Being a Confidante

So, I'm a confidante, to a lot of people. And really, I don't mind it.

But then when I start getting dragged into stupid drama that I really don't care about, that's when it's a problem. Go ahead, talk to me about boys, crappy family life, and other such things. I can handle that. But when you start using me as an excuse for poor behavior.... that's an issue.

(This is happening in my life, if you couldn't tell.)

Cause really, I don't care about half the stuff I hear. I mean, I always like to hear about love, and I feel sorry for people who have sucky lives, but I'm there to listen. So go ahead and tell me these things! I'll probably nod a lot and say, 'yup.' Or 'Oh my goodness!'

I hate it a lot. I'm going to make a movie about it or something. Especially when random people start getting mad at me for listening to someone share their feelings. And yeah, if someone asks me, I will tell them that I talked to you. Will I tell them what it's about? Probably not. Not if you've told me not to.

In this case there is this feud between two people. And they each tell me how they feel. And standing from the outside, I see faults on both sides. But when I'm listening it seems like I am on the side of the person talking. I'm not taking sides.

I get approached today and told that I told someone else something about another person which that person then told another and then it looped back around in a confusing circle of twisty-ness.

Really, what happened, is one talked to me. And then the other talked to me. And the second asked what the first thought. And I said, "From what I can tell, they feel targeted." And then the first asked me what the other thought and I said, "They feel like you are being untruthful."

Is that bad? Cause I told the truth. And I followed it by saying that if they really want to work it out just go talk to eachother instead of using me as a messenger. And that I wouldn't do it anymore.

So maybe I didn't do the best thing. But I did what seemed the best at the time.

But this turned into bulimia rumors and me being a pernicious meany.

What the heck??

And this, exactly this, is the main reason why I am so ready to not be in high school.

On a happier note, I got my haircut, and it's really cute.

Signing out,
Mandie

Ok, Maybe Not

Ok. So I feel better now. I am not an obsessive blogger. I even forgot I had one! Until somebody told me that they'd read it (you know who you are) and then I remembered!

So happy President's Day yesterday! Let's celebrate some presidents! Mainly George Washington and Abraham Lincoln.

I don't have a lot to say today. I have a headache, and that's blocking the flow of my writing juices.

Buh buh buh buh! *snap snap*

Name that song. Hint: I'm listening to it right now on my show tunes channel on Pandora.
No? I'll tell you later.
Quote: "They'll never know you're just a bagel."

If you haven't it gotten it by now, I'm ashamed. Not really.

I rocked the side ponytail today. Complete with an orange cloth flower that fell out as I was driving to school. I found it in my car after school, and then I put it back in.

Let's see. Comments on society? None. Comments on high school? One: I'm sick of it! Comments on economy? Stupid gas prices. I'm so glad my car gets over 35 miles to the gallon! I filled it up three weeks ago and I'm just barely under a full tank! Dang I love my car. Garbanzo, you have done me well.

That's it for today.
The song was Razzle Dazzle from Chicago, by the way.

Signing out,
Mandie

Some Bad News

It looks like I'm turning into one of those obsessive blog writers. Maybe it's just cause I'm home sick (sick at home?) and I don't feel like analyzing poetry, but I've written like five posts. I can't remember exactly when I started this blog (thanks cold medicine), and I'm feeling a little too lethargic to look, but it wasn't more than five days ago, was it? Ok, now I'm going to check.

Ok, it was February 11. Today's the sixteenth. So that means I haven't missed a single day!

Is this my cold medicine making me freak out here? I don't want to be one of those obsessive bloggers!

I'm doing better writing on here than I do in my own diary! Holy cats, this is getting bad, yeah?

Maybe I should go analyze some poetry. But see, I really don't want to. And look what I have accomplished today! And it is only 10:01 in the morning! I

• Took a shower
• Checked Facebook
• Watched Say Yes to the Dress
• Practiced the piano
• Played some Sudoku and Spider Solitaire
• Taped a bunch of music together
• Wrote half a blog post
• Checked Facebook again
• Checked my e-mail
• Went to Utah State's website and checked stuff on there.

Wow! I've done a lot! Maybe not a lot of productive stuff, but still a lot. Who needs poetry? I do. Cause it's due tomorrow, and I'll probably be feeling well enough to go to school. Also, it's a B day, and those are just awesome.

I'm hungry. It looks like the gluten-free waffles with nutella and assorted berries didn't stick with me. Or maybe I'm just bored.

Signing out,

Mandie

PS. I love Nutella. YUMMMM! Here is the picture for the day.....

YUM.

Herriman High Presents... Lockdown! The Sequel.

So advertising a blog on Facebook makes people want to read it. Or just makes 'em curious I guess. Apparently I need more pictures though. I, in my amateur blogging state, was unaware of the necessity of photos. So, I will do better. Sorry about that.

But this post is not about how Facebook can work miracles for a blog. It is about high school. More specifically my high school. Even more specifically my high school's tendency to get gun threats.

What is it with us? Are we all just really spawn of Satan conveniently placed in homes of people who are bound to live near each other? And now some person is saving the world by killing us all? Well, if so, that sucks, because this lockdown system is way too fool proof, so we all survive.

The world is now taken over by little high school demons. Bwahaha.

Ready for a picture? It's going to be a math equation.

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Good for the pictures? Did I succeed there?

So, I'm glad no one was hurt, but I don't see why we are now a target! 

Not that I had a bad time during the lockdown. I got to watch movie trailers in my Sci-Fi/Fantasy class. So I was ok.

Also, I'm still sick.

Signing out,

Mandie

Oh yeah! A punch line!

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Orange.

Orange who?

Orange you glad I didn't say banana?

Signing out for real,

Mandie

Valentine's Day

So today is Valentine's Day. More importantly, it is my sister's birthday. But it's Valentine's Day.

One of my pet peeves. When people call it Single's Awareness Day. Ok, it is only single's awareness day if you are single. And honestly, all those people in the hall making out are too busy making out to notice us lonely ones. So suck it up and stop whining.

I mean if you're super old and single, you have a right to complain. But if you are in high school, come on! Not worth the sorrow.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Banana.

Banana who?

So, this Valentine's Day, I decided to treat it like a weird high school tradition. I made cookies in my first period, and since I couldn't eat them, I gave them away and whoever got one was my Valentine. What a way to get 'love.' Bribe boys with food. Anyway, I had four 'Valentines.' I don't really count them.

Knock, knock.

Who's there?

No creepy stuffed animals, or chocolates, or flowers for me! Just fake Valentines and some stale M&Ms. And you know what? I'm ok with that.
What I'm not ok with is catching a cold. I'm sure a red runny nose, and clouded eyes, not to mention not being able to hear anyone speaking, was not good for my attractiveness.

Banana.

Banana who?

Signing out,
Mandie

Next Blog Post

Nope. Nobody reads this. I was right. That means I can tell knock knock jokes to myself! And then I will laugh and have a good time. Then I will maybe eat some ice cream, and watch 500 Days of Summer. Oh wait, I'm probably doing that on Prom night, so I'll have to change plans. Sorry myself.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Anyway. So in my theatre class we have to write a play. I'm assistant directing it, but I don't know how it will turn out. I think we have some really good ideas, but also that it's turning into a very cliche high school play written by cliche people who love cliches so much that they will avoid anything original like the plague. (Did you like that cliche that I just added in there?) Anyway. The play is going to be about different perspectives and death and grudges and stuff like that.
Banana.

Banana who?

So it could turn out really well. But it could also go super downhill. It's not like the Alvin and the Chipmunk movies, where you just KNOW that it is going to suck. No it's like when you watch a trailer for a movie and you don't know. Like Kung Fu Panda 2. I was so nervous for that. But it turned out to be super cute. Not like Cars 2 or Avatar: The Last Airbender, which I was also quite nervous for, and they turned out to be stupid. Waste of a midnight showing for that last one.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

It was fun to make fun of it in the movie theatre parking lot afterwards though.

So this play. I don't know. I think I will try to write it first, but who knows what the other 11 people in my class might do to me, if I do. Oh well.

Banana.

Banana who?

Can't wait to hear the punch line, yeah?

Next post.

Signing out,

Mandie

Blog Post Number One

I did it. I finally gave in. I have a blog.

I've been resisting for so long, and then today I just realized, 'hey! I should have a blog!'

So you people out there who might be possibly reading this, you have won. I now have a blog. And I don't really know what to do with it.

I'll probably just write my thoughts and feelings and how it is to have awful senioritis. This will probably help count down the next two and a half months until I graduate.

I want my blog to be something special, see? Like maybe they'll make a movie out of it, like in Julie and Julia. That would be pretty rockin' yeah?

I doubt that will happen though. Basically I'm quite sure that nobody will ever read this in their whole lifetime. And that I am writing to open space.

Hello? Are you there? Wanna hear a knock-knock joke?

Now here is an interesting question, invisible people who may be reading my blog; if nobody reads a blog, is it still a blog? Or is it just a diary? Cause I'm not writing anything I wouldn't want people to know on here, even if nobody reads it.

Invisible people? Would you read my blog? That's what a blog is for, is it not? To be read? Would you read it? Would you share it with people and tell them to read it so I can get my moment of fame where a wonderfully beautiful actress plays the part of me in the the movie of my blog?

At one point, I'll cast my life with the greatest actors and actresses. And then maybe my life will be interesting. A little. Not just stupid high school and homework and piano and voice lessons and no social life. Maybe that would happen.

Meh. My life will be interesting in college.

Signing out,
Mandie

PS. I have no social life because I am intent on graduating. There is no way that I am ruining my chances to move on with life just to hang out with some people that I probably don't even like. I'm not a loser. Disclaimer: If I say I can't hang out, it doesn't necessarily mean that I don't like you. I may just be doing homework.