Commercialized Love Day

    So, the dreaded day has come. On the one hand, it got me out of hiding! On the other, the PINK everywhere was SUFFOCATING.
    A lot of things have changed since summer. For one, my friends have extended, though my social shell is uncrackable. I am now prepared for High School(got all my courses selected and everything)- in this context meaning I-CANNOT-WAIT-TO-GET-OUT-OF-THIS-CRAPPY-SCHOOL. So my teachers(for the most part) rock. So I can sit with my friends at lunch. SO WHAT? Half of the kids in my school(let alone grade) have the maturity of monkeys. And the IQ to go with it.
    Okay, that was kind of mean. They aren't ALL dumb, just most of them are. My friends rock, though. Monkey Bob(long story, which, as promised, will be revealed later), my best-best-best-best friend since 2cd Grade, is.... herself, as usual, and keeps denying me that penguin named Enrique which I keep telling her I didn't want it in the first place(not that she listens). She got into an entertainment technology program for the SAME high school as I'm in. Karat, my goofy, emo, red-head, Who-The-Heck-Cares-What-They-Think-Anyway? friend whom I've known since Kindergarten has managed to turn me to the dark side: Alternative music(also known as emo). I can't help it, I'm addicted. Bec, my friend in the Gifted&Talented middle school accelerated learning program I am in is herself- occasionally sarcastic and witty, sometimes quiet, and always quick to laugh if it's actually funny. Us four are planning on(GASP) going to our first(PG-13) movie without parental guidance(or were, until Monkey Bob's mom declared that she was NOT going to the theater without her) and seeing Vantage Point. Looks good.
    My other friends are Laners, Chameleon, Callahan, and Kat. Laners and Callahan just moved this year from New York, and though I'm closer to Laners, since she's in my gym class, we all sit together and enjoy lunch(since administration decided we could FINALLY just sit wherever the heck we want) as thick as thieves(and when it comes to french fries, I mean that literally). I've known Chameleon and Kat since third grade, but haven't been close to them since Chameleon(who got her nickname because she's died her hair at least five times in the last three years) sat at our lunch table and our bus route started picking up Kat, who likes poking HARD, pinching HARD, and feeling no pain. The evilness is inescapable. When I end up in therapy, I'm blaming it on her.
     An update on my life since my last post- I read the seventh Harry Potter book. It was amazing. JK Rowling's story-telling and writing skills continue to stump me. I full-heartedly believe that Harry Potter is entirely responsible for the literacy of my generation.
     I started eighth grade(which trumps seventh) and met a whole new round of teachers, some who rock, and some who don't. Halloween came, and sucked, since my friends went out without me, and I am strikingly reminded of said situation by Green Day's part four of "Homecoming" lyrics: 'Nobody likes you, everyone left you. They're all out without you, havin fun'. And thus I have passed my life(apart from Christmas, which also rocked).
    Personally, I think I have matured greatly. Even my teachers, in a Parent/Teacher Conference(which they insist all students must attend.... um.....*sweatdrop*) say I am very smart, dedicated to my studies, a joy to have in class, a pleasure to teach, and I quote "head and shoulders above a lot of the other students"(I won't get a big ego, I swear). I still read under my desk when I don't have any work to do, and am currently trying to get my mom to give me her Jane Austen novels because I want to READ Mansfield Park, darn it.
    Yep. Me in a nutshell: antisocial, book-crazed, imaginative, totally-bored-with-the-world-and-appalled-at-the- collective -stupidity-of-her-peers girl who's trying to navigate her way through the teen world(where, apparently, I SO do not belong).
    And now back on track: Today was Valentine's Day! Or, as Monkey Bob's cellphone calendar tells her, Commercialized Love Day. I actually wore pink(though I did so not knowing it was Valentine's Day until I was out the door of my house). I had to go to GYM, though. That took all the fun out of it, but my friends and I got together to play reject Knockout, since none of us can play basketball to save our lives. In homeroom, BandGeek and Thing1(one of the infamous twins of the G&T and their friend)received roses from two of their friends(also in the G&T) just-for-fun. In science, we talked about the pH scale(again) and our teacher(who's great at drawing on the whiteboard) had drawn hearts all over it. We went to the computer lab in Algebra, and in French(which I loathe because of my classmates, not the language) we hung out all period. In social studies we covered the impeachment of Andrew Johnson and picked our biography-project person(I got Frederic Douglass). Then it was off to lunch, to take a deep breath and resist the urge to scream and rip my hair out at the roots. Afterwards was Language Arts, where we talked about read-across-america day and watched a movie-biography on JFK. And then we went home. That was it. Boring, normal school day. Only difference was that it was a half-day for conferences. After school, we took out Kiddo's stitches(which she got after putting her teeth through her lip when she fell down last week), went to the store, and went home. The only thing we did for VD was give some gifts and cards and candy. Dad got candy, Mom got the ability to use our laptop, and Kiddo got a book about adventures for girls. I received a PiratesOfTheCaribbean shirt with, who else, Jack Sparrow, and the words WANTED: dead or alive. I was then left to lament the sad fact that Johnny Depp was not born in my generation. WHY????????? It so would've redeemed us all.
     And thus ends my foray back into the world of blogging. My random thoughts.... "Truly, you have a dizzying intellect...... 'wait til I get started!' " Sorry, couldn't resist. That should be enough for now. This entry is truly far too long.