Day 110- I'll BRB

I've never been one to use texting acronyms, but when I see an opportunity to make a pop culture reference, I use it. (My favorite YouTuber; iiSuperwomanii, makes references as a running joke. "I'll BRB" was the first video she posted after I subscribed to her channel.)
Tomorrow, before my usual update time, there's this guy coming in to fiddle around with our wifi. Since school ended today, there's no way I can update the blog. It isn't just our wifi; it's everyone in my neighbourhoods'. Putting in a tower or something. I was just told to tell my loyal followers that there won't be another post for a little less than a month. During that time, I'm going to write out the posts longhand, and have a big splurge the day the wifi is back.
So, bizarre news: no one in Brin's friend group knows where Charlie is. They all thought he was at my house. I wouldn't object, but he wasn't. I'm slightly concerned, but Brin's friends are lousy at knowing things.
School's over; the wifi's going to be out, and my almost-boyfriend is nowhere to be found. Sounds like a great start.

All of y'all will hear from me before the month is through. Stay frosty.

Day 109- Wasting Time, Level: Expert

I started today by typing up the short Bowie/Jagger story I wrote yesterday. It got a positive review, like all the others. (By all, I mean two) people seem to really like my idea of David and Mick in cute domestic situations. In the first story, they woke up early to watch cartoons and eat Cheerios. In the second one, Mick's mildly miffed because David won't let him into the kitchen to bake cookies with him due to what happened "the last time". He eventually relents because they just love each other so gosh darned much.
It's really fun to write these stories, but I'm worried my family doesn't approve. They haven't straight out said that being gay is wrong, but I'm getting some pretty strong homophobe vibes from all of them. It's a shame.
Back to my wasting time: I sat in front of a binder of blank paper for who knows how long. I listened to 3 1/2 records in that time. I made this really cool thing out of crocheting nylon loops. But I won the time wasting game. Creamed myself at it.


Sorry if today's post doesn't make a lot of sense; I'm tired and I just want to snooze.

Day 108- Fun With Family

After I'm on the computer for an hour, scrolling through fanfics and reading the comments from the one I posted last night, Dad tells me to get off the computer at 8 and to not go back on for the rest of the day. I found that a little harsh, since he expects me to amuse myself in the house or on our property. Walking around town by myself is unheard of and if I want to go to a friends house or invite them over, there's at least a page long checklist of 'details'. It's freaking ludicrous. I hate that that's how things have to be. So, I try to go to the library for hours on end, just as something to do. Can't walk there, God forbid. I have to find a convenient time in either Mom or Dad's schedule for them to drop me off and pick me up. I also can't be there for too long, or something bad could happen.
I went to the library today. From 9:30 to 2:40. I sat there, writing fanfics longhand to type up later. Every so often, I have to get up and walk around so the motion-detecting lights turn on in the section of the library where I am. It's a horrible setup, and I'm having very little fun. But it's better than what goes on at home. It's like they collectively hate me. Nothing I do is good enough for them. The following is an actual conversation that happened while we were eating desert on the deck:
"Do you miss soccer, Kat?"
"I'd pay to see Kat play soccer anymore."
"It'd be a waste of your money."
The three people who engaged in the above conversation was Dad, Alan, and Mom.
Don't they loooooooove me? They loooooove me soooooooo much.
I hate them.
All of them.
I'm not an emo teen. I'm not one of those teens who are super snobby and brattish with no good reason. I have a reason. My ENTIRE FAMILY VERBALLY TORMENTS ME DAILY! Dad took away my only form of escapism because I use it too much. (No duh.) After supper, when I tried to be alone in the basement and listen to my Bowie record and write, Mom has the audacity to come downstairs and basically tells me to shave my pantyline because its gross and to stop being such a wuss and use tampons so I can swim, so I can get more exercise.
Who tells people that? Who in their right mind does that? Since when did it become socially acceptable? No one, no one, and never.

Day 107- Party Time

One of the neighbor families are moving away, so, today, my family threw a going-away party for them. These neighbors knew about the party, and gave Mom the guest list, which included Angus's family. No biggie. (HUGE BIGGIE!)
There was punch and treats and whatnot. (Including wings which has spawned my new catchphrase: "When in doubt, chicken wings are the way out.")
The party was made up mostly of people who I didn't and did not want to know, as well as some who I knew, but... you know what.
Now, my family has a pool, and Angus knew that. One of the things I always imagined us doing once my parents knew about us was going for a (maybe) moonlight dip in the pool, and making out, while covered in wet hair. This is not what happened. I left the party at 4, and retreated to the office, where I proceeded to look down on the backyard every so often to watch my ex living half of the fantasy I had planned out for us. I wanted him back. Hard. I wanted him back in my arms, in my hand, or just out of my head. I wanted a final kiss that I knew would be the final kiss. Anything. But you know what's wrong with wanting an ex back when they dumped you over Snapchat twice?

EVERYTHING IS WRONG WITH THAT!
If he doesn't want me, he doesn't want me. I have to accept that and move on with my life. Maybe if I could actually meet Charlie and implant him in my brain instead of just seeing a picture of a hot guy, I would be able to get over Angus faster, if at all.

I apologize for the hastily written, sloppily plotted blog entry, but that is the thought process I am having right now, and I can't stop it. Now for the obligatory David Bowie GIF:


P.S. I wrote a Bowie/ Jagger fanfic in about an hour today, just because I felt like it.
http://www.rockfic.com/viewstory.php?title=Saturday+Morning&storyid=22902&numchapters=1&category=David%20Bowie,%20Rolling%20Stones&author=The_Elder&m=f&ratinglist=&genrelist=&bandlist=

Day 106- 4 Hours At The Library

It’s fascinating, really, how much I can accomplish in four hours. For example, when I went to the library today, there was an issue concerning my book on inter-library loan. It was due about halfway through July, a time I knew I wouldn’t have the time to return it. As it was on inter-library loan, I was unable to extend the due date in advance, or at all. I caused a big stink about it, and all the librarians huddled together to figure out how to fix my predicament. It was determined that I wouldn’t have any late fines, because it wasn’t my fault I couldn’t renew it. This was at 9 o’clock this morning; the beginning of my allotted time at the library. I took the book in question, along with my sack of goodies and brought them into the youth section, where resides the most comfortable chair in the history of mankind. I parked my behind in it and started reading my troublesome book. I did not move from that chair until the book was finished, which it was, 3 hours and 50 minutes later. It turned out all my troubles were for naught. I ended up returning that book (even though I wanted to read it a second time) and left with only the second hold I had picked up, which was not on inter-library loan, and could be renewed.

Fun fact about the two books I borrowed: They were both based on true events and made into movies staring Leonardo DiCaprio. If I’m being honest with myself, he’s the reason I put the books on hold in the first place.

Day 105- The Last Day Sucked

I looked forward to the last day of middle school since middle school began. Four years, I've been waiting for today. Such a big disappointment, there never was. We did the same things as yesterday, except, today, people were into it, and I was not. It wasn't a total loss; I got to work on my new book: Arrow. I finished the first chapter and started on the second.
One thing I do want to remember, however, is how I played 21 with the two guys in my life who never betrayed me or made me feel awful about my life. They're great guys, and I can't wait to see them again next year.

P.S. The song Bowie's singing is called 'Golden Years', you see. It makes sense.

Day 104- The End Of School Is Almost Worse Than School Itself

If there's one thing I can't stand, it's being unproductive during school hours. The most prodctive thing I did today was take part in an html coding workshop. Besides that, there was karaoke, just dance, and watching the grade sixes have an outdoor fun day. I can't stand sitting around with nothing to do during school. It bugs me to no end. By the end of second period, the eight remaining kids in the class had split into three groups: basic girls who socialize by looking at each other's instagrams in socks and sandals; the group of friends that contain the popular boys and the slightly less popular girls; and me. I was a group all by myself. I had been the last one interested in karaoke, and the last one to take part in just dance. Then, I just asked the teacher if I could watch music videos on the giant projector. I'm pretty sure she expected me to load up some Nikki Minaj song or something. I loaded up a David Bowie playlist and just watched them with a dumb, happy expression. People were looking at me, seeming very confused. Apparently, they aren't used to seeing people with no eyebrows and day-glo orange mullets playing guitar, singing about Major Tom. Their loss.

Who on Earth would think this is weird?

Day 103- Really Freaking Tired

I am so bloody tired, my hands are shaking. I'm writing this post on my iPod, because it's 9:39, a heck of a long time after my wind-down cutoff time. Every part of me is sweaty and tired.
Charlie did not show up, so I still have not met him. But we're basically soul mates, so it's okay. Apparently, we're so in sync, he has the same romantic fantasies I do. I haven't told him of these fantasies, but he knows anyway. I can't wait to meet him.
At the dance, they played two songs I knew all the words to: "Don't Stop Believing" and "School's Out". After "Don't Stop Believing", I had yelled over the speakers to make my singing heard, so my voice was shot and I sounded like a moron. I took a water break during the next song, then, it was "School's Out".  I screamed and went back to my position. I started head banging, and screamed all the words. All the popular kids gathered around me, because I was the only one who knew the words. I was ruling the dance floor. Then, it was the slow dance to end the social. Couples were slow dancing, and Shelby was dancing with Declan, who was my second choice if Angus had rejected my offer to date me. I left in a hurry. All that sweet stuff was rotting my teeth. If I'm being honest with myself, it's because I'm lonely. I hate not having someone to love. Until I can hear Charlie's voice, he won't be real; just an idea that there's a perfect guy out there for me.

P.S. During the four hours I spent with Brin, we had cream pops on Popsicle sticks. I'm still sucking on my stick. I don't know why, but I love sucking on Popsicle sticks.

Day 102- Finished

Today was the day of the last science test, therefore completing all of the tests in all of the subjects. For the next three days, we'll be fooling around and playing games and watching movies in class. Already today, I brought in the DVD our grade 5 teacher made of pictures she had taken of us over the year. 40 minutes worth of pictures. In French, we watched 'Inside Out'. In music, we watched 'Mean Girls'. Along with a period for the test, a period for the pictures and a period for finishing presenting our English projects, that used up the whole day. Tomorrow is the grade 8 social; the first one I'll have been to all year. It's a semi-formal, and I'm going with Brin. Meaning we're carpooling to go there. It's mainly so I can go to her house and meet all her friends. Including Charlie.
I finally saw a picture of him today. He's been working on taking the perfect selfie since Thursday, and I finally saw it. He is so freaking hot. CJ almost wants him. But CJ knows to back away because he's got a boyfriend already, a she knows I've been dreaming about Charlie almost constantly since I discovered his existence. Charlie is so hot, even Maddie had to agree he was hot. Maddie hasn't been sexually awakened yet, so having her admit that is an enormous accomplishment.
I have been giddy all day. There is nothing going wrong with my life.

Day 101- It Is Possible I Could Be Seen As An Unpleasant Person

I hate to admit it, but it could be true. It is entirely possible that I'm the type of person who make people groan when they see me. I didn't think so before today, but apparently, it's highly possible. What I see as harmless comments or fun could be hurting people. I probably made most of the class groan today when I finished a workbook in an hour, when some of them had only done the first page or two.  Oh, well.

I came up with a sort of 'quote' while waiting around during the second hour of class, when I was just waiting around. It comes from the following songs: "King Of The Nighttime World" by KISS, "L.A. Woman" by The Doors, "Heroes" by David Bowie, "Sweet Child Of Mine" by GN'R, "Livin' Lovin' Maid" by Led Zeppelin and "Girl" by The Beatles.

It kind of made me happy to think like that. I don't know what made me come up with that, but I do like the thought. I also like David Bowie's description of his fanmail:

Day 100- I Won't Lie; I'm Having Fun With This

100 days. 100 posts. Some days, I may have forgotten to post, but I fixed the number the next day, regardless of what made me forget. I'm finally on a computer, and can update all the links and Bowie GIFs I've been promising.
Today, being father's day, I worked for hours on his present: a new mixtape and funky-fresh covers for past mixtapes he had laying about. I gave each one a title and used a mixture of photoshop and screenshots to create professional-looking covers. Here's my favorite:

 

 I came up with names based on the songs already on the CDs. The 5 titles were:

• Road Trip!- Full of 'driving songs'
• Number 17- 17 random songs
• Saturday Night- all seeming to be about drinking or weekend stuff
• A Louder Noise- obscure screamo/metal bands I've never heard of
• Oddity- I wanted to make a Bowie reference somewhere, and this contained weird songs based on my knowledge of Dad's musical preferences.

Back to my centennial post: it sure has been a weird 100 days. I've been sick (twice), got together and broke up with my crush (twice), discovered new passions (twice), pretended to be a book reaper for the library (twice), made an ass out of myself (twice), took a shower (way more often than twice). All good things. I don't care what Angus had to say on the subject; not all good things have to end. For example, since the beginning of my conversion to Bowieism, I have listened to the song 'Magic Dance' over 120 times, and am still not tired of it.

Day 99- My Third Binge

On my sick days, I tend to binge an entire season of whatever show I'm in the mood for. Never a show that ended within the last 15 years, of course. I binge The A-Team and Seinfeld. On my last sick day(s), I binged season 5 of Seinfeld. Of course, I didn't learn my lesson that a little Seinfeld is okay, but 22 straight half-hours of George Costanza over-reacting about something is too many half-hours. I realized that when I binged season 5. Today, I binged season 9. Once again, I realized the human being is only conditioned to handle so much immature whining. ("You had to tell Julie that I made a special point of telling you I bought you the big salad, didn't you? You know, if it was a regular salad, I wouldn't have said anything. But you had to have the biiiiiiiiig salad!")
Then again, what else am I going to watch? Dad told us to put away 48 of our favorite movies so we can have a major theater during summer. We couldn't dig up 48 movies we all liked, so our favorite A-Team discs went into the pile as well. We aren't aloud to watch any of them until the giant viewing.
As this post is entitled My Third Binge, and I already spoke of my first and third binges, I might as well speak of my second.
Dad was on a road trip, and I had just gotten season 2 of The A-Team. I had a crocheted afgahn to finish. I put two and two together and binged. Mom didn't object. I was highly surprised she didn't tell me to turn it off. Quite a few episodes stood out from the others, and I still pick them out to watch if I only have time for one episode.
For those youngsters who only know The A-Team from the Liam Neeson movie, if at all, you should be dragged into the street and shot by The A-Team, where you would emerge unscathed, as it was a PG show. (For the record, in the movie, Hannibal would never spend 6 months behind bars. If it were George Peppard talking, he would have been out with the rest of the team before the guards were finished their coffee break.)
As I'm a merciful A-Team fanatic, and always eager for new recruits, I'll explain the plot:
10 years ago, a crack commando unit was sent to a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, maybe you can hire The A-Team. (Season 1 opening from memory. From season 2 onward, they changed the '10 years ago' to 'in 1972'. Poppycock, in my opinion.)

Day 98- My Current Love-Hate Relationship

For the record, I am labelling this post under at least PG-13, if not PG-14. You have been warned.
In the week since Bowie became my obsession, my infatuation has only grown. Usually, I only admire a musician for their music (who am I kidding? Their looks, too) and I usually only know the sound of their actual speaking voices from talking in between songs on stage and interviews. Given that David has movies as well, I can fully appreciate his accent in full. Paul Stanley talks a lot between songs (not to mention KISS Meets The Phantom). I didn't know Robert Plant was British until the first interview I heard him give. And Axl Rose's speaking voice literally made me pause the video out of shock. But I've been rambling.
I have a thing for Brits. I have a thing for male Brits. I have a thing for charming male Brits named David Bowie.
I spent the entire end of my sick day fawning over David Bowie movies. Specifically "The Linguini Incident", which I enjoy the most out of all of them because he pushes his charm to the max. I lost count over how many times I would have given in to marrying him so he could get his green card. Even if he was just using me.
(Note to older readers: I use the word 'fawning' lightly. Y'all know what I was doing. It was lovely.)
The hate part of this relationship comes where I know he's dead. I hate that I'm fawning over a dead guy. Not just any dead guy, but a dead guy, who, during the footage I was fawning over, was as d as my dad; and I didn't care! It's starting to worry me a little. I still blame Angus for making me this way. I was going to talk to him today, but it obviously did not happen. I just want to know if he's happy without me, and that he knows I have no intention in asking him out again. It's petty, I realize, but I'm allowed to be petty if the person I thought I loved suddenly broke off a relationship over SnapChat and only spoke a single sentence to me since then.

Day 97- Ziggy

It is highly possible tomorrow will be the first day I stay home sick from school. I don't want to be. My throat isn't sore anymore, and I don't have a fever, but my nose is drippier than the guts hanging off Rambo's machete near the end of "Rambo". Dad doesn't want me spreading germs like that. I don't care much, anyway. We're not doing anything important, and I'll have to deal with Mr Samson as a substitute for two hours. I'm both on and off that horse.
Anyway, Mrs MacDonald was out because her kid was sick for the last hour of the day, during math class. She left us some book questions and dotted paper to trace the shapes in our geography unit properly. I finished in 5 minutes and started taking more papers to doodle on, because I'm anti-social. And I hate all the people who make up my class. They're morons and the reason I have to take a math quiz on Tuesday.
Regardless of their stupidity levels, I still doodled. I came up with something pretty funky. If Google wasn't being such a moron with their "download this app to put pictures from your phone to the blog" junk, you'd be able to see my funky "Ziggy" doodle. But it is, so you can't. Maybe someday, It looks like tomorrow, I'll have plenty of time to fiddle around with it.

Day 96- Zeppelin References Out The Wazoo

If I was on a computer instead of in bed, I'd post a link to the Led Zeppelin song "Sick Again", because that's what I am. My throat is eating the insides of my neck. Don't even ask how that works. Point is, I can't tell anyone because that would lead to me missing a day of school and breaking my perfect attendance record. It'll be my first one ever, and I only have 7 more days. I can do it. I can do it. When I have access to a right-clicking mouse, a Bowie GIF and a link will be here.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0_SN3NbrBM

Day 95- Today: A Follow-Up To Yesterday

The dumb look on Mrs Read’s face was worth every second of the three and a half hours I spent working on the french essay. She was expecting nothing, and she got the whole thing. She ended up correcting it all before the hour was up, however, so that was a little disappointing. On the bright side, I got 100% on it and she only found about 5 grammatical errors. They were all accents I forgot or mal-phrasing. Not too bad, I’m pretty pleased with myself. What I can’t wait for is the panic in everyone's eyes when they realize they only have two days left to complete the book and write an essay on it. The poor saps are screwed.
Since I've got kind of a thing going on, I'm going to post another Bowie GIF today.

This one was filed under "Useful David Bowie GIFS- Pretty much for anything"

Day 94- Stop The Presses: ACTUAL HOMEWORK!

Yes, it is true, I actually have homework. I've been typing up my book report for almost three hours now. It's because I have time now, and tomorrow, I get an hour of time at the computer lab, and I'd rather slap down a finished three-page document instead of typing up 8 paragraphs during that hour. I can't wait to see Mrs. Read's smug face when I print out three pages when she was expecting 8 paragraphs that were only due on Friday. And her thought process when she realizes she has to correct all three pages before a week is up.

I'll show her that GIF before I give her the paper. I relish tomorrow.
Mwa ha ha.

Day 93- My Bowie Problems Are Getting Out Of Control

Today, even though I only spent about 7 hours at home, I listened to/watched "Magic Dance" over 20 times. I can't stop. It's been nothing but Bowie for almost 48 hours. While my family was out on a day trip, I taught Melanie the back-and-forth at the beginning. You know the one:
You remind me of the babe.
What babe?
Babe with the power.
What power?
Power of voodoo.
Who do?
You do.
Do what?
Remind me of the babe.
We repeated that with each other at least three times. At random points in the store, I would whisper-sing to myself: "Ground Control to Major Tom" and was perfectly all right with the weirded-out stares in my direction.
My friends know nothing about my obsession, because it only started once I got home from school on Friday. I've even already started an almost-fanfic about him. I think I know why it started all of a sudden.
It's because I broke up with Angus. For almost a week, I walked the Earth feeling empty and useless. With Bowie in my life, I feel invigorated and inspired. As well as the fact that I was looking for a new band of which to collect all their albums. I already have all the Beatles, KISS, Led Zeppelin, Doors and Ace Frehley. Any other band I'm a fan of, I already have all the albums I like by them. (Except Alice Cooper, of which I'm missing maybe 3 or 4, and George Harrison, but I'm pretty close.)
I have a purpose again, a new obsession; an addiction, almost.

It's to figure out how to tell him I'll take the deal for double he was asking of that ingrate, Sarah.

Yeah, maybe I do need therapy.
One more week.
Then I get therapy.

Day 92- My Gosh-Darned Obsession

Today, I realized I have developed a problem. David Bowie. David Bowie is my problem. And I blame Dad. He's turned me into a basic wanna-be. I wasn't into Bowie when I was 13. Then, I got a compilation CD. I found precisely 7 songs out of 20 that I listened to whenever I was in a disco-esque mood. Last Monday, I was presented with a copy of "The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars". On Friday, I listened to it and had a life-changing experience. Now, I've been pulled into the Bowie obsession. I started the day by watching "The Man Who Fell To Earth" in its entirety. At 8:30, I had brunch. At 9, I went outside with my draft notebook, two sharpened pencils, an eraser and a massive iPod speaker. I stayed out there until 1, at which time I went back inside and watched "Labyrinth". At 4, I went on the computer and started writing a story with a character 'loosely based' on Bowie. (As 'loosely based' as Jim Harrison was on Jim Morrison, Jim Harrison being another character of mine. In other words, practically fanfiction)
This was entirely unintentional.
Not my fault.
Seriously.
Maybe watching two of his movies in one day was, but I needed to find out where the 34 Buzzfeed David Bowie GIFS came from.  https://www.buzzfeed.com/erinf45e036d0f/34-david-bowie-gifs-for-all-occasions-zbrm?utm_term=.dsLj785qv#.ti0o39bK0

Fine, I'm guilty. I REGRET NOTHING!!!!!

Day 91- My Perfectly Reasonable Answer: I Blame The Spiders From Mars

The other day, I was forced to listen to all kinds of new music that I hated. I didn't care what I looked like; I just put my hands over my ears to numb the sound until it was over. People were asking me why I was so sensitive about it. "Kat, seriously, it's just music." Not to me. And I have a perfectly reasonable answer as to why that sort of music hurts me in ways they'll never be able to understand.
It all started last Momday, when I received a vinyl copy of "The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars" by David Bowie. I had seen that this album was on Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Albums Of All Time list, so I took it quite seriously. I didn't even remove the shrinkwrap until I could listen to it in its entirety. On Tuesday, I had homework. On Wednesday, I had a concert to preform. On Thursday, I had a hankering to watch 'The Godfather'. I coul have done it after school today, but Alan had the power to kick me off the computer and he was out with his buddies, so I took that opportunity when I had it. Finally, at 7 o'clock, I had no other excuses. I pulled off the shrinkwrap, placed the record on the turntable and followed the instructions left. (To be played at maximum volume) I put a small pillow between the speakers and just laid there with my eyes closed and my hands behind my head. It was gorgeousness and gorgeousity made flesh. Until the part where Dad sneaked up behind me and snapped his fingers loud enough for me to use foods as swear words.
Long story short, I listened to the whole album from side to side. I sat there for ten minutes, revisting the last hour of my life. I walked to a window and made a 'tap twice on your chest and make a peace sign' kind of gesture towards the sky to show David how much I liked it. (Don't judge my beliefs; he probably saw me) Then, I went upstairs to come to a commercial on the TV. It had some sort of singer from today singing on it. That's when I realized why new music made me hurt on the inside: after you have your life changed because of an hour of music, then have some sort of noise put itself in the same category and call itself equal, you feel defensive. You feel angry. It pains your heart.
I realize that whoever is reading this might find me being overly dramatic, but as the great Axl Rose (once again, my belief) once said: "There are two types of people in this world: those who like me and those who can go to hell."

Day 90- I May Have Done Something Incredibly Stupid

For once, it didn't involve romance. I made Alan an offer he couldn't refuse. (That's actually really funny, you'll see why)
Alan and I are always fighting over the computer. I use it a lot to scroll through Pinterest and read fanfics. He uses it for playing all the variations of Agar.io. So I cut him a deal: if he sits through the entirety of 'The Godfather', he gets two free 'kick Kat off the computer' cards. 'The Godfather' is almost three hours long, all the characters' names are similar and the muttering makes it hard to understand. I thought he would crack. I thought he would give up a half hour in and say it wasn't worth it.
I was wrong. He sat through the whole thing.
I don't even know what came over me. I just had a sudden hankering to watch that movie. I didn't even like it much the first time I watched it. I get weird cravings for music and movies all the time. There was one time I watched 'A Clockwork Orange' once a night for almost a week. Sometimes I'll just want to listen to a particular song, album or artist nonstop. I'm weird like that.

CHARLIE UPDATE: I've been told he enjoyed the humor in my last letter. I don't know if that means the fancy words I used, or how I closed with " I've been told to tell you I'm a single Pringle and ready to mingle." It's a mystery.

Day 89- The Saxophone Gods Look Upon Me With Distaste

Today was my last two performances in this school's bands. One concert for the grades 4 and 5 (to try and get them to join band next year and the other was for parents.
One thing y'all should know is I'm not that good of a saxophone player. I can muddle along because I took my cues from Alex and Michael, who I sat between during rehearsals. During the concerts, I was forced to sit at the opposite end of the stage and only be able to hear the trumpets. During rehearsals, I would barely be able to hear them at all, so it was like I was playing with a whole other band, I kind of sucked, which is not the way I wanted to remember Denny, my tenor sax.
Since I'm going to high school next year, I have to get new instruments, because these ones do not belong to me. Since tonight was the last performance, band is now over, and I have to give back both Denny and Marvin (my clarinet). I didn't think I'd be too emotional over giving them up, but I really was.
It's all done, now.

Since Dad got me "The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust And The Spiders From Mars", I've been listening to my "Best Of Bowie" compilation almost non-stop. I haven't had a chance to listen to 'Ziggy Stardust' yet, so I'm just using the compilation to tide me over.
I've made it a point that if I can't listen to a new record the whole way through the first time I listen to it, I don't listen to it until I can. Therefore, I've been listening to 'Under Pressure' a lot, for no particular reason.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YoDh_gHDvkk

And 'Cherry Pie', which is not by David Bowie, but Warrant. Strange life I'm leading.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OjyZKfdwlng
It showed up in my suggested videos on YouTube. Now I have a thing for Jani Lane.

Gosh darn it.

Day 88- Charlie

Charlie seems almost like a mythical beast. I've never met him, but I've heard stories of him and descriptions of what he looks like. Charlie is one of Brin's friends from her old school. (She's got this motley crew of friends with bizarre names and bizarre personalities, they seem like either characters from an anime or a sitcom. A few are Fozzie, Deuce, Pillboy, Dollface, Johnny, Allex, Arrow and Jay)
As most or all of these people have no electronic device and don't go to our school, CJ communicates with them via the 'Brinternet'; a postal service consisting of Brin. CJ's been sending and receiving letters from the group for a while, but I've only sent two. Brin's told them about CJ and me, but we've never met each other. They all know that I live for KISS, and it so happens that Charlie does, too.
Today, CJ was working on chibi caricatures of the entire group, so asking Brin for specific details on each of their appearances, because we've also never even seen pictures of them.
According to Brin, there is a tall guy, with green eyes and dark hair, who really likes chocolate and KISS who is slightly older than me who knows I exist WHO MIGHT ACTUALLY LIKE ME!!!!!!

I am literally ecstatic. I've been really missing having a male companion since Angus dumped me. Even if I've been reading everything wrong, we can still talk about KISS together. (But I'm really hoping he likes me)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cpxsMyoXUZQ

Found it in a 'top songs of the 80's' video and liked it.

Day 87- Fudge, Onion Rings And A Singalong

Every year, the jazz band at my school goes performs a bonus concert that none of the others do. Tonight was the night of that bonus concert. It was understood that the bus would leave at 4:30 and we'd get home at 7. Then, halfway through the day, we were informed that our performance was only at 7, and we'd get home at 8. The bus would still leave at 4:30, but we'd stop off for supper at Dairy Queen. I had planned to have supper at school anyways, so I still had a slice of meatloaf for supper.
As soon as school ended, I dropped off my water bottle and backpack in the music room, beside my saxophone. I set an hour-long timer on my iPod, stuck my earbuds in and started off for the library. I had gotten an email about a book on reserve that had come in for me, so I was off to pick it up. I had two hours to walk to the library and back to school. The timer I had set was the 'turn back' point, halfway. I checked the timer once I had picked up my book outside the library; 18 minutes had gone by. With a shortcut, I was back at school by 3. I read my book, played GNR music and ate my meatloaf.
Our first stop on the bus was the Dairy Queen. I had already eaten meatloaf, so I wasn't particularly hungry, but I bought myself a royal Oreo blizzard, which is thick ice cream combined with crushed Oreos with a tube of fudge in the middle. Since blizzards are quick to make, I got mine right away, and ended up finishing it before others got their order. I was still a bit peckish afterwards, and one of my fellow band members didn't want the rest of their onion rings, so I ate those too. (Surprisingly delicious onion rings, like really good.) We performed our two songs and got back on the bus home, where I realized we hadn't had a singalong of 'Don't Stop Believing', like the band does every year, and this was our last chance. I went through every song on my iPod and sang along to every song I knew at least one other person knew. We finished the trip with corny bar jokes, with a few dumb blonde jokes thrown in.

Day 86- A Day Slightly Better Than Yesterday

I've kind of calmed down from yesterday. I'm still peeved at what I'm peeved at, but it's all over now; it's not going to happen anymore. Never again.
Mom took us all on a hike up the highest mountain in town. A 2.5 km trek to the top, but the view is so worth it. It was gorgeous how the mist fell over everything. You could see clear across town and nearly to the next one. I decided to take the steep way down so I could keep seeing the view, which wasn't my best plan, as the steep way was covered in grass and it had just been raining. Long story short, 65- 75 degree slopes should not be attempted in sneakers on slippery grass.
The rest of the day, I worked on this really bizarre coding project. The challenge for this month is to make a game where you have to fly around the screen. I made a game where you're the head of a rock star, flying through the night, eating money. You have ten seconds on every stage and 8 stages to eat as much money as you can. As soon as I work the kinks out, I'll post a link.
I know I've been giving disappointing updates lately, but tomorrow, I have school, so it should be better.

Day 85- A Really Lousy Day

I had such a bad day. Horrible. I don't even want to remember it. For the last two hours, I've been listening to two songs on repeat. Posting the links should be clues enough to what happened:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8UVNT4wvIGY
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aU5gafxI84

Day 84- The Airing Of Grievances

Today was disappointing on so many levels. Out of the ten movies I brought to class, we ended up watching one of the two Liam brought in. Generally, I like bringing in movies so I'm certain I like them. This wasn't too bad, because I had been on the fence to bring that movie anyway.
For the assignment in English, we were supposed to find a song that used figurative language. I had been planning for this assignment since we were forced to listen to 'Fight Song' on repeat for three classes. I fully intended to use 'Trampled Underfoot' by Led Zeppelin. (Link in a previous post) When I brought the lyrics up for inspection, I was told I couldn't use it because there were too many sexual references. I glared at the teacher and found the lyrics to 'The Soft Parade' by The Doors. Even if there are sexual references in that song, they're too shrouded in Morrison-esque drabble and mystique to be discovered. Showed her.
I didn't think music would be too bad. We've been learning songs on guitar. Chords and everything! Today was Friday, however. On Fridays, music class has a substitute. The substitute handed out three songs with lyrics and chords: 'Sorry', 'All Of Me' and 'Riptide'. I swear, I would have rathered smell the sneakers of every kid in my class after gym than learn any of those songs. So I decided to keep working on the pattern for 'Sweet Home Alabama', the only song I remembered the chords for.
If the rumours are true, we'll be learning a Taylor Swift song next.
I refuse.
I don't care if my reasons are stupid, but I sold my soul to rock and roll, so anything else makes me sick to my stomach.

Day 83- Butt-kissing To The Max

It does not need further stressing, but I will anyway: Mrs. Read hates our guts. I can't quite tell what it is about us that ticks her off, but we are the absolute worst. Suffice to say, she very rarely smiles in our pressence, let alone laugh.
But I did it.
Somehow, I made Mrs Read laugh enough to say I make her laugh.
HOW DOES THAT WORK?
I don't even remember what I said. She had been saying that our French quiz was being pushed back to tomorrow and I was saying that it should have been today. Memory's a little fuzzy, but I must have been trying to do some serious butt-kissing without knowing it.
I think I'm officially her favorite student. Even if it's just Mrs Read, feels nice to be the favorite.
On the subject of a different teacher: I'm also officially the movie-bringer of the class. Everyone knows it. I bring the best movies all the time. Every time we have a party in class, and the teacher asks us to bring in movies, I bring in, like, 8. Today, instead of asking the whole class to bring in movies, only I was asked. Just me. Feels kind of good.
So I spent my night re-watching The Peanuts Movie and Ghostbusters to try and decide if they have a chance to be voted for. I'm bringing both in anyways because they're both new ones I haven't brought in yet.
Little bit of back-patting, but I think I deserve it.