School's out for summer!

Today was the last day of my freshmen year.

I started off the day, late. I strolled into my school's cafeteria at promptly 9:43 a.m. (school starts at 7:00) and sat down waiting for the 15-minute break bell, to ring.
After my first exam for the day, and the last exam of my freshmen year was over, a couple of my friends and i put our desks together. We were all in agreement that we were glad year was finally over.
I can't put into exact detail what was discussed, because it was a butt-load of nothing. We never stayed on a subject for more than two minutes. It was the funniest conversation of the year.

After the school day was over, we laughed at people's nostalgia. Why do people get so sappy at the end of the year? You'll see each other next year, and if not, you'll see the people that matter over the summer. Frankly, nostalgia sickens me. I'm was never for sappy behaviour.

Woohoo, for 1 and a half months of slacking off!

Ice creams

It's official... I'm immature.

Final Lines

Ever since that last letter, I've become quite anti-social. I just don't feel like talking to anyone. I don't feel like trying to strain my brain to come up with something funny to say. I just feel like closing my eyes, throwing on my iPod, and sleeping. I feel no need to speak to anyone. I've logged onto the computer, and my msn starts to sign in. I'm so used to closing it out now.

There's only one person that I talk to, and we all know who it is. I'm sorry, but I almost always put him ahead of anyone else. Our conversation today went something like this (keep in mind, I'm paraphrasing):

(Over text)

M: I challenge you to a fire duel.

(Phone rings)

C: That caught my attention. I like that.

M: I thought it would. I was going to say agni kai, but I don't know how to spell that.

C: (laughs) from Avatar?

M: Yep. I'd win. I know how to retract lightening. And you DON'T!

C: Nope. I'd win. I'm from the water tribe.

M:.... if your from the water tribe, your fire would be.... water?

C: Yes.

M: So it would be water?

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C: I hate it when people ruin my final lines for me

M: What do you mean?

C: Well, every time I go to (town I live in), I say something amazing before leaving, and someone ruins it for me!

M: (hesitating) um...

C: I'll give you an example. Last Saturday, when my mom's boyfriend arrived, someone was like "*giggle* hey look, your father's here *giggle*" Then I turned around, and said "Papito's my only father"

M: Did you say that in a booming voice?

C: Yes. I was walking out of the door, the wind flowing through my hair, sunset lighting

M: In slow-motion

C: Everyone was shocked. Their faces were like a "did he just say that?" face. And my back was turned from the explosion.

M: BECAUSE COOL GUYS DON'T LOOK AT EXPLOSIONS! (laugh) Oh my god! I can't believe you mentioned that. Kudos. Kudos.

C: (laugh) And then my mom sent me back in to get her comb.

M: (laugh) Aw! She made you face the explosion!

C: (laugh) (fake angry voice) I KNOW! UGH.

M: How dare her ruin such an epic moment! You didn't get mad?

C: No. But LATER ON....... I WAS PISSED.

Inspired

For my spring concert, our final piece was "...and the antelope play" by John Carnahan

I love this piece from the beginning. I was looking through the youtubes, and I found a great recording of it. The recording inspired me to write a poem.

...and the antelope play

Wind harvests us.

Quiet spirits travel.

The purest spirits of freedom.

Unraveling your true character.

...morning light

Pinks and oranges,

creep upon us.

Fatigue fades away.

New day, new beauty.

..behold the valley

In all it's grain,

Not a fault in sight.

Sun tickles the nose.

Warming me into a state of bliss.

Running, running free.

I've never been happier.

...and the antelope play

All in good fun.

Hitting, running, playing.

Mischief, pranks.

Laughing in our youth.

Friends, my friends. Free--

...the plight of the valley

Unfamiliar sights... Noises.

Ruin-- Our ruin!

Quick lights, faster pitter-patter.

Running for our lives.

Chasing. They're closer.... closer. close.

...the spirit remains

Sadness throughout the valley.

No purity.

Ghosts of past, run through.

Memories.

Memories of running through the fields.

Memories of playing, laughing.

Memories of everything that is beautiful.

It will always remain beautiful.

Late Night

This night is the only peaceful, stress-free night I've had since I started high school. There's always a test to study for, a project to start, a thesis to create. I've done all that. Now I have some downtime, for myself. The peace is amazing.
My fan is blowing, cooling my arms and my back. Light rock is coursing its way into my ears. The light is dimmed. My fingers appreciate the smoothness of the keys. I have 5 tabs for 5 sites open. Everything feels right, and carefree.

Firemen's Parade

I've realized that I pretty much FAIL at updating this.

Today I had a parade, in which i had to march in. It was only 2.9 miles but by the 3rd hill, I was huffing and pufing. Sweat trickled down my shirt, my feet felt like they were on fire because of my manditory black socks and shoes. As my band instructer and parents walked around us, passing water, and collecting finished water, I was looking at all

the crazy people in my town.

1. A bald, fourty-something year old man, kept screaming "POVERTY!" "SADISTS!" I didn't know what to make of this, other than, it terrified the hell-outta-me.
2. An old man kept butt-dancing to our music. He was also shirtless and at least 250 pounds. It was hilarious.
3. There was a women on a bike who kept honking the horn on her bike, while screaming "WHOO!" "WHOOOOOO! *NAME OF TOWN I LIVE IN*!!!"
4. There was a little kid, at least 5, who kept throwing candy at us. An M&M hit me, and it hurt. A lot.
5. My mom. She kept screaming "MELISSA! MELISSA! OVER HERE!" Everyone looked at her. -____-

All in all, the parade was NOT FUN. Oh my life...

Dragonball Episode: #33

Currently

Today was fabulous.

When I got home, I started cracking on that Adolf Hitler, research paper (which I have written six times over, since teachers always assign the same topic, whilst teaching us about the Holocaust. How original,) I put my headphones on and started blasting The Mudbloods. The more words that appeared on the page, the different wizard rock bands appeared. Third paragraph, i was jamming to Teenage Werewolf- The Remus Lupins. By the sixth paragraph, i was singing along (very off-key, i may add) to The Parselmouths new album.
After my wizard rock essay writing frenzy, I printed my German current event. I laid on my bed, closed my eyes and sang along to my wizard rock. I felt my phone vibrate beside me.
He called me.
We had an incredibly engaging conversation. We talked about nerdfighters, Jennette McCurdy, Michael Aranda, college, Harry Potter, Looking for Alaska, John Green, along with silly little comments here and there.
"You love me more than your shoes! Admit it!"
:x
Somehow we ended up singing to Red Jumpsuit Apparatus songs.

I love extremely carefree conversations. I love letting my mind wander without worry. Thus the reason why I'm writing this. I want to document this moment. I want to remember this feeling I have forever.

To Future sad/mad/angry/upset me:
Melissa, it's not so bad. He does care. Remember that voice he used? Remember talking about the future? He told you to never forget. Don't forget. Don't fret over this stuff. Be happy. Enjoy his ability to not show his worry.

Dragonball Episode: #27