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I still use this, if anyone other than Erica wanted to know. (Because I know Erica wanted to know.)

I check and see if people ever leave me comments and/or post, and since they never do, neither do I. Then I thought, well, maybe they're doing the same thing I am, and checking to see if anyone ever posts or leaves comments, and when they don't, neither do they. So, I'm letting you know.

So, school is officially out. Thank God. This summer is probably going to be rather boring. I'm going to my mom's but I'm most likely going to read a lot and garden. Can you picture me gardening? I can. I have many books to read, this summer. I went online and found a list of 100 of the "world's greatest classics." Most of them sound really good, but some sound like crap. Who knows? I don't mean to read them all this summer, of course, but it would be nice to get a good lot of them done. I need to read Rebecca, as well, for Honors English, next year. I hope it's good.
I seriously doubt, while I'm here in Williamstown, I'll be doing anything. I'm leaving for my mom's the 13th and I won't be back until 23rd July, and that's only for my orthodontist appointment on the 24th. Anyway...it's going to be SO boring, here. No one will do anything with me. Barely anyone did throughout the school year. What will the summer change? Nothing.

I got my hair cut, today. It's pretty short. About an inch, in the bangs. It'll be back in no time, though. Although...if it starts to get curly as it gets longer, screw straightening, I'm just going to keep it an inch in length, all-year-round. You might want to get used to seeing me with short hair. At least it didn't turn brown, like I thought it was going to. Hence, I bleached my hair, in the first place.

I feel like singing. I'm beginning to kind of...like my singing voice, as conceited as that makes me think I am. It probably isn't to a lot of people, but it's jus that...I don't like just anyone's voice. Wouldn't it suck that it would turn-out I suck. That'd be horrible.

Basically, this weekend has been completely unnoteworthy. Absolutely nothing has happened.
The sad truth is, I haven't stepped out of my home since Friday. Right there is a dead give-away that this weekend was not-so-spectacular.
My dad went to the mall yesterday, to get me J.K. Rowling's biography, and they didn't have ANY. So, I don't know 1. How I'm going to do my report or 2. How I can do my Works Cited. This is terrible. It's due tomorrow, and I've done nothing. We need at least 4 sources, and I have three. I could find a million sources to put down, but when it comes to doing the actual report, it's going to be kind of hard with only 3-4 page "biographies" to work with. Great...

I just watched most of the movie Teaching Mrs. Tingle. It was alright, but the girl in it was trying really hard to be Valedictorian. In the end,she wasn't, but she did wind-up getting this scholarship...But, anyway. The whole point is that, I want to try really hard to make something of my life, like that girl was. I mean, I'm not the smartest person in our grade, but I mean, I'm not stupid. Normally, if I try, I can do well. I just...try harder in things that I like. Although, I do have a B in Math, which I dislike greatly.
Speaking of which, Megan called me yesterday and we somehow got on the subject of colleges. She asked me if I wanted to go to college in England, and I said of course I want to go to college in England, it's just the matter of getting in. College in America is rather expensive, but I don't see why it would be any more so in England. I mean, the only extra money you'd need was for the plane ticket there and for a one-way flight, it wouldn't be that expensive. Then, there's the matter of WHAT college. I mean, I've only heard of three, really, and one is Oxford, which is the equivalent to our Harvard and Yale, the other is Exeter University, which J.K. Rowling went to and the other I can not even remember the name of, but I do know that J.R.R. Tolkien went there. Now, I'm quite sure there are many more colleges than that, in one of the largest countries of academia, but I really don't know how to go about applying and the like. Who knows? Maybe going to an over-seas college IS much more expensive than homeland colleges. Do they even offer scholarships for out-of-country colleges? Who knows. It seems rather complicated at the mo, but in the end, maybe I will end-up going to an English college.
Speaking of England, I really wanted to learn the British National Anthem, so I looked it up and found the words. It's to the tune of the "Sweet Land of Liberty" song and the words are as follows:

God save our gracious Queen!
Long live our noble Queen!
God save the Queen!
Send her victorious,
Happy and glorious,
Long to reign over us,
God save the Queen.

Thy choicest gifts in store
On her be pleased to pour,
Long may she reign.
May she defend our laws,
And give us ever cause,
To sing with heart and voice,
God save the Queen.

When appropriate, the words "Queen" and "she" are changed to "King" and "he," but that's only when a king is reigning.

I think it should be illegal to take a country's national anthem and turn it into another song, but, there you are.

I almost have it all memorized! I'm a freak, I know.

Now, what am I going to do about my project...?

I went with RaeAnn and Achaila, after school, yesterday. We walked to RaeAnn's house and dropped off Achaila's stuff and then walked to my house. On the way, we say Miss Reingken. I think that's how you spell it. She's really nice. Achaila was like, "Miss Reingken! What do we call you outside of school?" She said, "Your Majesty." It was funny. Anyway...after our encounter with her, we got to my house, where I let my dogs out with RaeAnn and Achaila. They were screaming and making the dogs excited and jump up on them. It was hilarious.
Afterward, we sat on top of my car and looked at the Cosmo Kamasutra, which has 77 different sex positions. Achaila kept saying which ones she'd done. That was great.
Stephanie came, shortly afterwards and we walked to the park, where we came upon Katie, Jessie and Kelsey. We hung around the park a bit, while Achaila had to pee. We tried the library, but it was closed. Achaila and I then walked to Napoli's, where she finally relieved herself, and walked back to the Fresh of Farm, where everyone else was. When we got back to the park, we split-up. Katie, Jessie and Kelsey went back to Katie's, and the rest of us started walking back to RaeAnn's.
On the way to RaeAnne's, we saw her mom and dad in their van and he told us that a tornado was heading right towards us and it had already killed two people. I wasn't really worried but Achaila was panicking and I needed to go somewhere, because I didn't want to go home, by myself. Outside, the wind was blowing really hard and there was all this debris flying around, with rain, as well. It definitely looked like the beginnings of a tornado.
We went to Zach's where we looked at his kittens while using his phone and called Stephanie's mom who said she'd pick us up at Gas 'n' Goods. When we left Zach's, RaeAnn's parting words were, "Not to be mean, but everybody save themselves," and she ran off. It was hilarious, afterward. While we were waiting at Gas 'n' Goods, we were paranoid and thought we saw tornadoes forming in the clouds. We were so stupid.
Stephanie's mom came and we all went back to Stephanie's, where we watched Degrassi and Instant Star. I apparently acted like a crack addict while I was there, and we ate an egg roll and cheese cake.
The tornado, obviously, never came, thank God. We thought maybe RaeAnn's dad was lying, until my dad and Stephanie's mom both said they heard about it.
At the end of the night, Zoe took Achaila and I home. I got to see Achaila's dad's house! I know...It's stupid that it excited me.
Then I came home and I felt sick from being in the rain. I'd already had a sore throat, but it got all hoarse and when I awoke, this morning, I had a bad headache as well. The headache has now receded, and my throat feels better.
My grandparents in Beckley sent us an Easter package, with money and candy. It's very good candy, too. My grandparents are great. I called my grandma earlier and thanked her.
I wanted to go to Seth's soccer game, but once again, my dad left before I had a chance to get ready. He and Robin also went to the mall, so it looks like I'm not going there, either. This is going to be a horrible day.
I'm already extremely bored. I need to find something to do, but I know there's nothing.

This week has been very vapid, nothing's happened. School has been dragging slowly on, as usual, and we got grades, today. Mine are as follows:

French- A
English- B
Theatre- A
Science- B (although on the report card, she had C, which is WRONG)
History- B
Math- B
Health- C

I'm pretty pleased with my grades, although I wish the A's were...higher and the B's were A's and the C's were B's. Ah, well.

In French class, Madame Fauber assigned us to do a paragraph, in which she wants us to: tell our name, our birthdate, three family members and their relation to us, two things describing our appearance and three adjectives that describe us and why. As you know, if you know me at all, I have very low self esteem, so when we had to take 30 of the adjectives we've learned, pick three and describe ourselves, the only one I could come up with was, "Je suis bete, parce que je ne suis pas intelligent," which translates, "I am stupid, because I'm not smart." Mrs. Fauber ordered me to erase it, and sat down with me and gave me some adjectives. She told me I was "logique" or "logical" because I only do things if they're worthwhile, not if they're just hard work for nothing, "ambiteux" or "ambitious" because I know what I want, at this young age, "tranquille" or "tranquil" because I mostly just stay calm (I used to get angry easily and excited, but not anymore) and "soupconneux" or "suspicious" as in the act of being suspicious, because I don't just accept what is said or done, I question things to know why, a lot of times, authority.
This all came straight from Mrs. Fauber. It was a pretty big confidence boost, because, even though Mrs. Fauber loves me and wouldn't say anything bad about me, anyway, I greatly value her opinion and her judge of character.
After we've written this paragraph (which I'm thoroughly enjoying, because it's the most French I've ever written and I LOVE FRENCH) we're going to put it on coloured paper and decorate it and such. I like this assignment.
Speaking of writing, I horribly need to write some more of my story. It's sitting there for me, during any of my free time at home, even right now, but for some reason I never find myself picking it up and writing. How terrible I am. I'll try...maybe tomorrow. Although, I really feel like writing, now.

Yesterday was, as I expected it to be, horribly uneventful. I never even left the house. I haven't today, either. What an exciting life I lead.

Everyone in my family have gone; I have only my dogs...and Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I'm still reading it. This will make it the...5th or 6th time I've read it. There are so many other books I have that I need to read. They're wasting away on my shelves, captured in a pit of meaninglessness, hoping, in vain, for me to select it and divulge in it's story. Poor books. They're incredibly naive.

Right now, I wish I had a friend to talk to. I think Achaila just signed on AIM. I can talk to her. She's more fun to talk to in person. You can never quite capture the anger or sadness or hilarity, while talking with someone on the computer. I like face-to-face conversing. Especially with people who make me laugh, like Achaila. She's the only one on, other than Erin, whom I haven't spoken to in quite some time and would feel inadequate to suddenly nip in on.

I probably should take a shower, but I'm not really dirty, due to the fact that I took a shower yesterday and stayed in the house.I might, just for something to do.

My weekends are normally this unnoteworthy, since about October. I don't know why. I just...don't do anything. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is looking really good right now. I could talk with Hermione and Harry! They're always there for me. Sitting patiently on my dresser, for me to pick it up and read their witty dialogue for the 5th or 6th time. There the only people who never tire of inviting me to be with them. Books...they're mostly all I have. I hate to admit this pathetic truth, but there it is.

It's very silent in my house, but when I read, it's like the noise in the book is all around me. It's why I like reading so much. It takes me away from this humdrum world I live in and takes me to Hogwarts, or Italy, or Switzerland, or Scotland, or Middle Earth, or Faerie Tale, or the Ink World, or Oz...anywhere I want, to get away.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have inky persons to rendezvous with.

Yesterday, school wasn't great. Nothing happened.
After school, I went over to Kelsey's with Stephanie and afterwards, her brother Karl (carl?) and his wife, Molly (Mollie?), took us to see V for Vendetta. It was really good. I loved it. It had a great story line and the special effects were great. I want to read the graphic novel, now.
The man that originally had planned to blow-up Parliament, in 1605, was named Guy Fawkes, and people in England celebrate either, the fact that the King's life was saved, or that Guy Fawkes had rebelled against the government. He was caught and executed before anything actually happened, but people do Bonfire Night, and have effigies of Guy Fawkes, reborn in the fire. There's a lot of speculation that J.K. Rowling used the named "Fawkes" for the phoenix, because of Guy Fawkes. Pretty cool, I think.

Due to the fact that I cannot go to the mall, because my dad wants me to do other things, today will be a boring one. I wanted to go to my brother's soccer game, since I'm not going anywhere else but out-to-eat, but my dad left before I could get ready. I have to clean, before going to my grandmother's and then we're going to eat.

I have a headache. I don't feel like cleaning, but I must. I need to take a shower...Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire is waiting for me, when I'm done.

I definitely have only like...3 friends, anymore...
It's pretty sad. People are horrible.

So, this weekend sucked, horribly. I went and saw Tristan and Isolde, Friday with Dayna, since Stephanie completely blew me off. (That's pretty much what happens ANY time we make plans. I don't even care, anymore.) That movie is SO good. I loved it. It made me cry.

After that, it all went down hill and sucked. I spent the whole of Saturday depressed like no other. I cried the morning away. It was strange.
Sunday, I sat and did nothing on the computer, hoping for someone to sign on, for someone to talk to.
Pretty much EVERYONE went to the show, last night. Almost every single one of my friends. And yet, not a single one of them invited me. And people wonder why I don't leave my house much. Fuckheads.
But, it's been like that all year, hasn't it? Yet, nooooo. I sit there, with my fake smile on, pretending like it's all sunshine and rainbows, while inside I just want the world to explode.
I hate everything, right now. It's not an angry hate, it's just an "I wish it was all different" hate. Maybe I could talk with someone about it....OH WAIT. They're all out having fun with my other "friends!" I forgot.

And to top it all off, I'm sick. I don't even care. I don't care about anything anymore. I just want to get the hell out of this town, out of this life, and forget everyone. Because, you know, they really fucking care....

I had a dream, last night, that I gave birth to an Asian baby girl...

It might have something to do with the conversation I had with Min, about how beautiful Asian people are...It was a really cute baby. I WANT AN ASIAN BABY!

I'm staying with my grandparents, tonight. My dad is going to be out-of-town for work, and won't get back 'til very, very late. Last night, he came in at 1:30. Grand-mere has a computer, so I'll be on.

I hope I go shopping. My grandma mentioned it, once, but never again. I NEED to get the Chronicles of Narnia. I'm not quite finished with Harry Potter and the Order of the Pheonix, yet, and Half-Blood Prince won't take me that long. Yes, Kelsey, this is all we do....read.

I started drawing last night! I drew Hermione, a Dementor and Flitwick. I think the Dementor and Flitwick were pretty good, but I did a great injustice to Hermione. I'm sorry. I look forward to drawing more!

Well, I'm sure my grandparents will be here soon, with Allie, to get me. Allie = cousin in college.

So, I'll talk you all, later.