Sadie Hawkin's Dance, In my Khaki Pants...

There's nothing better! Oh, oh oh!

That was my Reliant K moment of the week. Listen to that song. It  is wonderful.

So Sadie's was yesterday! How exciting! It was really quite fun, the funnest (I know bad grammar) dance I've ever been to. I had Solo and Ensemble that morning, going into the early afternoon, but so did my date, so it worked out well. We went to DI and chose super ugly clothes for each other. I ended up wearing a teal/turquoise jumpsuit. I felt like I belonged on a sitcom in the 90's. My date was wearing some adult sized footie pajamas. It also doubled as a robe....

This is our group. See how ugly our clothes are? Fantastic.


So we came back and ate some food and it was really delicious. And then, I rode a horse. It was really old, granted, and barely moved, but I did it! And it was quite terrifying. It was only the second time I'd ever ridden a horse! Which is strange considering that I've grown up with all my neighbors having horses and seeing them everywhere. But it was fun, and now that I'm over the initial terror (a day later) I kinda wanna do it again!





This is me on the horse.  It is eating, which was a problem the whole time I was riding her. She kept stopping and bending down and chomping on grass. It was very enlightening, learning how to make a horse walk.

Then we went to the dance and had a lot of fun. My date died in his fleecy pajamas, but he made it the whole dance without having to change! After the dance we went to another girl's house and watched Captain America! I love that movie, by the way. And then I dropped off my date, and I went home.

At home I then discovered that I had gotten a 1 at Solo and Ensemble, and I got the part of Factory Girl 5 for Les Mis! She's the one that gets Fantine fired. She's also having an affair with the foreman.

I should look up who got that part, so I know who I'm supposedly having an affair with.

Anyway, it was a great day, and great fun. The best dance I've ever been to! Thanks to my date for coming with me!

Signing out,
Mandie

Holding My Tongue

I am finding as I get closer and closer to May 31st, that glorious day of days,  I have a harder time not speaking my mind.

I'm mean, I've always been honest. I try not to be mean about it, and if I am, I always get permission first.

i.e. Them: "Hey Mandie, what do you think of the guy that I'm dating?"
Me: "Do you want me to lie, or to tell the truth?"
Them: "Tell the truth."
Me: "Do you want me to tell the truth in a soft sugar coated way, or like I usually do?"
Them: "Like you usually do."
Me: "Ok."
And then I state my opinion. But it's not like "I hate him and think that he should burn in the fires of everlasting hell." Just a nice way of saying that I think he's stupid. Or super attractive. But usually the former. It's true of most high school boys.

Anyway, that example happened months ago. I'm talking about the present.

My facial expressions. They give me away. I always thought that I was good about hiding how I feel, but nowadays? Not so much. Today this girl mentioned this guy who bugs the living daylights out of me. Nobody knows this, because I am good at overlooking the things about people that bug the living daylights out of me. But she mentioned him and my nose crinkled up and I looked disgusted, and said, "Ohhh." In a disgusted way.

I fixed it when she looked at me shocked and horrified. But the damage was done.

And when people are annoying and I have something sardonic to say, I just say it. And I don't even realize that I'm saying it until people around me look appalled. It's actually getting on my nerves.

I always liked that about myself. If I slightly don't like you, or sometimes you annoy me, you will never know. Well, apparently not! Because now my mouth is unhinged and my face is being freely expressive. Darn, it is so frustrating.

Today, this other girl was talking about how she didn't want to be in high school anymore and she would just leave. And I don't know why this bothered me, because I do it all the time, and others do too, but this time. Oh, cheese grater against my soul. So what did I say? "Good. Nobody wants you here anyway. Goodbye and good riddance." Luckily I said it quietly enough in the loud environment that she didn't hear. Nor did anyone else really, hopefully.

So that's what's been happening this week. Sorry if I say something rude to you. Which, if you actually read this, I probably won't. Cause if you take the time to pay attention to this feeble little blog of mine, you probably actually slightly care about how I feel, and that is not annoying.

Also, I have to tell you a story about the mock disaster. I will try to remember.

The end. I am just sitting here waiting impatiently for my Pottermore account activation e-mail to be sent and received, but it hasn't happened in 2 hours, so I doubt it will happen anytime soon. So I might as well go to bed and try to catch up on all my lost sleep.

Good night internet!

Signing out,
Mandie

Spring Break

Do I HAVE to go to school tomorrow?

I thought perhaps that a rest from the daily life of school would renew my spirits and get me ready to endure the last month and a half. I was wrong. Did it renew my spirits? Yes. Am I ready to endure the last month and a half? Yes. CAN I endure the last month and a half? This, I do not know. Right now, my heart is screaming, "NOOOOOO! NO! Mandie! Why are you purposefully subjecting me to this pain??" And I answer and say, "So I can go to college and get you to a doctor." And this is the conversation that constantly goes on between myself and my heart.

If I could talk to my heart, it would look like this. 

And I didn't get this one off the internet. Paint is a wonderful thing. Except it makes you write in cursive and have bad handwriting. It's a good thing I figured out how to insert text.

Anyway, Spring Break has been pretty much bomb. The first part, eh. But starting Friday? AWESOME! Passover, and Easter eggs, and egg salad sandwiches, and The Muppets, and Captain America, and kite flying, and getting kites out of trees, and sleeping in! Oh man! I wish it would never end. I guess I just have to wait until the summer.

Easter Sunday though. Oh the funny stories. I volunteered to teach for  little four year olds at church because their teacher wasn't there. Anyway, one little girl kept asking me if I was married, and where my ring was, and when I was going to have a baby. I told her that I would only have a baby after I got married. When she asked why I wasn't married yet, I told her that I hadn't found someone that I love enough to get married to. And her reply? "Well, find someone." She didn't seem to comprehend that I'm not even old enough to be married, and that I don't like any boys right now. Cause they're all in high school, and how much fun is that? Zero fun.

I have this new medicine now. Well, vitamin. Vitamin B-12 to be exact. But it's in liquid form. And I have to hold it under my tongue for 30 seconds every morn. And it tastes like musty sinuses had a baby with Dial soap. So for thirty seconds, all I taste is musty, soapy sinuses, and then lots of water. But the whole day, I keep tasting this liquid vitamin B-12. SO GROSS.

Passover was pretty much the bomb.com. It was weird though. We couldn't find any of our regular matzoh at the store, so we bought some new stuff. But it was DELICIOUS! So it didn't feel like Passover. The end.

Signing out,

Mandie