Check your watches

It's that time again. Time... to post. Here I am nearly 1:00 am, and I'm not even tired. I stayed up late doing the Hamlet study guide thing for English. Good grief I don't like that class. Of course, I have no room to complain, considering I have plenty a chance to do it during the Thanksgiving holidays. I think I did fairly well, and it only took me a little over 4 hours. I had freaking soccer practice tonight in Angleton. We're going three days this week because Eastern Districts is this weekend. Of course, our first game isn't until 5:00 Saturday night, which is ridiculous. Geez, I'm still wearing my cleats and shinguards. I completely forgot they were even on. It'll be such a relief to finally take them off. I mean, I've been wearing them since 6:45 meaning that I've had them on for a little over 6 hours. Oh darn it. I forgot to have dinner. I hate it when I forget to have a meal. I think I'll just heat up 3 or 4 taquitos and stuff my face full before I go get ready for bed. I'll probably wake my mother up since the stuff required to prepare myself for sleep are in her bathroom and she wakes up to anything. Alright, now I'm starting to feel a little haze coming over my mind. Every so slowly, I'm falling into it. Yet, I shall not rest until the taquitos are microwaved! I should have done all this homework over the holidays. I knew it at the time, but I'm just such a convincing procrastinator that I never do this stuff. I even procrastinate as to whether I care about things. Like, I know I should care that I can't run two miles without becoming exhausted, but I'm procrastinating about caring about that. Yeah, I think that makes sense. Well, I might as well head off to bed... after I get me some taquitos that is.

Thank you for the doorknob, and the floor, and the window...

So Thanksgiving is just around the corner - tomorrow to be a little more precise. I get to wake up at like 6 or 7 to finish sweeping the leaves off the driveway. Hooray! except not. Ross is at Nathan's aunt's house since Nathan is in town. Nathan is a good old friend of Ross's that he can't see very often because he goes to college. Good for Ross, not good for me. No one's on for me to talk to and with Ross at Nathan's I can't talk to him. He didn't even tell me he was going. I went to his house earlier to pick up the PS2 and he was like "Call me tonight," and I said that I wasn't going to because I didn't realize how early it was, but then he was like "No, you have plenty of time. Call me." So, I called him. I called his cell phone because I thought it was kind of late so the first thing I said was "Should I have called your home phone, or is it OK that I used your cell?" and he says, "Well, I'm not actually home..."
"Uh... wha... where... are you?"
"Um... I'm at Nathan's house. Well, actually it's his aunt's house. See, he's in town and he called and asked if I wanted to do something..."
"Oh... OK... um... I guess I'll just talk to you tomorrow then."
Then Ross feigns as though he'd like to talk to me by asking how much time I have to talk and I lie and say that it's too late for me to be on the phone so I shouldn't really be talking at all, which is exactly the answer that I know he wants to hear because he'd prefer to be talking with his friends rather than me. Oh well. I was shopping for a total of like 2 hours, if you disregard the traveling time. An hour of which was spent grocery shopping Thanksgiving goodies, like snacks to eat while at my aunt and uncle's bayou house before we go to my grandparents' house for the actual Thanksgiving dinner. I can't forsee fun in my future, but maybe I'll get lucky... or passout from too much turkey. Here's hoping for the latter. I'm growing my hair out... I think. I don't really know. I think I may cut it a little to get rid of the dead ends and then let it keep growing, or just cut it back to it's previous length that I grew so fond of, but I still miss my long hair. I don't know. I presume I'll just take the easy way out and let it grow. I went jeans shopping today. Ugh. That has got to be one of my least favorite things to do. If I go after I eat, I feel to fat. If I go before I eat, I feel fat because I don't even have an excuse as to why I look fat. So flusterating. I wanted to get some pretty long-sleeved things, but I didn't get a chance. I did, however, buy somethings I was in desperate need of. I'm so excited about it. Anyway, I might as well head to bed. Stick a fork in it, lassie. It's done.

Right...

No title today. I can't think of anything. Besides, it's not like I ever have anything interesting anyway. Basically this post is about me being alone. Ross is out of town and it seems like he's the only person that will give me the light of day, especially considering my other friends only like to do things after dark. Thespian Festival will be over soon enough and he'll come back to me, but until then I'll have to sulk. Well, not so much sulk as just not do anything during the day. It was sad today after Calculus. I felt like such an idiot. After Caculus I usually go to my locker and fiddle around with things and then wait for Ross to come up the stairs, but since he's out of town he didn't come upstairs and I felt like such a moron waiting for him anyway. At least I didn't stand there for too long. Anyway, I'm really looking forward to the time off, even though I don't exaclty get to enjoy it. Saturday I have to wake up early to take my senior picture since I didn't do it like 5 months ago, not that I didn't try. When I went, the people had already left 30 minutes before my arrival, even though they were supposed to be there until 3 and I got there at 1:30. I was pretty upset, but not as upset as my mother who was terrified that I wouldn't be in the yearbook. So, she set me an appointment for 10:30 on Saturday but I have to wake up early to allow travel time since I have to go to some place like 3 hours away. Then Sunday will be a lost day because I have morning church and then a soccer game in the middle of the day. It doesn't matter if we win, though, since we're already headed for the finals. Monday and Tuesday are really my only free days. I hope to be working on Titanic the whole time. I'll post up on that later, but only if we really do it. Then Wednesday my mom wants me to go up to Austin with her to pick up Travis and view the UT campus. Thursday is Thanksgiving, so that will be spent with family. Friday - Sunday we're supposedly going up to Ingram, but I'm not sure that'll really happen. That would be my Thanksgiving holidays, and somewhere in there I need to find time for my two projects in English, plus the Hamlet study guide, plus the time to study for the Environmental Science test, plus the Government projects. I think that's it. At least it's all I can think of now. I hate having my week all set out for me. I wish I could just sit at home and relax and decide to do something on a limb. Woe is me.

He's Beauty and He's Grace

I just got back from the Mr. Buc Pangeant and I have to say, I was not entirely let down. Sure, some people that I wanted to make the top 5 didn't make it, but all in all I had a blast. The winner was none other than Tony Wise, with Callan Edquist as the runner-up. These results were my preferred, or else the names could be switched. Basically, I thought they both deserved it, so I would have been both happy and sad either way. Tony teamed up with Kyle Devine in a rousing rendition of "Summer Nights" from the hit musical "Grease", and Callan redid some Pat Green song - he sang and played the guitar, but changed the words. It really was great. I was a little disappointed with Alexis Campestre's re-enactment of the Napoleon Dynamite dance, but he gave it his best effort. Holy shamoly my armpits itch. I wonder if I have like... armpit lice. I also wonder if that's a real form of louse. Anyway, the only failure of the whole production was the "Emcees". They were pretty disappointing and held up the show too many times. Granted it wasn't always their fault, I'm still going to blame it on them because I can. Tomorrow I've decided to be pretty. I never do that anymore and seeing all the girls in their dresses and such made me want to dress up, too. Thus, it is to your assistance I do make love. Oh, shoot me now. Everytime I try to finish a thought lines from "Makbeth" pop into my head. Oh, for shame. Anyway, thus for tomorrow I will try to be pretty. I sure hope I succeed. I feel like feeling pretty, and that does make sense. It does. Don't you mock me. I think I may even wear some make-up.

You Can't Make Me

College is just around the corner. Actually, for me it literally is. Brazosport is just around the corner and down the street from my house. Anyway, I'm in trouble. I have no idea what I want to major in, nor do I know which college I would prefer to attend. All signs seem to point to UT at Austin, but I just don't know. Now, when I say "all signs" it means that by chance UT has stood out. For example, my couselor finally called me in for the senior conference Tuesday and gave me this book that listed all the colleges in America or something and as soon as I opened the book I was on the UT at Austin page. Also, I was digging through some stuff and I picked up this large book thing and it was for UT at Austin. I don't know. I can really see myself ending up there. I'm not really afraid of not being accepted. I have a high enough SAT score (although I'm pretty sure I can do better), I'm high enough in the rankings, have a good GPA, plenty of people willing to recommend me, done plenty of community service... blah blah blah... I just don't know if that's where I'd be happiest. I wouldn't really know anyone there. Well, I would. In fact, my brother goes there, but he can't stand me so we'd never talk, even if we passed each other on campus or something. He specifically told me when he got accepted that I was not to go there. Of course, my mother would adore it if I went there considering she'd only have to make one trip to visit both of us. My poor, poor mother. She's going to be absolutely heartbroken by my leave. This family is nothing without me. I've narrowed down the search of colleges. Well, my parents already did a pretty good job of that for me saying that I couldn't leave Texas or go to a private school. It's basically down to UT at Austin, Texas State, A&M at Collegestation or Chorpus Christi (because it's pretty there), and I guess I could throw U of H in there. I desperately wanted to go to Baylor, though. If they were to offer me a scholarship I'd jump on it in a half heartbeat. Alas, there is nothing extraordinary about me that would be deserving of such a scholarship. Travis didn't get any scholarships. My parents were pretty disappointed. I should be able to get a couple, but you never know. Goodness, this was made much longer than I had planned. Well, here's hoping I can pick a good major and a good college. Perhaps some prayer is in order... so pray for me you little landlubbers.

I Win!

Time for everyone to clap for me. Because of the election, Mr. Weiss, my Government teacher, decided to hold a little contest for his two AP classes in which we made predictions about the election. We took a paper and divided it into two columns. On one side, we assigned states that we predicted would be awarded to George W. Bush, and on the other side we predicted which states would be given to John Kerry. Then, we were to add up the electoral votes of each state and assign them to the different candidates. For me it turned out Bush: 285 Kerry: 253. I was 1 off. I can't remember which states I switched, but there was a difference of 1 between the two states' electoral vote counts. I didn't think I'd win though. There was bound to be someone that got them all correct. So, Friday came and it was time for our test. There is no way that I did well on that thing. It was a pep-rally day, therefore class time was shortened and I didn't even have time to do my essay. Of course, it didn't help that I had been talking a lot of the time as I took my test. I'm so glad Mr. Weiss doesn't really care. Oh, and Zach Noblitt brought us a cake that his mother made in celebration of Bush's victory. I'm pretty darn sure that they're Republican... but I could be wrong <---sarcasm. It was the best cake I've had in a long time. I loved it. Anyway... about half-way through the test Mr. Weiss announed, "Julie's the winner." Now, this is the part where I look around the room in dismay in a desperate attempt to prompt someone into telling me what I've won. Noticing my face, Mr. Weiss said that I won the "election contest". Yay for me! He doesn't know what I'm going to get for it yet, but it better be good. I suggested a free 100 on the test, but I doubt he'll go for that. Other people were suggesting things in which they would benefit more than me like making the curve on the test give me a 100. Other people would turn out with 130s and such. I sure feel selfish saying it, but that's not what I had in mind for the winner of the contest. He'll probably just give me some extra credit on it like 10 points or something. Honorable Mentions included Cory Lancaster, Callan Edquist, and Deanna Aguilar... but I win. Mwahahahahaha. Victory is mine!