believe me, my mom was pissed. Well, at least I can truthfully say I had a good time. And here's another weird thing. Back in the eighth grade (you have no idea how good it feels to say exactly that) me and one of my friends had Home Base together. That's kind of like, study period, if you didn't already know. Anyhoo, we started passing notes at the beginning of the year. At first it wasn't a big deal because I could just slide the paper down the table to her, and nobody would really bug us. When our teacher moved us, there was a boy in front of me, and she sat right behind him. Each time we passed notes, I would ask him to pass them for us, and he would without a complaint. Well, during the middle of the year he decided it would be funny to steal our notes. All freakin year he made fun of us and stole our notes. I would try to throw the note over his head, or walk it over to her without getting caught, but some way or another, he would always end up with the note. We gave him the nick-name Goob, so that when we would mention him in one of our notes, we hoped that he wouldn't know that we were talking about him. Well, screw that, he found out anyway. So we called him Goob the entire year. This year, I found out that I had P.E. with him. When they called his name on the roll (His last name starts with an H, and mine with a W, so he didn't know I was there yet.) I leaned over to my friend Bambi (just a nickname) and whispered, "Somebody please shoot me." There are about 60 kids in our Phys. Ed. class, so that helped me a bit. I have it with Bambi, Crash, and, of course, Goob.Bleah.Bambi and Crash went to go and get their P.E. clothes out of their locker, while I went to go and stand in line to buy mine. You know that feeling when somethings creeping up on you? Like when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you just know somebody is right there? Yeah. I turned around so freakin fast I almost fell over, and guess what? He was right there. I just stared at him, wide eyed, and said "Er, what?" And do you know what he said? Hmmmmmm? He said: "Did you have fun in Salt Lake?" (Yeah, I went to Salt Lake twice, for my fam reunion with Todd the Queer, and once with my youth group, about which I shall post later.) I freaked out. How the heck did he know that I was in Salt Lake?! I just mutterd a quick "Umm, yeah, sure?", and grabbed my clothes and got out of there, fast. Mr. Kelly, the P.E. teacher, let us go put our clothes in our lockers, and then gave us five minutes to go to the bathroom, get a drink, spit out gum, whatever, before we read the course disclosure for the year. Bambi and Crash conveniently had to go to the bathroom when he showed up again. At this point I am seriously freaking out, because here is the guy who never talked to me unless he had some sort of snide comment to make, and he won't leave me alone!!! GAK!! I finally get irritated enough to spin around and say "What the heck do you want!?!" He just sits there and smiles. It was the most unnerving feeling ever. And then he said the weirdest thing to me. "Well, I'm moving and I really don't want to have enemies down here. I figured we could be friends or something." (Well, something like that, I don't have photographic memory.) I swear, my world just turned on its head in that moment. It just wasn't possible. And yet it was happening. (By the way, I'm still confused about it.) So now my friend from home base is positive that he likes me, even though I know that that is not the case. She just likes to give me crap about it I think. Well, I know he has a girlfriend, because he was stuck to her like glue the entire night. So that makes me feel a little better. Haha. Well, I'm going to go and do something else now, so have fun. Here's" the song I was listening to the entire time I was blogging. It's Rhianna's new single, Disturbia, and now one of my favorites. Freaky music video, and awesome song, WOOT!!





This song rocks. It's like the new thriller!

Always
~Morgan