Getting there

Ok, tomorrow is the day. I've been pretty busy lately due to reasons I'd rather keep to myself.
But I'm really looking forward to going away over the weekend, believe it or not. Somehow I think it's gonna be a weekend to remember...

Me, the music blogger

Just can't let this beautiful piece pass you by. Bedroom Walls. Play it on repeat. Over and over.

One down

The talk of today was the upcoming cabin trip. C supposedly tried to talk R into uninviting M. And C can be pretty persuasive when she wants to - especially when going for such an easy target as poor little R. So right now it seems M is off the guestlist. As far as I know I'm still on it. But I guess that could change any day. Do I really care? Don't know, really.

The heat part II

If it gets any hotter I don't know what to do. I'm pretty sure that you can actually fry eggs on almost any surface today. And speaking of eggs, guess who the biggest chicken is? 

The heat

The past few days have been really hot. The heat really seems to bring out the worst in people. Yesterday C told M that she looked like a cirkus seal in her new (and probably insanely expensive) dress. M replied by disappearing to the bathroom for a good hour or so before lunch. Then she came back with a vengeance, emptying an entire carton of juice over C's head. R taped the entire pouring incident with his cell, so I guess it'll be on youtube in no time.

Me, the runner

I like running. I can't tell why, but I really do. Always have. There's something liberating with focusing on one thing only  - moving forward. Dad used to say I would grow up to be a great long distance runner. Something about how the solitude of the sport suited me. I used to think he was right. Today I'm not that sure anymore. But I still like running.

Song from hell

"Oh Mandy, well, you came and you gave without takin'

But I sent you away, oh Mandy

well, you kissed me and stopped me from shakin'

and I need you today, Oh, Mandy!"

I'm telling you. One more time and I'll snap.

Countdown

July 11. The date for the cabin trip has finally been set. I'm not sure everyone's gonna be that thrilled over me going, but it's all up to me, right? 

Cabin weekend

So, I got the invitation today. Some kids are going to this guy's parents house somewhere near a lake up north and they've asked me to come. I actually think I'm gonna go this time. I guess that's what you're supposed to do when the cool kids call your name.

It?

The school paper recently referred to me as the hottest "it-girl" of this school. That's just so lame. What does that mean, really? And how can I be labelled anything? There is not a single soul that knows me. Don't get me wrong, I don't consider myself a freak or anything - it's just that people don't seem that interested in really getting to know me. Or eachother, for that part. 

It. It. The more I hear it the more I hate it.

And the answer is...

...cherry. Always. The question? My favourite ice cream flavour.

Clarification

About the name of this blog: no, I don't have a humongous attitude problem. Anyone of you familiar with sarcasm or irony? I know for sure that E is, since he's the one who set this blog up for me as a going away-present. And named it, since "if they do a movie about you, that's the perfect title". I didn't think that much about it, more than it being a bit silly and all,  so I've kept it. Changed my password though. A girl needs a bit of privacy sometimes.

J

He keeps on looking at me in a weird way. I wish he would just leave me alone. 

I, the samarithan?

E called me today. He seemed pretty upset. Even though I know he's quite a bit of a drama queen, I got the feeling he's not doing too well. Poor E. I somehow feel responsible for him. Maybe I should meet up with him tomorrow. Just to make sure he's ok. Or something.

Bad thoughts

It's been awfully quiet at home today again. Maybe everything is not alright after all.

First impressions

Whenever I meet new people it's always the same. Someone - usually a guy - will come up to me with a really lame opener. Behind him follows two or more friends, both boys and girls. The guys look me up and down - and so does the girls. But they do it with completely different facial expressions. It's a strange thing getting used to being looked upon as a) cattle b) a potential threat to all things good, but I think I've managed. I reflect upon these things but I don't react on them anymore. It's better that way. 

White lies

C wanted me to come to her party this weekend. I said I'd think about it. I lied. 

If I hear that song one more time...

Today, I've heard people sing "Mandy" after me at least ten times. And guess what? Not the first time that's happened either. Do I have to tell you that I hate that song?

Separated at birth?

Hey. you know what? I look like this really cool and upcoming actress. I know because M said so. And right after that, C said the same thing. Who she is? Beats me. Apparently she's been in some tv show and some (probably completely lame) horror flick as well as having appeared in a few  American Apparel ads. And she looks just like me. I really don't know what to say about that. 

I miss M. And D.

Starry scary eyes

This girl, let's call her C, has started to give me these weird looks. I know they are weird because I have seen them before. It is not as she is staring at me, rather through me. I can't even say she gives me the creeps. I really don't feel anything. But it sort of bugs me since I thought I would not have to experience these things again.

One Missed Call

A sort of scary thing happened today. When I picked up my phone this morning I saw that I had a missed call from a hidden number. I am pretty sure I would have heard it ring. What bothers me more is that there was a text message as well. "dont forget that even mansard roofs are slippery ;-X".  Sender unknown. 

Still maybe not that unknown after all. Or what do you say, E?

Attack of the clones

To tell you the truth, I am getting sick of this. The jocks, the freaks, the jockettes and the freakettes - what's the difference really? Is this nation just built these types of people, cloned to make sure they cover each square mile of american suburbia? 

New start

Ok, here's the deal. New city, new school and I'll try to keep you updated on what's happening here. That's sort of the reason for this blog. 

I don't know what to think about this place yet. Seems pretty much the same as everywhere else. New faces but the same people underneath. I so recognized the looks they gave me when I first got to school yesterday. Hope I'm wrong. It got far too messy the last time.