Posted in Sports

Break it down!!!

I figure I might as well mix up my blogs, add a little spice you know. So today I’m going to blog about something I guess is kinda sporty, atleast it keeps you in good shape if you do it a lot. Dancing!!!

Most of the time I HATE dancing, I’m horrible at it. I’m tall and goofy, and I guess I just don’t know how to go about it. Dancing to fast songs makes me feel like a tree swaying in the wind, I feel so out of my comfort zone. Then I have to look around and everyone around me is just totally having a great time, gettin jiggy wit it (not meant to be sexual). I try and get my groove on… but I guess I’m just useless at it.

I’m guessing some of you might feel the same way, or maybe you feel completely opposite.

I’ve enjoyed myself once or twice when it comes to dancing. I think the main way to have fun is to surround yourself with who you’re comfortable looking stupid around, that’s the way to go. And people who’s skills at dancing are around your own, then atleast you’re not the only freak.

My point is this, if you’re at a dance or something and you’re having a bad time (and when you have a bad time at a dance, you REALLY have a bad time), go find some people that are about as bad at dancing as you, then just be yourself and dance like an idiot. I’m telling you, you’ll fit right in and you’ll have a good time.

This is Scarface signing off.

Posted in Music

I am calling on you now

So as many of you know, I went to homecoming last friday. Because this is a dance, of course, there was music. And because this was a high school dance, of course, the music was crappy.

No offense, Taylor, but really? They all sound the same. Here was our selection:

Rap
Save a horse, ride a cowboy
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All Summer Long (I CAN’T STAND THIS SONG)
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TNT
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Shake It
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Unidentifiable slow song
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Baby Got Back
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Cotton Eye Joe
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Unidentifiable slow song
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Rap
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Unidentifiable Slow Song
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Rap
Rap
Rap

…you get the picture. Of course, I danced to most of them, unless I was out in the courtyard because it was so hot inside the gym. But did I actually enjoy the music? Not so much. I sang along to Shake It and TNT. I enjoyed those songs. Then I just lapsed into mechanical teen-dancing, which consists of shaking your hips and flailing your arms.

Ok, I did actually have fun. Just because the music stank like a trout that your cousin hid under your couch three weeks ago, doesn’t mean that the company was lacking. Or some of it. Most of the people that filled up the tiny little gym were not the people I typically enjoyed conversing with, but we had our own little group of about seven people, so it was all good.

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Homecoming… the story

It was awful. And let me tell you why.

At first, when we got dropped off, looking purty good, if you ask me, we had to stand outside for twenty minutes because the teachers couldn't get their acts together.

When we finally got inside, we went into the gym for pictures. That took another twenty minutes.

By the time that was done, the dance was already half over.

When we got there, the music was off because the teacher, who was also the DJ, blew the speakers out. they didn't play slow songs for more than fifteen seconds anyway (which, in the end, turned out to be a good thing)

We stood in our little group for a little, then Hayley went off with her new friend and Kelli dissapeared with her date… so it was just Bridget, Mia, Danika, and me.

Mia had been asked to the dance by Jacob, one of my guy friends, but she only said yes because she didn't want to be rude. (poor guy, when Micheal made him ask her himself, while we were outside, he stammered and said 'do you have a….dance?')

I had been asked by Tristan, who, as it turns out, acctually does like me, and was not dressed up at ALL. Not even a tie. Just a really baggy blue polo shirt and black pants with converse (I approved that, at least)

After a while, our feet hurt (high heels),

so me and Bridget went and sat down. Micheal and Jacob came over and sat by us (me) for a little and talked. I was vaugley aware of Tristan and his friend Tanner only dancing within ten feet of me.

When Mike and Jake left, Tristan 'non-chalantly' plopped down next to me, and I found myself promising him a slow dance.

That was after Bridget winked at me and stood up and left.Yell

Then I found Bridget and Mia and Danika and we went and hid out in the gym and took off our shoes. Apparently, Tristan and Tanner followed us, but they left.

But they knew where I was. So when the slow song came on in the cafeteria (what's a party without that gross fish nugget and chicken farm smell?), he marched into the gym and said, "Bri, it's a slow song,"

My friends snickered. Sheesh.

So I had no choice but to follow him out the doors and into the cafeteria. With my heels, I was taller than him by about two inches.

Tanner was snickering and taking pictures with his phone.

Thankfully, the dance only lasted about ten seconds.

Again, I found myself aggreeing to another dance. Gosh, why do I do this to myself??

Mia and Bridget and I hid out in the bathroom for a while, where there was no paper towels so we dried our hands with toilet paper.

Then we went back outside and sat down for a while.

Then we got up and went into the gym again.

Then we went back into the hall and Mike and Jacob were sitting, so I went and talked to them. Apparently, Jacob hadn't asked Mia to dance becase Mike had told him that she didn't look 'into' him, Which was true, but what kind of friend does that??

Mike hadn't been having the best luck with girls either. He'd asked 5 girls in the past three days and got rejected by all of them.

Then Tyler came ofer and we all talked for a little, Mike untied his tie, unbuttoned some of his shirt, and turned his collar up and started acting like a drunk person. It was quite entertaining.

Tanner came over to me and told me that Tristan was sick and had to go home and wanted Tanner to tell me that. I said, 'oh. ok.' like the genius that I am.

When Tanner left, Tyler looked at me and said 'you aren't very put down about that, are you?'

I said not really.

Then, finally, it was time to leave, so six of us (minus Kelli, who must have had OODLES of fun with her date [i love u Kelli!], plus this one girl…) squeexed into Hayley's stepmom's truck and went to Hayley's house for a bon-fire.

It wasn't really all that fun. I was still depressed from the dance, my ear got milked, and the boys that were there (Hayley's brother and his friends) were standing in the middle of the fire like morons.

So I got home at 11:30, washed off my makeup, took out my hair, and lay down in my bed for a couple of minutes.

Then I decided I was hungry, so I got up and used a little light I got from Kit's Peak that was really dull and went out into the garage and got a slice of cold pepperoni. Mmmmm.

Then I went to bed.

We all looked really good, though.

Too bad it wasn't worth it at all.

Kelli, Bridget, Me (my posture sucks), Hayley, Mia, Danika

Posted in Blog

The day of homecoming has arrived

Oh, geez, why me???Surprised

Stupid nose…

my hair is nice… but look at my nose!!!!

It doesn't look half as bad in this picture… oh, geez o pete!!!

megan's coming over in a few hours… and so is everyone else (mia, hayley, bridget, kelli, danika).

I hope megan can make it less… AWFUL.

 And does everyone see the zit under my nosE? or on my chin?

 

 

I hate myself.

 

 

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Homecoming… huh???

I GOT ASKED TO HOMECOMING.

By TRISTAN.

My friend.

My buddy, that I used to tease about not being as strong as I was!

Tristan!

I didn't know he liked me!

Well, it sort of makes sense, I guess.

Obviously, since I'm so freaking hot.

No, acctually, we've been close [semi] friends for a while… just…

WOW.

Acctually, first, his friend Brennon asked me for him.

I thought he was joking, but he said he was serious.

I made him go get Tristan so he could ask me face to face.

Tristan came.

I told him i had already made plans to go with my friends, but I'd see him there, and I'd save him a dance.

 

I HAVE A (SORT OF) DATE TO HOMECOMING!

With… my friend.

Oh, geez, I don't know how to dance.

This sucks. 

Posted in Blog

Homecoming clothing angst

This is my homecoming outfit (I will not be wearing the necklace).

I'm not wearing makeup, or anything, but this is the CLOTHING.

You have no idea how bad the heels hurt.

The dress is a hand-me-down-loaner from my freind, megan sushi. and the heels. and the necklace.

everything else I bought.

*shudder* panty hose… 

Posted in Bri

Homecoming angst

I swear it's laughing at me.

I didn't know inanimate peices of paper could be so cruel.

WHAT DOES IT WANT WITH ME?

It just sits there, taped to the locker right next to me, glaring at me whenever I need to get something.

But underneath the glare, it's laughing.

Don't doubt it.

 

As if it's not bad enough that my FRIENDS call me ugly, now it has to PROVE how ugly I am.

By not getting a date to homecoming.

That's right.

H.O.M.E.C.O.M.I.N.G.

The "Fire and Ice" sign next to my locker expresses it's hate for me quite clearly.

It knows I'm not getting a date.

It just knows it.

I don't know how, but…

Ok, yes I do.

Obviously, it caught on to how extremely undesirable I am.

Since, according to Dylan, looking at me is like pulling teeth with a knife, I'm pretty much screwed in the boys department.

Ok, so Hayley thinks I'm pretty.

Thank's plunkit, but no offense, I don't really feel like going to homecoming with you.

Like a date. Not with you, dear.

Not even SROTS.

Geez O Pete, I'm pathetic.

So here's my other predicament:

I like this guy.

He is in my GT and Spanish class.

He acctually knows my name.

I don't know if he likes me.

I want him to ask me to homecoming.

HAH, like that's gonna happen.

 But, in vain hope, I'm prettying myself up as good as I can.

I'm wearing almost clear white nail polish.

I'm going to straiten my hair.

I scrubbed my face vigourously in order to bring down my killer acne.

I am going to get up early tomarrow to do my makeup WELL.

And I'm still going to have absoulutely NO chance.

If he doesn't ask me tommarow, I'm going to try to rally a group date.

If anyone would like to attend, please let me know.

Gosh, I should just brand a huge "L" on my forehead.