Never gonna DANCE again

These guilty feet are gone of rhythm

One guess as to what event happened today.

I officially have three pairs of awesome glasses: my thin purple prescriptions, my thick black nerd glasses, and my bright pink heart-shaped sunglasses. They own yer mom.

At the dance, I danced. I dorked around with Angela, Chris, Keeley, and Heather. "Right Round" officially made my hair a mess - we were shaking our heads back and forth. For some reason I can never get down / get low / drop it. Ever. Or do the Cupid Shuffle (what IS a 'Charlie Brown'?). And Soulja Boi Tell'Em confuses the hell out of me. The only songs I sat out on were slow songs, and even then I stole a girl friend to dance (it's official - I am Chris's and Ashley's and Emily's ex-girlfriends :D).

At lunch, I had a burrito, man. Levi passed by right as I was taking a bite. If he'd been sitting at my table I would have been like "Dude... I, like, have a burrito, man~~" in the stoner voice (which has actually convinced authentic weed smokers that I was one of them). Also, ROFLMAO HYDE HAD A BURRITO that is all.

I have "Starstruck" stuck in my head. I like this song, this beat is sick, I wanna take a ride on your disco stick~ I very nearly literally rofled my ass off when that came on.

Edit:

I forgot to add that Braxton and Kalyn came up to me and asked me if I hated them. I didn't answer but instead hit Austin because I had told him when I was angry at them that I was "seriously starting to hate" them. (His defense: "I didn't tell them. Besides, they already know you hate them.")

Also, I am officially fail.

Yesterday I cried

You must have been relieved to see the softer side

Ugh. Everything is changing. Next year is going to suck. I can't wait till I'm out of highschool. One: I can do whatever I want with my hair, and Two: no uniforms. Ever. I refuse to get a job where I have to wear a uniform. If I magically end up being a doctor, I'll pull a House and walk around in civilian clothes.

>

Seriously though. Next year I can't play SET. It's the only thing I've ever competed in and now I won't be able to go to tournament. And everyone is going to look at Carver as a joke, since we're withdrawing from all programs and events except for Science Olympiad. (I have a grudge against Science Olympiad. Don't ask.)

And obviously Lynette took her bitch pills today because at Gym she came over to our group and start harrassing us. Everyone was standing in a line outside next to the stairs that go into the girls' locker room, and guys were running up, kicking the wall, and trying to leap over the railings. When we saw Eden and Lynette walk over, they stopped. Lynette was all "Ohhh, are you guys a cult? Do you go up on the platform and share your feelings?" I simply rose an eyebrow because I was the only one standing on the platform. Then she turned to me and went, "Are you sharing your feelings, Rhianne?" so I said, "No, Lynette, if I were you'd be on the ground and I'd have tackled you already." If there's one thing I'm proud of, it's my ability to keep a blank face and talk clearly and calmly when someone challenges me (that may not have seemed like "challenging" to a person who does not know Lynette, but if you do, you know that is her way of saying, "I think you're pathetic"). Braxton snickered and Tanner laughed and Laiken looked around like "what happened? o.o" because she never pays attention. I heard someone from our group call out "Burn!" Lynette then turned to Eden as if for support, and they looked confused because I talked back. And at that point, Lynette seemed to notice that I had my scarf tied around my head like a pirate and a new name for me was born: "Cancer Girl". I wanted to say "Cancer is nothing to laugh at, Lynette. I have all of my hair, thank you very much. No, it is not a wig. Is your hair a wig? I'd be happy to pull it to check." but since I'd like to go through the end of May without beating someone up I didn't bother.

My part in our mock trial is the reporter. I originally had no part, but I went to Mrs. Weeks and she gave me that position. So I get to write articles based on the trial as updates come in. I'm going to use a penname - Maureen Caldone - since it's mostly in-character. I'm also going to wear thick black reporter glasses. Sexy. :P Angela is going to be our District Attorney. Her slip said "D.A.", which is hilarious. xD

Also, I nearly forgot to add: Kalyn told Braxton that my grandmother runs a "sex store". I don't know where she got that from, but one: my aunt runs it now, two: it's not a sex store - it's a lingerie store, and three: it's none of her business. She had to have known about it from someone else, because even if she DID see the store, she wouldn't have known it had anything to do with my grandmother or me.

It's five o'clock somewhere

Ohcrap. That's here. :o

I got to school a bit late this morning. My hair turned into a mess mess, actually, instead of looking like an intentional mess. I like my intentionally messy style. Then again, with haphazardly cut hair like mine, everything looks messy.

I measured my weight in Biology today - we didn't have to, but Dean handed out scales to us (for some sort of muscle thing, like I actually remember what it was about) and when she wasn't looking I stood on our group's scale. I'm only 90 lb., which means I lost four pounds (rather than gaining weight). I hate being so scrawny. : I've adjusted to looking like a boy, though.

I feel like ranting, but I'm not sure on what topic to rant. : I could always rant about Austin. I swear, there is no limit to how much I could rant about him. Damn. Everytime he acts so fake it pisses me off. I'm the only one who even remembers what he used to be like. Well, there was a mini-rant.

Have you seen America's Next Top Model? Some of those chicks on there are such bitches. Makes me think twice about making up a portfolio for Rare Quality. (Then again, I'd never make it to ANTM anywho. xD I'd probably rip "Miss Jay's" face off. He makes me sick the way he tries to draw attention to himself by dressing retarded and putting down everyone.)

The dance is Friday. I just like seriously realized that. I'm still trying to decide if I want to dance or not. I know that when I get there I'll have no choice - I'll automatically start dancing, even though I don't really want to. I look so ridiculous. Lynette always goes "Dance, Rhianne!" at me in the hallway, and this week it's been worse. Everytime she sees me she makes a comment like "Can't wait to see your new moves on Friday, Amanda!" I probably wouldn't mind being called Amanda as much if people didn't use it to irritate me. Last year I nearly rebroke my then-best friend's nose for calling me by my real name. I felt no remorse.

I want to swim away but don't know how

sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean

I seriously need to clean out the inbox on my phone. I cleaned it out on Thursday and it's practically overflowing by now (why am I not surprised?). Then again, everyone who has ever looked at my text inbox knows I'm a message-hog. I still have messages from August. :D

At least today was uneventful. I snapped at Braxton in Chess (no, I am not a chess player - actually, I'm rather famous for my inability to play it in our class) when he dismissed the idea that he had tried to use me as a chaperone. Then again, it wasn't really necessary. He contradicted himself by saying "We just needed you because Kalyn's mom wouldn't have let her go without another girl there, not as a chaperone-whatever."

I'm exhausted. I managed to get to sleep at a reasonable time, but I haven't eaten dinner for nearly a week. My appetite has been disappearing recently for whatever reason and my brain hasn't been working well (why I haven't gone into much detail recently when posting). Maybe that's just stress.

Actually, I really do feel like my other posts could use more detail. Blunt is nice and good sometimes, but not really in this case. You don't really gather much out of most of my posts.

I'm sort of horrified because I can't remember the tune to "Into the Ocean". As many of my friends may remember, I used to be obsessed with Blue October. Seriously, obsessed. Said obsession lasted from mid-fifth grade to mid-sixth grade. I memorized as many of their songs as possible but recently my fangirlism for them has given way for bands such as, well, the Killers and Panic! at the Disco, but also Fall-Out Boy, Metrostation, and Shinedown. (Trust me, my music-love is not limited to just them. At all.)

I have the spontaneous urge to go watch Dr. Horrible.

You need to, too.

Yeah, you.

You can't hide from me. D:<

She said she won the world at a carnival.

I've officially become addicted to "Bones" by the Killers. I blame Levi. (The lyrics in the title are from "She Had the World" by Panic! at the Disco, though.)

Speaking of which, we went to the mall today. We stuck around for, like, three hours. Mostly we just talked (and rode the escalators at Dillard's). It was nice. What I like about hanging out with him is that I don't have to worry about drama - he's mellow and since we're in different grades we don't have to bother with, like, mutual drama. You know what I mean?

Not much else has happened so far. c:

Andy, you're a star ~~

~~ in nobody's eyes but mine

This is seriously messed up.

So Austin and I were close friends last year, you know. He was my best friend - I don't know if I was his, but he was mine. I was there for him, and he was there for me. At least, I thought he was.

Fast forward to seventh grade.

I won't bother describing how he got new friends and started ignoring me, but I will talk about last night. I texted him, and, for once, he answered. He sounded like something was up, and he even said "I'm apathetic right now." I got concerned, so I asked him if something had happened. He got irritated, asking me why I always thought something was wrong. So I was like, "We never talk anymore so forgive me if I don't know what actually goes on in your life." and then he dropped the bombshell. Long story short, he said that he's popular now so he only talks to me when he "gets a chance". Then we went on to argue about nicknames - he hates me saying his name or calling him "Aus" or "Aussie" and I hate him calling me "Rhi-Rhi", "Amanda", and "Fruity" - and at that point he A) fell asleep because he didn't feel good (no, I do not feel guilty for arguing with a guy who was feeling sick) or B) decided to just stop texting.

On Thursday, I'd like to add, Brandon told Braxton that Austin was trying to break Braxton and Kalyn up and I spent all of fifth period trying to convince Braxton not to kick Austin's ass. I did not succeed and therefore pulled Austin to the side (I nearly shoved him into the lockers because I was pissed) and informed him: "Dammit, Austin, Braxton's going to kick your ass because he thinks you're trying to break him and Kalyn up. You better not get hurt 'cos if you do I'm going to kill him and I don't want any blood on my hands." And yes, almost exactly in those words. At the same time Brandon was trying to get Austin to ignore me and go to class because he was afraid I'd say that he told Braxton. Instead I saved his ass and cussed him out at morning carpool the next day.

And then today, I got a call from Braxton (who got pissed at me yesterday). At first, I ignored it. I let it ring (or, rather, vibrate, since I'd been texting Levi and I didn't want my phone to go BEEP BEEP BEEP everytime he texted back), and then called him back. Here is what transpired:

Rhianne: What?

Braxton: ... Well, that was kinda... rude. I was going to ask you if you wanted to do something, but fine then...

Rhianne: -huff- I'm in a bad mood right now, Braxton.

Braxton: Then I guess I'll call you back later.

FYI I feel no guilt.

Anywho, he did call me back (to him, "later" is the span of about two minutes). This time he pulled Kalyn on the phone. They asked me if I wanted to go to the mall. I said sure (although the entire time I used my irritated voice and tried to glare at them through the phone) and the plans were made. Because I have horrible luck with weekend plans, Kalyn got into an argument with her mom, which resulted in her getting grounded, which resulted in Braxton going emo and deciding not to go, which resulted in my not getting to go because A) I would be alone and B) Braxton was supposed to pick me up. When I asked him why me, of all people, he chose to drag out with them to the mall, he said that Kalyn wasn't allowed to go out with a guy alone. So I was supposed to be their chaperone on a date. That irked me to no end.

On a not-dramatic note, I've been texting Levi for the past two days. I met him at the SET / Chess Tournament last year (in the summer, also of last year, I made a post about my determination to win this year; I got third place, which was better than I did last year, so I'm happy). We played Twenty Questions. c: But we didn't get through all twenty. He has a blog, too, as well as the link to this here blog. Hi, Levi.

Also, I fully intend to force Angela to bring her blog back to life.

[ Edit ]

I forgot to add that about two weeks ago Mitch and I went out again. I thought it would be different and that the only reason I was so uncomfortable last time was because I was getting over someone else. I was so wrong. Turned out he only liked me because he thought I was hot. He's already had three girlfriends since then. He's an idiot.

It's a brand-new day --

Blame Heather for getting me addicted to Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.

I'm watching Act III, Part II again right now.

So, you know. Tomorrow is the first day of spring - and Spring Break. I need to charge my phone so that I can invite Angela to go hang out or something.

I'll post more later.