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was pretty fun. On Friday, during school,  we had a lockdown. Like, a real lockdown. It was pretty intense. And drama was pretty fun as well. Soccer practice that night was okay, we were all preparing for an OK game on Saturday. We were so not expecting what actually did happen.. Saturday morning's game was a game that we will probably be talking about for a long, time. The ref was totally rigged man. I mean, not only was he congratulating the other team for their good plays, but he didn't call at least four handballs on them, one of the handballs should have been a penalty kick and a red card, and another one should have been a red card. Then, this BS ref gives one of our coaches a yellow card for yelling at him like a wild monkey, and gives another one of our players a yellow card for foul language. Another yellow card was given to one of our forwards, but she knew what she did wrong and play went on. Despite all of this crap we were getting as a team, we still beat that team 2-0. BAM. After the game, we took her home with us and then we had some people come over to our house for dinner. Today (Sunday) I did homework, yay, and then hung out with my wifey. I can never have no fun with her. (: With my 17 year old guy friend in Virgina, we played an amazing prank on "Tbomb" over in AZ. Aha, every time I say that I start laughing. Anyway, Tbomb kinda ruined it, but I wish every person in the world was there to see what my Virginian was saying to him. Hahaha, it was amazing. And then we had Moonwalking boy's dog chew our shoes and then we ran back home. Dude, we are both so excited for Festival. Which is a little over a month away. Thanks to everyone who's been blogging, by the way, I'm loving the posts(:

For those of you who are completely clueless to what the meaning to the title of this post is, this is for you: I remember from watching High School Musical, as a kid, that the old but energetic teacher (Mrs. Darbus I believe?) calls her winter musical, her "Winter Musicahl," Aha. I love watching those old (after like 2003), annoying Disney movies about teen dramas, that mostly never turn out the way Disney paints them to end, and laughing at what an idiot I was for once enjoying those. But that only applies to some of them. Ahahaha. Funny. Anyway, continuing; Instead of singing about breaking away from what the world wants you to be, we are doing Beauty and the Beast for our Spring Musical this year. We are all so pumped, it feels like we're high. I think we have all started to cast the play, in our minds, even though auditions haven't even begun yet. And even though I can't sing to save my life, just being part of an absolutely amazing production (that our school has been known for) and an awesome Drama II class is enough for me. Speaking of being in an awesome Drama II class, me and my group's fall festival scene is going great! I think we are pretty sure we will take the win at Festival in November. Also, I think the rest of the class is pretty confident that their scene is kicking butt as well. I am so excited about our Straight Cut One Act play (Postcards by Carol K Mack)! Dear "Ria;" we all know who is going to be the beast xD Dear "Isabel;" i love your yoga poses! xD iLove Acting.♥

First of all, L-O-V-E that song. Second, tonight's gonna be amazing. Hopefully..I always say these things, and then they turn out to be disasters. I'm contemplating whether I should erase that or not.. But while I'm deciding if that probably did jinx the party for tonight, I'm just gonna let you all know that today was an awesome day. Not only was it overcast most of the day, it even rained for a couple of minutes. That, to me, is a beautiful day. Not the sunshine with blue skies and puffy white clouds, naw, a beautiful day to me is a thick layer of dark gray clouds, with a crisp wind blowing through the skies. Ahh... Okay, so. Apart from the fact that I got two test grades back today, that weren't as high as I'd hoped, today went awesomely. Yeah, that's a word... Drama, especially was pretty amazing. I love my festival group.♥ Tonight, instead of going to soccer practice (WOOT WOOT) I'm going to a really good friend of mine's birthday party. Happy Birthday!! I haven't seen her in a while and I'm really excited. My mom is watching this gangster movie thing, and I swear at least ten guys have died in the first, what, twenty minutes of the thing? I'm kinda distracted by the plot line, so you're lucky I'm even typing this right now. Aha. So anyway, school is rolling right along, nothing great, nothing horrible. I'm so into this movie right now... okay, sorry. So going back to where I said I'd erase that phrase that will most likely jinx tonight, I've decided to be lazy and just post this. Mkay,  G'night everyone!

Just gotta first of all say that I was having one of those days where I'm just in a down right happy mood, and everything is going better than I think it normally is, and then something in PE just completely ruined it, and I was kinda depressed for the rest of the day..yeah, one of those days. Anyway, I have this huge rant thing that I'm planning, but I have homework (let the barfing, begin!) to do at the moment and don't have time. Wow, I feel like I've been saying that a lot lately. From talking to friends, to blogging, even to myself I feel like I've not been having enough time at all. This is one of the busiest years I have ever had. Period. So, today I decide to put on a shirt my dad got me from Glamis So. Cal, and pulling the green t-shirt over a white tank top felt like any other day to me, and I went from one, through fourth period without anything abnormal. But during lunch I noticed Hope and Nat were staring at me funny. And then they start laughing. Then Aud joins in. Oh great, what had I spilled now, right? They read from my shirt, "A place where kids can be dirty," and the next thing I know, the whole table is choking over their food and laughing. I don't get it. But wait.. Nope, don't get it. And then Hope says, "where kids can be dirty!?" Oh..now I get it. As usual, I had a late reaction to probably the funniest thing of the day to them. Was my dad even thinking when he bought me this shirt? Or here's an even better question; Was I even thinking when I was putting it on? Nope. And now I'm just waiting for some perv to come over and say some even pervier thing and be humiliated. But hey, embarrassment is one of my top emotions. I feel it so much, I got over the whole "turning as red as a tomato" thing, a long time ago.

It's Tueesday, Tueesday, it's another post about Tuesday, everybody's looking forward tooo the Glee premiere! WOOOP! I'm so excited, its unbelievable. Glee is the most appropriate name for that show, because all it does is bring me..well, glee! Aha. It's too cool, Artie is too cool, Puck is too cool. I'm kinda obsessed. Kinda. Anyway.. I'm sexy and I know it. Can I say that LMFAO is totally my music right now. They make me laugh, sing, and dance at the same time. Am I getting off topic, or am I getting off topic? So, guess what? Don't guess I'll tell you; Fall Festival is going to be amazing. Drama is amazing. One act plays are amazing. We found material that we are pretty sure we're going to use for November 5th and we are also waiting on another script coming tomorrow. I am so excited to get acting and win! W-I-N, WIN!

So hey. Yeah, it's Tuesday. In my mind I'm seeing a hairy guy in a dress singing a "Tuesday" parody to the "Friday" song. Sometimes my daydreams amuse me. Aha. So. Maybe I should go through my whole day. Or maybe I should just skip to the part where I get all upset about not getting my fall festival scenes. Yeah, I'm skipping to that. Okay, so we walk into drama, right? You can practically see the excitedness pouring out our eyes, and then we see our sub. This is our usual sub so we love her to death, no joke, but I mean, we were hoping to get our Fall Festival Scenes! UGH. I mean, we were supposed to get them on Monday, and then we were supposed to get them on Tuesday, and NOW, we are praying for Wednesday. Please, please, please. I mean, we have to start working on them now, so that we can win, right? Not that winning is everything... Yeah, okay, we beat a Performing Arts School every single year and we can't afford to start losing this year. Still; iLove Drama.♥

To be honest, I didn't feel this emotional about 9/11 until last Thursday, when we watched a documentary about 9/11 and I almost started crying. The fact that it was the worst attack on American soil makes me so angry, that I logged onto Club Penguin and made a Memorial Igloo for it;

Oh,Mah,Gosh. Was that awesome or what? I'm going with awesome (; Aha. It was pretty fun at Kira's house, we hung out with her neighbors; ginger snap :P, improv games, lame jokes, graham crackers (: Then, when I got back to my house, after passing many abandoned vehicles on the side of the road, we hung out outside with my awesome neighbors; swung on the tree swing, camped out inside(: Back in my house, we sat on the floor and listened to the radio, which we were streaming through from an mp3 player plugged into a music playing penguin, we played some board games and then went to sleep. Wow. Fun Day. Although reading that through, it doesn't really sound like it. Whatever. I'm actually thanking this idiot in Yuma for doing this to us. It wiped out a lot of people in the Southwest, and because of it, I smiled the whole way through.

I was happy this weekend. In a few ways. Do you ever get those days where you think you're seeing everyone? I had one of those at the beach party on Sunday. But it was one person in particular that I was extremely happy to see. Talking to Phillip was amazing. I thought I'd never see this guy again, ever. I almost exploded with joy. Aha, I was, freaking, out. (; That basically made my week. However. Driving home (watching two ambulances and a firetruck drive by and park right at the beach..scary) I was thinking about a previous best friend of mine. She was basically my first friend here. We were both new on the first day of sixth grade and she was the one I hung out with until other people noticed me. And looking around school last week, I didn't see her. And neither did anyone else. We decided to ask somebody that was close to her new best friend, and she said that she had moved schools. I was crushed. Crushed more than anyone else who thought they were her friend was. I'm feeling a hole in my  heart grow everyday I don't see her, and the worst part is, because she moved houses I can't call her phone anymore. I'm trying to find a way to contact her, but I can't find one. I could prove my point by naming a bunch of names and going into this monologue about how I wouldn't be able to call this person or I don't have this person's number, and whatnot, but I'm going to save you the boredomness and just say this; I hope I see her again one day. Hopefully she goes to the same high school I go to, if she stays where she is. I miss her. Soo much. I'm sad.

Was.Okay. I'm having mixed emotions. My classes are.. interesting; some of them quite frankly, suck, and some of them are pretty damn awesome. I had most of my classes with a really, really good friend of mine last year, and this year, we only have one. I'm really upset. On the other hand, I get a math class with my two best friends in the school. Other than the fact that I have to walk zigzag all over the school, my schedule is pretty good. Drama was good today, but I'm sad to say that my favorite class would have to be English. The teacher is awesome and the class is great. Okay, but there can never be a perfect day with Heather Lynch, oh no. I just had to have sat on something wet in the morning, and I just had to have stood up in my first period class in front of the entire class and have them see something wet, on my butt. Embarrassing? I think so. Actually, I'm not exactly sure it was that noticeable, but if it was noticeable, I, am, dead. Also,I completely messed up where a girl and I were sitting in last period History, and having being the only person in the entire class that can't read a seating chart, all eyes, as usual  were on me. And I don't mean, "as usual," like ; "oh, mah gosh, I'm always wearing the cutest outfits and I'm so hot," no. I mean it as; I'm always getting into embarrassing situations.  I don't think I'll ever not get embarrassed on a first day of school, ever. That being said, I am kind of used to being embarrassed all the time, and I'm so used to it, that I got over the whole 'turning as red as a tomato' thing after the fifth grade.   The First Day Was Okay. Did that really just rhyme? (;

Hey Hey Hey! Two More Days! Until, school. I can't decide if I want the school year to start or not. There are so many things that could go wrong, so many people I could lose, and yet, summer is getting old. That being said, I will probably want summer to start again after the first week of eighth grade :P Ugh. This always happens. Always. In the last days before school starts again, I break out. I'm, breaking, out. Ugh. It always happens and when it does, I am really looking towards calling in for Proactive, or something. This whole summer I've been clear of acne, but once school is about to start, my little pimple friends decide to come out and spend some quality time with me. Something is wrong with me. It may be just a coincidence, but whatever it is, it always happens. On the last few days before school starts after a break, or the day before something important, and sometimes, it even happens when I'm having one of my "The World Is About To End" days. I'm already stained from crying or having my occasional anger issues (sometimes I just get random splurges of anger that doesn't end well) and then I look in the mirror and it's Pimple Party Time on my face. Ugh. Whatever. TWO.MORE.DAYS.

Was Brutal! This guy is crazy (; Ha, I can feel my legs tightening as I type! This hard core running and drills makes me feel alot better about myself. Last year, in Dance P.E, I felt like a fat blob. Hopefully, by doing regular P.E and soccer, I will get fit. The most fit I've ever been. That's my goal. Who knows. Maybe I will just end up like I always am; not changing at all. And for those of you who haven't seen me recently, I am a shortie. I haven't measured myself recently, but I'm almost as tall as my mom. Ugh. I hate being short. It makes me feel bad about myself. Most of my friends are average height, but it's those of them who are as short as me, whom I can really connect to. That being said, I've grown up being short, and being made fun of my whole life so it's not that big a deal going into eighth grade (holy cow!). Short people will rule the world one day! (:

set to be the backup for Peyton Manning. I'm mad. I'm aggravated. For those of you who don't know, I am a huge fan of Peyton Manning. I mean, this guy is an amazing Quarterback. I would give you all these stats, but that would more than bore you out. Anyway, Manning's got a neck injury and at the moment it doesn't look like he'll  be starting in the Colts' opening game in a few weeks. The Colts need to get to the playoffs this year, so that they can set the record for having been in the playoffs ten times in a row. At least, that's what I think it is. I spent the entire morning watching Sports Center, like the freakish thirteen-year-old I am, shoving fact upon fact into my brain. And because of my memory, that went from being the best memory a five year old could have, to a draining bathtub, I can't remember half the things I glued my eyes too. And I hate researching, a lot. Ugh. I'm biting my nails, hard.
Football, football, football. I'm,so,excited.

So yeah, I am so excited for school to start. I've got amazing classes, paired with awesome teachers, all I need is for my friends to be in the same classes as me, unlike last year. It's exactly a week until school starts, and I'm trying to make the best of these last few days. To do that, I'm hanging out with friends. Today, I chilled with two of my best friends. These two girls make me happy, they make me feel stuff I didn't feel in Arizona. Having best friends make me smile. I'm smiling as I type this. The past two days, though, have been torture in the friend world. Having these two girls over today, to me, proves that I love them both with all my heart, and if anyone thinks otherwise, screw them. Honestly, they can go "eat their grandma's underpants." (; I feel like this summer has gone almost perfectly, and I don't want it to fall apart in the last week.

I absolutely love my classes this year, after yesterday's... turn of events, it's good to have a reason to be happy again.. Anyway, my schedule;
English8 Advanced;  Martin
Science8;  Rogo
Drama2;  Emert
Advisory8;  Borders
Physical Education;  Campbell
Algebra Advanced;  Moreno
Social Studies;  Ruppert
Woot, to the, Woot! Hopefully, I get friends in my classes this year. Last year, it was mostly Emma, and because of that, I don't think we'll be getting a lot of classes together this year..There goes another potential Best Friend.

You know when you talk to someone you admire, and t hen later that night, as you are trying to get to sleep you think about how badly it went, and proceed to smack yourself in the head? Yeah, last ni ght, I nearly killed myself. I would actually rather die than make another blog post. But yet, here I am, admitting to not only  myself, but to everyone who reads this blog, that I've been basically a bitch in some of my blog posts. I realized this firsthand, when two of my best friends here, read my blog. I'm not gonna say more than I need to, but to cut to the chase; I'm making a promise to not just myself, but to everyone I know that I will Make No More "Mean" Posts. Posts that are hurtful, posts that make me look like a complete bitch, posts that not only make the person(s) I'm writing about feel bad, but will make me feel bad in the end as well. I've been reading through my posts and I was thinking that if some random person happened to come upon my blog, they would probably think I was a real devil, and I don't want people to think of me that way. I want to write the truth on here, but what I end up doing is catching people on their bad days and writing crap about them, that in the end, is sometimes over-exaggerated anyway. I hope people will forgive me for some of the things I've written, and from now on, no more ridiculous posts. I love you readers.♥

Hot Damn Glee Is Ah-Freaking-Mazing.♥ KEVIN MCHALE, CHRIS COLFER.
I'm so upset. Like unbelievably upset, not only do I feel like I'm losing my best friend, the person on the exact opposite of my friend list is slowly stealing her away. DELETED BECAUSE OF HOSTILE CONTENT. How worse can the few weeks before eighth grade get?

You know that new Taylor Lautner movie? I think it's called Abduction, something or other. Anyway, it looks amazing. I really want to see it. But that is totally off topic.
Okay, I had the biggest scare I've had in a long time yesterday. So she was on the computer the other day, my wifey that is. I hate that computers remember stuff. Like if you type in 'Heather' on the address space at the top on my computer, it remembers my blog and you can just click on it and read it. I hate that soo much. Because she got onto my site, read my fricken home page and went into my actual blog. Thank freaking god she didn't actually read anything. Thank freaking god. Now, I know that I should be wanting people to be reading my blog. But in case you didn't realize, this site is for my Arizona friends, only. I put stuff on here that I feel more comfortable with people who don't know who I'm talking about reading. Because most of the time, I'm writing stuff about people that isn't..the nicest? I put it softly. Sometimes, wait, most times I really want to take it back a week later. But I made a promise to myself that I will never, ever delete anything I write. Ever. I just feel like I should go back when I'm older and look at all the stuff I've written. What's the point of blogging when you delete most of it anyway. Because personally, I would like to take back almost every single post I've ever written. But I'm not going to. Maybe it's just some psychological problem that I have, but whatever it is, I'm sticking to it.