Today, I had seven layer cake. There were only six layers. I may have to file a complaint.
Just got home from my cousins house. fun times, fun times.
I also made a youtube video! My very first singing/guitar vid. I don't know how to play the guitar, but I can do some chords, so thats what I did. while singing. yaaay!
Two days till heroes!! Well, until I DVR it and then have to watch it AFTER monday night choir. ughhhh! I'm gonna get back at nine, and then watch it till 11 (almost)? and then have to get ready for bed. how will I fit in my nightly facebook/9th/blog/twitter/tumblr ritual? My parents are not going to be ok with that. Know what I think? I think it's MY responsibility to go to sleep when I so choose and wake up in the morning. If I go to bed late, and then I'm tired the next day, it's MY own fault and I'll learn a lesson. If they don't let me stay up past 11:30, I'll never learn my lesson. I'm SIXTEEN, I should be able to choose my own bedtime, right?
Speaking of (well, you know, teenage freedom issues), I rode my bike to trailview the other day. It's like, this nature path that nobody really goes to unless they're like, jogging or whatever. And it's in the next town over because my town has no nature. It's just flat and bland. Anyway, I went because I just needed to get away from everything (pshh, like there's ANYTHING going on in my life right now... although that might be the underlaying problem. I may have to look into that) and I figured the woods would be the perfect sanctuary. And it was. I was so happy and serene after. Plus, getting there and getting back took a long time, so I ended up bike riding for two hours. Riding for a long time = exercise = calories burned!! So I come home, and like two minutes later my mom comes home from work while I'm making a salad. I told her I went to trailview (mistake.) and she was like "ummm... really? umm" so then when my dad came home my mom's like "Tell Daddy where you rode today" and I'm like "Umm... trailview?" and he got all mad and said I could be hurt, so then I'm like "It's alright- I have my phone!" and then he's like "someone could kidnap you!" and I'm like "I'm on a bike. That would be rather hard to do" (What was I thinking? "Well, It would be a good story to tell at thanksgiving!"). So now I'm not allowed to go to trailview. I mean, I WOULD go anyway, but ehh I'm not a liar. I don't do that. So now I have to find a NEW tranquil place. Trailview, you were good while you lasted!
One of my friends has a problem. She thinks this guy might like her, because he's showing the signs and he gets jealous whenever she talks to other guys. Anyway, she wants to know what to do and I said I'd help her. So I need to think of some way to test it and then get him to admit it without her saying "admit it, you like me. now ask me out" and putting her in a veunerable position.
You know how people are like, "my friend" this and "my friend" that, but by "my friend" they actually mean themselves? well this is not the case here. It's actually my friend. These things don't happen to me, unfortunately. I think this problem, MY problem, is a little bigger. *sigh*
Ick.
Anyway, I gave my friend some advice (those who can't do teach, right?). Look at the whole situation through rose colored glasses. It's only high school- in life, are you really going to remember every bit of petty drama (or in my case, lack thereof)? Jessica Alba had no friends in high school and boys didn't like her, and NOW look at her! (except I have friends. and I DID have a boyfriend for like, a week but he was an immature idiot who didn't know how to have a girlfriend. and before that was a guy who was waaay too clingy and obsessive, which was weird. But they don't count.)
I'm going to end this post on a high note by saying I'm absolutely obsessed with the song Major Tom by Peter Schilling. I might arrange it for accapella. OOH and I have my first Rolling Tones rehearsal tomorrow! I'm exciteeeddddd!