:'(
Mood:  sad
:(

Sock.
Mood:  sad
Auuurghhh!
Why was today so bad? I'm so lonely at school!

Yay.
Mood:  incredulous
If you're an optimist, then yes, there is.
I'm in the gifted class, which was exactly as I expected. They were all tech nerds. I mean, I hate myself for being like them, but I look on the bright side: this makes my life a lot more interesting and a LOT funnier. I had myself in stitches by the end of the day, when I was reunited with Nicki for guitar class. (We get marked on out guitar-ing skills... hahahahaha) Im kinda lonely in my gifted classes but I guess Ill be able to focus better that way. I made friends with this other girl (Carly) who seemed at least half decent, and I see Nicki, Ariel, Kate and Jessica for lunch and open courses. Nobody in the entire school is even remotely threatening and I can even walk the halls alone semi-confidently... the low point(s) of my day was seeing Bensky in the hallway but Phil and Derek made up for that. I doubt I have ever been so happy to see anybody in my life... Phil made my day.
Im still not sure whats going to happen tomorrow... today was the best I could have hoped for, I guess.

<3
Mood:  down
Now Playing: Gary Jules - Mad World
I just heard this song and I love it:

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... world
Enlarge your world
Mad world


Its great download it now.

Well aside from the carrot cake its not exactly a keg party...
Mood:  hug me
I really want a shower radio. That would be excellent.
School starts tomorrow... im really freaked that it might not work out- but then a small percentage of me is hopeful that it will. Of course hope can be a very strong quality and a very weak one at the same time, depending on the situation, and right now I feel like that pathetic, stupid little girl who gets screwed over as soon as she walks through the doors of her classroom. It happens all the time on tv, so it must have some truth to it... hahahahahaha.
But still. I guess I have to see my peers for who they are- the normals and the stupids- and if I find someone who is better than me then I will let you know.

I dont think I want the world to end- is there a better place for us after death?

Im not gifted, Im enriched like orange juice....
Mood:  bright
Come to think of it, Ive never actually considered myself popular... just popular-ish. I dont really think about it that much because its a delicate issue.
Moving on, though, high school (and the apocalypse) starts the day after tomorrow. I really dont know how to feel right now. None of the people seemed all that threatening but they sure do wear a lot of makeup... i am told that only ugly people do that.
I hope high school goes well for me, even though people tend to get jealous of the fact that I can be both beautiful and smart at the same time.

:-0
Now Playing: Brand New - Sic Transit Gloria, The Offspring - Hit That, The Pixies - Hey
Well I made it back from England alive and am very happy for it, since I've decided that plummeting 35,000 feet to my death is the very last way I'd like to die... but death would be a welcome change at this point, seeing as I'm going to start high school in eight days and my social skills are slim to none, despite the fact that I am really really ridiculously good-looking and a really nice (ish) person. I got lucky in the social department in elementary school, but my popularity is no credit to my personality or anything like that... come to think of it, I don't even know how I survived up to this point. I'm starting in a high school where I know about 50 of the 1000 people, most of whom I secretly harbour an intense dislike for, save for 2, one of whom I hate with a passion (Cass) and another that I tolerate.(Nicki) She's the closest thing I have to a best friend, and I'd probably love her friendshippy-wise if I wasn't so competitive with her. She's gotten everything she's ever wanted in life up until this year, and I've been constantly disappointed... but thats a different matter. Basically, I have no way of starting conversations with people unless they come up to me first, and I'm going into this huge school thingy with point-five friends.
Of course, to make matters a hundred billion times worse, I'm being forced to take every course in the gifted or "enriched" program.







...Wheeeeeee.

Boycott Hagen Das
Mood:  caffeinated
I'm all packed to go home. My seven-hour flight leaves tomorrow morning... god I hate planes. If there's anything that scares me more than falling I haven't found it, and if anything goes wrong on a plane you fall for a long, long time. Now that I'm on the ground I'm not nearly as paranoid, but we'll see how I feel once we're a billion feet above the ground.
I wish that I could be scared of spiders or something like that. Then I wouldn't miss out on all the fun my friends supposedly have at canada's wonderland.

Sorry
Mood:  spacey
This design scheme makes me want to barf but there's nothing I can do about it now. I'm a whole ocean away from home right now and am too lonely to sit around working on my stupid blog all day, so I'm going on msn to talk to my friends back home.




I hate that ujournal crashed. Oh well.