Oh My Goodness, I'm Not Katie!

Also known as "Escapades in a Busy Startbucks with Renata."

First , I just want to say that Twelve Angry Men ( I mean the play, not the movie, although that is good too) was good! It was interesting though, because none of the characters had names, they didn't face the audience all the time, and it was all really relative. This was sort of interesting because one's own opinions/prejudices could play in when one is watching it. I got to meet some of the actors afterwards, which was fun. The only thing that kind of was wierd was the old detective movie music in the beginning of the movie that I couldn't tell if it was recorded or not. But, before the play started when I was upstairs with all these panel people the guy who was in charge started giving some back story on the play and he was talking about how it was sort of the beginning of "slice of life" style or something like that, and then he described it as "verisimilitude!!" That snapped me back awake, since I wasn't really supposed to be listening anyway.

On a different note, I really don't like lying...I don't know why. I'm not saying that I've never lied, but I usually tell the person soon afterwards. I can't help it. So I can't help getting aggravated when other people lie to me, which I guess is sort of a problem. The thing is , the goodness of truth is relative. When is it better to be honest? When is better to bend the truth? I really don't know, but I just would rather have someone tell me that they don't like me than lie to me about it. It sounds like it would make me feel bad about myself or something, but I would feel worse if I wasting time being with those people when I could be haning out with people who like me. I don't know if I explained this very well
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That is all some stuff I wrote yesterday. I couldn't finish it or post it 'cause my mom got mad and started yelling that I should go to sleep.

So, to continue and to explain the title here is the story that I promised Renata I would write about:

Cut to Renata and I, standing in the Starbucks near the B&N by school. We both decided to get hot cocoas, but when we say our order, the guy asks for my initials. I don't go into this starbucks very often, so I sort of mutter under my breath "J.D."

Next: We wait for our cocoa and when the cups that are the same size and shape that they are supposed to be come the woman yells out what sounds like "K.D.!" Renata and I laugh it off, assuming they misunderstood.

Then: Renata and I are drinking our "cocoa" and I complain about how the candy she gave me screwed with my taste buds so it now tastes minty. Renata says that hers tastes like coffee. I take hers and look at the little sticker and realize that it says "Decaf Latte." Oops! I tell her that they gave her the wrong dirnk, but THEN I look at the name it was for : Katie. Not J.D., Not K.D., it there in black ink "Katie."

Me: Renata! You took someones else drink by accident. Oops!
Renata: Really?!
Me: Yea...that's wierd, since they got mine right.

However, I then look at my drink sticker thing and read "Peppermint Mocha. Katie."

Me: Shit!

Cut to : Renata and I cracking up and running FAR FAR AWAY from the starbucks, just in case some lady woman named Katie came out with a crowbar looking for her mocha.

Tonight was the DISC dance, and it was pretting boring other then dancing to a few good songs (which were at an extreme lack this time), watching the oh-so-entertaining dance duet courtesy of Travis and Gabbi, and reuniting with Gabe and Nora. Nora is really cool, she might be going to my school. Gabe is awesome, he has a different hair color every time I see him. Last time it was blue and purple, this is time it was bright orange, paired with a blue ruffled shirt. Zelda was also there, she decided to crash it. But otherwise, it wasn't that exciting. I have to write a six page paper this weekend, about autism and the nervous system....its really interesting, but it might take me a while.

"World History Is The History Of The World"

Subtitle: Two Periods ( Physics/World History) In The Life Of An FS Ninth Grader

Ok, so today was the much anticipated visiting day for the eighth graders to go visit the high school It ended up being not that exciting, I knew some stuff already about what they were studying in history, and I think I understood Physics. Actually, I thought it was pretty easy even though the Teacher Man (that is what I will call him since I don't know his name. Something with a hyphen...by the way...for the those of you don't know this already ususally people I dont know I call Man-Lady, Lady-Woman, or something else in this case like Teacher-Man [ or woman]. My friend is very used to me calling his [ex?] girlfriend Lady-Woman since I am not aquainted with her or know her name. ) said that it was supposed to be "one of the most confusing days of the year"...something about special relativity. Of course, then when I spoke about it later during break before Latin a person in my grade who I will elaborate upon later and who I shall call Raging Bull-y #1 after I said that it seemed easy said "YOU THOUGH WHAT WAS EASY???"

Me: Physics...
RB1: Ughhhh....(turns back to her friend/notfriend and mutters something that looked at first like it was directed towards me)
Me: Huh, sorry I couldn't hear you. What did you say?
Other Person: She said -
RB1: NOTHING! I said nothing...
Me: Um...ok...so what did you think of Physics class?
RB1: No comment!!!

You see, this person is VERY competitive with me...well, not just me, everyone for different aspects, but with me particularly in academics...which I find hilarious because I am a very not competitive person. I don't know why, but I just don't have any sort of innate drive to defeat people in anything. I swear, they better never draft me in a war , because I'd probably walk out there and say "Ok, so you know, I'm not gonna try and fight you...so heres all my supplies and ammo...I have to go watch reruns of Dead Like Me and listen to music, so I'll se y'all later." Plus the fact that I have no physical skill whatsoever, and very little coordination ( I am not ashamed to say that I cannot walk in a straight line). RB1, however, is veryyyy sporty, which probably just further fuels this need to beat me. RB1 is always trying to get me to fight with them, or compel me to focus less on doing well for myself and more on being better than them. Not to mention that RB1just kinda teases me in general. But what gets on their nerves is that they can't get to me. So now, to try and prevent arguments I say "I'm not telling you what grade I got...stop asking! BIOTCH!" Except for the biotch part, cuz i'm not gutsy enough...oh well. Sometimes I wish I were gutsier. I think I've definitely improved on the take no-bullshit thing, but I still think there's more room for that...I'm not saying I want to be a bitch, I just don't want to be somebody else's ever.

Oh , and by the way, if someone from my school can guess who RB1 is, I would appreciate some not-telling-to-that-person, if you can understand that oh-so-vague request. (This is what I mean by possibly needing to be gutsier, you can comment if you think I do or not, feel free)

The only person who thinks I'm a bit competitive is Mr. Byrne, but he kinda tends to figure out things that you don't even know, so I guess maybe I am in English...(since I do want to be a writer) maybe I am just repressing my secret desire to become a pro sport player. Hah...in your dreams....I hate the superbowl!

I finished this book, and I liked it. Sort of disturbing though, but I think I sort of knew that the first time I saw it. That's the reason I picked it up...the cover sort of jumped out at me and sort of held me there for second...looking at little boy with a box over his head, looking at the title, and then wondering "where are the scissors?" Now I'm starting another book, something about spleening his mother.

I have to go because I'm leaving to see 12 Angry men...with my dad, sounds like him and his friends. HAH.

Braces Article

This will be not so much a long, current blog , but instead a posting of an article that I wrote a veryyyyyy long time ago (well, last year) when I was angry about the sudden popularity of UGGs (click there if you want to burn your eyes). And I hate UGGs. So...if you like them, I hope you'll either a) forgive me or b) realize that UGGs are actually not an amazing fashion. I should have probably elaborated on this article some more, but for now this will do. Actually, I have been trying since last year to get some people together and publish a zine called ByLine... plain name , I know, but I came up with it a while ago when I couldn't think of anything and I haven't been able to part with it yet. The project has been hanging over my head ever since. I've tried getting people to come up with articles, and they have, but they can't seem to be able to write them down and hand them to me. If anybody wants to write an article feel free! Oh, and by the way, all the people in the plays were good! I had a great time...its so wierd that it was the last Middle School Play I'll ever be in. Anyways, I'll probably post again later because I am now addicted and I'm not sure if you can really count this as a post since I'm at the moment just having to copy and paste something while eating Nan bread and hummus out of the container for breakfast.


Braces:
Fashion or Dental Appliance?
By Julia


Everywhere I go, I see braces on everyone. I also have braces. I bet for every UGG boot there are two kids with braces. And now I’m starting to think:
Are braces becoming a fad?
Sure, originally they were dental appliances used to keep people’s teeth straight, but maybe now they’ve been turned into something people use to be cool and make money, like Jessica Simpson being stupid. Is this all some sort of mastermind plan for orthodontists to make themselves hip amongst today’s preteens? Because that would be quite sad. And pathetic.
Well let’s think about it. What is (unfortunately) one of the hottest things out there right now?
UGG Boots.
And once I had thought about I realized UGGs and braces actually have a lot in common. They both come in a variety of colors, although why someone would want to wear bubble-gum pink sheep on their feet is beyond me. Both are also very expensive. Who knew how much money we could make our parents spend on a possible fashion masked as a way to keep our teeth healthy?
Furthermore, both are high maintenance. Braces, because they attached to teeth, they must be cleaned. This is so that one’s teeth don’t become stained and don’t start walking around with gunk in their mouth, although sadly some people still just don’t get it.. They also must be changed so that they don’t stop working. UGGs need to be cleaned, except with some sort of specialty soap. Uggs also must be changed regularly, but not for health. They are changed so that UGG owner’s outfits won’t clash.
What kind of world are we living in? Do these similarities mean that we’ll be stuck with UGGs as long as we’ve been stuck with braces?
Ugh.
Over time, its seems that braces have made the transformation from unfashionable to fashionable. It is my hope that UGGs suffer the opposite fate.


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