Goodgollygosh, I haven't blogged in forever.

A lot has happened since my last entry. And I mean A LOT!

So we moved into our new house. It's a little bit big for just my dad and me, but I like it. I've been sleeping better and I think that has a lot to do with the fact that my grandmother isn't around to vacuum at 1:00 AM (true story).

The whole drama with Hunter is resolved. We went to the councilor who, after we told our stories, ended up blaming the whole she-bang on Jamie and Jessi for taking part in telling Hunter there was a rumor going around about her. So we're friends now. Better friends then before, I think. There's pretty much an unspoken agreement between us that we are to never speak of the incident again. Which is perfectly fine with me.

I may be in like? <3
So there's this guy (Jeez, how many times do you think this line is used everyday by hormonal teenage girls?) and he's really sweet. He's my lab partner...and my Georgia Studies partner...and sometimes my math partner. Our names are right next to each other in the alphabet. Anyway, he has shaggy blond hair and green/yellow eyes. He's pretty smart too. He's our Fellowship of Christian Students leader too. We have a lot in common and he jokes around with me about being a klutz and a nerd.
We pass notes in class and he's so cute about it. He's afraid of being caught so he asks to go to the bathroom so he can reply. (<3)
He had some girl trouble (as in this girl accused him of stalking her. Pshh) and he came to me all frustrated and PO.
We've become friends over the past nine weeks. And I like him a lot. But there are a few problems.

1) He's practically related to my best friend (as in he's been her neighbor for 10 years and their families are pretty much one.)
2) He doesn't date. Period.
3) He doesn't like me the way I like him.
4) He does that weird "I'm going to repeat this statement 4 times just to make sure you hear it" thing.
5) He's a carnivore.

So, yeah.

School has become more bearable lately. I'm sort of friends with these two girls who I sit with at lunch (No more deranged Wal-mart bags and duct tape kid!). There's of course The Guy. And there's Sherilyn, Ashleigh, and I'm tying to become better friends with Becca and more of the FCS kids.

So, yeah, I still miss all of my besties (to PIECES! <3), but I'll still get to see some for them in high school.

Speaking of church, I didn't go this week. Instead, I stayed at home and built an AWESOME fort out of cardboard boxes, sheets, and chairs with Tanner and his friend Sydney. It was the "Hobo House of Awesome(ness)". Heh.

Also, I love this song.

We had a chorus concert today. It went well, I think. My brother and sister came, so I was clearly worried we would end up being That Family. You know, the one with the screaming kids that has to be removed from the building?
That didn't happen, but God. Ugh. Those kids are...terrible. My brother...there's no hope for him. He's 9. 5 foot tall. And 120 pounds. Hello!? Doesn't anyone else think this is a health hazard? He's in the fourth grade and he has HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE?! He has bigger boobs then me!
Not to mention the fact that he's an asshole.
And my dad thinks it's a phase.
He's already failing classes. And is destined to live at home until he is 40.
He wants to be a bag boy when he grows up. Jeez, aim high buddy.
Seriously, he makes me crazy. And he is...so child predator-ish. I mean he doesn't leave people alone. It's a constant violation of personal space. I...have issues with space. I like it. I need it. So needless to say, we don't get along.
I caught him in my underwear drawer before....

My sister on the other hand, there is hope left for her. I'm not going to let there be TWO duds in the family. No, no, no. I don't want to be the sister of the girl who is preggers at 15, a smoker, stupid, and lazy. Aw hell no. I demand to have at least one civilized sibling!

Speaking up, living with a single dad has many ups and downs.

UP'S:
He doesn't care when you go to bed, just as long as you wake up in the morning.
The Office marathons.
He leaves me alone.
I can eat dinner on the couch. (I have to, really. We don't have a table yet.)
Everything is pretty spontaneous. Nothing is planned ahead of time.
I finally get to experience the White Trash lifestyle. As in, "There's no milk for my cereal, so I'll just use orange juice." and "There's no curtains so I'll just tack up some towels."

Down's:
He can't cook. At all. We had cheese sandwiches, instant mashed potatoes, and peach ice cream for dinner. *Vomits*
"That time of the month". Erm, awkward.
Boys. In case you didn't know, my new neighbor is smokin', but my father totally...ugh.
"Do you have a daughter?"
"Not one that you'll ever meet." =\ Thanks dad. Now I'll never get to talk to Hot Guy.

Also, my English teacher is awesome. She complimented me on my "Where I Stand" essay and then used it as an example in class. <3

NaNoWriMo starts soon (AHH!). I need a plot. Agh.

I've started writing in a journal again. Fun, fun.

I have all A's currently. (Except in Choir. WTF? How do I have a freaking B in choir!?)

I have to write a poetry anthology by Monday. Ugh, I suck at writing poetry.

I think I'm getting a keyboard for Christmas! (Second Wife stole my old one)

I have a pillow now! (Second Wife stole my pillows too)

I'm making a HE-UGE Lauren Fairweather type collage in my room. <3



On that note, I bid you ado.