Welcome Back, Kotter

Greetings.


I'm just messing around with the title, guys. My name is not now, nor has it ever been, Kotter. I was just commenting on how long it's been since I have posted a blog. And truthfully, I missed it so much. It's so very therapeutic. I love it! The reason I haven't been on recently is because at the Sheraton, where the Gaming Convention (WHEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!) was held, made you pay for Internet in the rooms and I was usually in one of the ballrooms which only has Internet with a password. So, basically, no Internet. Which also meant that I had, like, 20 updates on Facebook and seventy billion emails. And I missed talking to Ally... Wah... I still have her birthday presents!

Anyways, I am having a birthday party and its another one of those pool party dealios with all of my friends. I wish I could think of something better, but as a consolation, we're watching ALICE IN WONDERLAND while we eat so YAY!!!!!!!! It's in my top 3 for Favorite Fantasies, the other two being THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA: THE LION, THE WITCH, AND THE WARDROBE and HELLBOY. (omg, Hellboy is so smexy! I love him! I'm weird, get over it.) The LORD OF THE RINGS trilogy occupies slots 4, 5, and 6, btw. (Also, I'd like to point out that two of the INUYASHA movies, AFFECTIONS TOUCHING ACROSS TIME and THE CASTLE BEYOND THE LOOKING GLASS are my numbers 4 and 5 slots for animated. I LOVE INUYASHA!!!!)

Wow, I got way off track. So, birthday. I don't know when exactly I'm going to have it, but definitely on my birthweek... I'm worried that it'll coincide with rehearsal for ALICE IN WONDERLAND, for which I got the QUEEN OF HEARTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAHOO!!!!!! (...omg, did I seriously just say "Yahoo"???????) And I'm so psyched to be seventeen. I can finally buy Joseph BIOSHOCK 2. ... Wow, that's a really lame reason. Also, in October, I can transport minors. Bennie, Joss, and I have plans to go get Bennie's hair cut and donated to Locks for Love and I'm treating them to mani-pedis.

I can't wait to be seventeen!


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HM

Gaming Convention

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I am in a good mood for the first time in a while. That stupid thing with Joaquin and Dillon blew over. Dillon's just a ginormous idiot and I can't wait to squish him like a bug. I'm getting my Horizon High yearbook tomorrow. SO psyched. However, tomorrow's good mood will be marred by a (ugh) rally seventh period. I'm so tired of rallies. JUST LET THE YEAR BE OVER ALREADY!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I finished my choir final project all by myself. I edited everything, even made a DVD menu. EEEEEK sooooo excited! Freddy, Joss, Chase, and Bennie will be so proud of me and Mr. Privett... well he may not LOVE it, but we'll get an A. Also, Señor de Soto's study guide for the final that I've been procrastinating on is finally done! Yay fear! (He came around and checked them. I finished two pages in five minutes. Tell me that breaks a world record.)

But the main reason for my good mood is this: DAD AND I ARE GOING TO LOS ANGELES TOMORROW FOR THE GAMING CONVENTION, THE VACATION THAT I LIVE AND BREATHE FOR!!!!!!!!!!!! Three days of pretty much nonstop gaming. Bentley, Bev, and Dad all love Yosemite, but I'm pretty indoorsy, especially in the winter, which is when they all want to go to Yosemite... Skiing holds no allure for me, I can't snowboard, and ice skating hurts after a while. But The Con (which is what everyone who goes there calls it) is my Heaven. I sit around, trounce people at games, and see my friend Dan O'Hare. He's kind of an older guy, late forties, early fifties, who works in LA as an interpreter for the deaf and a track coach. We hang out the whole time. I spend a lot of quality time with my daddy too. Bev always complains that we always fight. We don't ALWAYS fight. Leave us alone long enough, we'll come out alive. We cooperate best alone. However, the part I'm dreading is him making me drive most of the way down... (shudder) LA traffic, no thank you.

Oh, well, I am SO psyched. No rally is going to get in the way of my weekend.


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HM

Bliss

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I am in total bliss right now. I just spent three and a half hours at Joseph's house, two of which we spent watching YouTube. I went over there to deliver Mrs. Morton's birthday present (THE HOST by Stephenie Meyer) and she loved it and I wound up staying WAY longer than I planned. We ate leftover pizza, I watched him play a new video game, "Alan Wake", which is actually pretty interesting, and then we went into his dad's office and watched everything he could think of. Like this one thing, "Civil Protection"... oh, MAN, it is HILARIOUS!!!! I mean, the guy who does this is a genius. He takes Half Life 2 and he turns it into a comedy show starring two patrolmen, Mike and Dave. So. Funny.

Also, Joseph introduced me to this a cappella group, Straight No Chaser, who are AMAZING. I mean, I love a cappella groups, like Voice Male and The Voca People (I think they're so funny), but these guys... wow. Just wow.

But that's not even the highlight. Joseph and I were being all flirty and pokey and our knees touched a lot and I loved it. We used each other as foot rests. It was funny. And sort of not... It was wonderful. Definitely. Like I said, bliss.


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Dillon Xavier: Satan's Spawn

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Dillon Xavier derives some sort of sick pleasure in tormenting me. I have a Facebook account and I "liked" one of Joaquin Valdez's statuses. You remember Joaquin, the guy I lost the VP election to here at Horizon High School? Well, he's one of the most POPULAR, and for good reason, guys at the school. And Dillon, just because I liked his status thingy, is calling me his girlfriend. I swear, that fool is tripping on acid. Ever since freshman year in first period when he first laid eyes on me, he has made it his mission to make my life Hell. He teases me, he calls me names, he's sexist, he's misogynistic, he's selfish and he's got an ego larger than our national debt. He doesn't know when to stop. One time, freshman year, when our teacher was taking a call from the office in Spanish class, he and Tim Schreader deliberately got out one of those Spanish to English dictionaries and started calling me every single filthy, insulting, and vulgar names they could find. I had had it; I burst into tears, ran out of the room, and straight to the library, where I was safe. The Spanish teacher, Sra. Santos, made them apologize, in English and Spanish, verbally and written, in front of the whole class the next day. I liked that.

But seriously, he is possibly the one human being on this Earth that I truly, truly loathe and despise. Now, in my case, loathe and hate are different. Hate, there are people I hate, like Ian and Tim, whom I just wish horrible things would happen to. But loathe and despise, for me, are far worse. Loathing is consuming and it makes me want to hurt the person I loathe. I wish for terrible, awful things to happen to him, and I cannot help it. Nor, when I am so angry that I want to rip something in two, can it be stopped. Normally, I have enough self-control not to hurt anything living. But I will take him out one day if he ticks me off bad enough. And then... no one, not even Joseph, (well maybe if Joseph kisses me) will be able to stop me. That's how much I loathe Dillon Xavier.


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HM

Broke Month

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Mrs. Morton's birthday was today. Joseph's was a little over a week ago. Ally's is tomorrow. I swear when I am out on my own supporting myself, May is going to be my official broke month. Seriously, aside from January, which is Bev, Aunt Gertie, Josie, AND Jeremy's birthdays, May is my most financially draining birthday month. Plus, there's Mother's Day! AUGH!!!!

I got four hours of sleep last night. So I am going to bed early. Like, seriously, now. I just don't feel right going to sleep without writing SOMETHING in my blog. Good night.

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HM

A Day with My Mom

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Yesterday I spent pretty much the entire day with Bev, my mom. Bev likes it when I call her Bev because it makes her feel younger, which is silly because she's only 43 and that's not SUPER old, you know? She used to be a model back when she was younger. In fact, she and Dad met when he was a reporter for "People Magazine" and he was at a fashion show benefit she was modeling at. (Now he's a journalism teacher. Where's the justice in that?) But the company she was a model for went under about a month after Bentley was born. In fact, she named us Harmony Margaret Juniper Leeann Heloise Walker-Lowell and Bartholomew Horatio Montgomery Walker-Lowell just because she wanted us to be distinguishable as the children of a model. I think she was the one who started the trend of celebrities naming your kid weird things. Well, her and that dude who named his daughter Moon Unit, Frank Zappa. Now she's a personal shopper for Chico's.

Anyways, yesterday we spent the entire day together. Dad took Bentley down to his acting class and so Bev and I had the house to ourselves. We went out to Famous Dave's, one of our favorite places to go when we have the house to ourselves, and we had fun. Then we went to go get Ally's birthday present at Kohl's (I'm not putting what i got her because I KNOW she's going to read this) and we went a little overboard. Bev's a cool mom; she doesn't care that I'm overweight, except maybe in the health department, when it comes to buying clothes except for when we find this absolutely adorable shirt or something and it doesn't fit right. Bev's the kind of lady that everything fits right onto and I know it bums her out when we shop. Like we saw this beautiful leisure dress and I couldn't get it because it didn't fit right. She wasn't happy. She hates it when I see something I love and I can't buy it because it doesn't fit. And this is especially disappointing to a former model. For obvious reasons.

Well, either way, we had fun. And I FINALLY found an Abbey Dawn shirt that fits me! So, yay!


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HM

Life's Most Important Lesson

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Well, you know how you do silly things with your friends that you probably wouldn't do with people you don't know as well? Well, Pete Sanders is the supreme king of such things. He is weird; his favorite silly, yet creepy, thing to do is to place his hand under the table and squeeze Lucky, Joss, and Joseph's knees. Just those three because those are the three that always sit near him. On one side of the table is usually Pete, Emma, Joss, and Bennie or Freddy. On the other side is Lucky, Joseph, me, and Bennie when Freddy joins us. We share a booth that really should only accommodate six people but no one listens to the squished big girl. Well anyways, Pete was squeezing their knees again and it was particularly annoying Joseph, who sits next to me on my left. He told Pete that he was going to leave and that I would not be happy and kill him (Pete), and I so would. Joseph even let me grab onto his shoulders as my way of saying "Make him leave and die, Pete" and "Please don't go, Joseph". But of course, Pete being the butthead he is, he won't stop. So Joseph turns to me and says, "Please make him stop." I kid you not; I'm like his bodyguard. Well, in this case, more like his poke shield. So I told Pete to stop, but he didn't, so Joseph turned to me and whispered, "Give him incentive to stop." I smiled; the guy I love was giving me permission to beat the hell out of a guy I don't care whether or not I beat up. I was happy. So I looked Pete directly in the eyes and said, "Touch him one more time and I swear, I'll make you eat your math book." (And our books are over 1100 pages!) His eyes got wide, because he knew I meant it. And he stopped. I'm proud of myself. Pete doesn't usually listen to people.

But pretty much my whole school knows not to tick me off; once sophomore year, (it was after school) The Three Stooges, Dillon Xavier, Tim Schraeder, and Ian Randall, came up to me, Bennie, Joss, and Joseph, and started being obscenely rude to Bennie and Joss. They were making jokes about both Bennie and Joss's physicality, Joss's nationality (like I said before, she's from South Korea), and they even were abusing Joseph and me. I saw the look of terror in Joseph's eyes (he was almost sexually molested freshman year by these two guys whom he had known since sixth grade and who have always had him on the chopping block; luckily I intervened in time and I got them both suspended) and Bennie looked like she was about to cry and Joss looked angry but, given that she's as big around as my pinky, she couldn't stand up to them. So I got up from where I was sitting and said to the Stooges, "Hey, guys, I wanna show you something." So I took all of them to the gym; my P.E. teacher had left the kickboxing bags out. I told them to imagine that the bags (heavily padded and anchored to the ground by over fifty pounds of sand in a hollow stand) were them. They sneered and said okay. I took off my shoes, walked up to a row of three of the bags, and proceeded to demonstrate. I roundhouse kicked the first one; it fell over. The second one I punched twice, once where Tim's nose would be and the other where his ... would be; that one fell over as well. The third one I pretended was Dillon, who had been the most aggressive toward my friends, I performed a spinning kick where his face would be; the bag fell over and rolled away, hitting the wall. I turned back to my assailants and my friends; Ian, Dillon, and Tim stood there open-mouthed. Joss, Bennie, and Joseph were smiling at me. I walked up to the Stooges, got right up in their faces, and said, really quiet and scary-like, "Now, are you going to bother my friends again?"

I have never seen three athletic and self-proclaimedly macho guys shuffle out of a gym so fast. It just goes to show one thing, Life's Most Important Lesson: No matter who you are, be you Steve Urkel or Chuck Norris, you NEVER mess with Harmony Margaret Walker's friends.


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HM

Senior Schedule

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Well, I can safely say that I don't think my senior year is going to go like I planned. My schedule that I had personally planned had gone as follows: 12AP English, Gov/Econ CP, Spanish 4AP, Concert Choir, Teacher Aide, Library Science Aide. My ideal year. I was so psyched. It was what I had been waiting all of high school for.

Apparently, I can't have two aide periods. My counselor said I had to pick another elective or take another year of (gulp) math. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That's like making George W. Bush think! I hate it! SO now I have several options, most of which I hate and the other little bit I can only tolerate. Treble (beginning women's) Choir; more chances of a solo, however, it's blindingly easy so it's boring and I'd have no friends in there. Forensics; I hate memorization but both Stan and Claire would most likely be there. Period off; I could still help my librarian, Mrs. Yates, but i want credits. Screenwriting; I wouldn't mind doing it but I am unsure if the film teacher is having that class next year and again no friends. Math; DEFINITELY NOT. Art; Bev says I'd be miserable but I doodle when I'm bored in class. But the only thing I'm good at is close-ups of people's hands.

I so want to cry. I really wanted to help both Mrs. Shikomu and Mrs. Yates. My counselor says that she'll ask around to see if I can do both. I pray that I can. It's my ideal schedule. Sigh... On the plus side today, I won my first game of BS. Joseph was a sore loser; he was one card away from winning himself and he was sitting right next to me. He poked me in the side and we did a quick round of Poke Wars. (squeal)


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Helping Others

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I cannot frankly say that Roland Patrick Glibb is the greatest of thinkers. He got "married" to Bennie (for Cinco de Mayo, just FYI) last year. And he hasn't talked to her in weeks. He met my cousin Ginger once last year. And then they dated even when she went back to Roswell, New Mexico. He had a girlfriend, who is two and a half years younger than him, for a year and a half. The problem: she lived in NORTH CAROLINA. He's now living with his current girlfriend, Veronika "Ronnie" DeLuca. I am at a loss for words. I have no idea why we're friends.

And yet, he always treats me well. He considers me his little sister. He visits me at home sometimes. He works full time for a carpet cleaning service, he does independent studies, and he still manages to find time to visit me. It's very sweet.

The reason I mention him is that Dad and I just had to bail him, Ronnie, and six of his friends out. They ran out of gas about two miles from our house so Dad and I got them gas. (We still had to drive to the gas station and I can't drive after eleven so I couldn't do it. I would have though.) Roland is so sweet; he promised to pay my dad back and he was very courteous to him. I was very proud of him. But poor Dad, he's so tired now, he just fell asleep with his clothes on. He was about to sleep before Roland called. I apologized to him the whole ride there. But I pointed out the bright side; I told him they just added a jacuzzi to his mansion in Heaven. =) ha ha.


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HM

What Should I Do...?

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Well, here's the time of year I both dread and anticipate the most: my birthday. It's in less than three weeks. Ally's is in less than a week. And I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do. For the past six or seven years, we've had a pool party, barbecued, watched a movie, and opened presents. Easy-peasy, right? But I'm so bored of my birthday. I want to do something I've never done for my birthday this year. Mostly because my past birthdays have been a disaster.

For my fifteenth one, the first person to arrive was over an hour late. It was Joseph. But the thing is no one called to say, "Hey, we're running late." For a whole hour and twenty-two minutes, I thought everyone had forgotten my birthday. I was sitting in my living room with my bathing suit on and sitting in the armchair facing the door. I sat like that, not doing anything else (except cry after the first fifty-five minutes) for an hour and twenty-two minutes. It was awful. I thought the people that I loved most in the world had forgotten me. And then, when the people did show up, only half came and Bennie and I were the only girls. (Not a total loss.) It was Bennie, Joseph, Roland, Freddy, Pauley, Jake, Bentley, Bentley's best friend Toby Brunstedt, and I. That was it. I still had fun, I guess. But I was so very hurt. Everyone RSVP'd that they were coming...

For my sixteenth, we had the pool party, but Claire couldn't make it and we found out that my cousin, Ginger Overstreet, was coming a day late. So it was me, Joesph, Bennie, Pauley, Roland, Nate (I had invited him before we broke up and Bev made me let him come), Toby, Bentley, Joss, Ally, and Colleen. (Ally and Colleen came for about half an hour. Or was that my fourteenth? I forget...) I enjoyed myself. I love my friends. And then on my actual birthday, Bev took Claire, Ginger (who had arrived the day before), and I to Six Flags. I got whatever I wanted because Bev knew that I was really hurt that a lot of the people I invited didn't come again. (koff koff Aaron koff koff Remy koff koff)

But now... what to do? Ally has been pestering me for forever about meeting Joseph (he's the only one of my best friends/sisters she hasn't met yet) and I have been pestering her for forever about finally making it to one of my birthday parties. So we figure we combine the two. But the question is how? I don't like GOING to the movies. (But I like movies at home. I like subtitles. So sue me. But if were up to Bentley, he would.) I figured an enormous dinner or something like that would be good... or bowling. I haven't been bowling in years... Or ice skating. But I don't know if Joseph would like that... He's very picky and stubborn, even when it comes to activities. Uuuuuuuugggggghhhh what do I do? I want all of my friends to come: Pauley, Ally, Colleen, Bentley, Claire, Bennie, Joss, Toby (Bev and Dad make us invite one of the other's friends to birthday parties so they aren't alone), Joseph, and Jake. But I know Jake can't come; he moved out of town a year ago... I cry when I think about him too much. He was one of my best friends. And I don't know about Roland...

Help me!


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