Did some summer clothes shopping. Grant it, I only returned with four shirts and underwear, but it's all good.
Today I wore two of the new shirts, a tanktop and a short-sleeved zipper hoodie. During math, the girl sitting next to me goes, "Kat, I see you have boobage going on today."
"Why yes, yes I do."
I do not wear revealing clothing at all, and when I do get something that's in fashion, I usually don a jacket or something on top. I'd rather wear my Jenova's Witness shirt or something. >>; Every once in a while, though, it's fun to show off what you have [woohboobs], especially since I am so tomboyish.
My friends are shocked whenever I wear eyeshadow. They're impressed that I even have make-up to begin with. They push to me to get a purse and to ditch the put-everything-in-your-pocket approach. Meh. Why? P: The system has worked fine for me for a long time.
In ACen news...well, twenty-four more days to go. I really want to organize an Otaku meet-up, but, well, I just don't have the publicity. Sooo...*nudges SomeGuy* Eh eh eh? 8D
Yesterday was an odd day, to say the least. It started off when, in multimedia, a friend came in the room and poked me on the shoulder. I stared at her as she went “komm mit mich!”, to which I asked “should I fear for my life?”
Ended up that I was inducted into the National Honors Society [NHS]. I ate two sprinkled doughnuts with a diet cola. It’s the snack break of champions.
The rest of the day passed by rather uneventfully. At 4:30, I headed off to work for my pre-bus-girl training kindaness. I received my next paycheck though! $48.45, wooh! Not bad for three days of work, two hours a day. Meep.
I got off work at around 8:30, came home, talked to ‘gome for a little bit, showered, and decided to just veg out and sleep. I planed to watch Good Eats at 10, then Witchblade at 10:30.
At 9:45, the doorbell rang, and my dad came to my room and was like “you have visitors’. There on my front porch were two of my friends, Amanda and Ayla, and off on the sidewalk was another, James. The latter two were in street clothes, while Amanda was in the same pajama pants I was in [from the school blood drive]. All were in odd hats.
“We’ve come for you!”
“Uh…”
So I, in my pajamas and wet hair, donned a hat and my trusty pair of sandals and hopped off into the night with them.
We ended up commandeering Waffles and then decided to leave the neighborhood and pick up another friend, Rochelle. [For the record, me, Amanda, and Rochelle were in pajamas while the other three were in regular clothing.] At one point, we were being followed by a senior-who-graduated-early because we drove by his house [in our neighborhood] and yelled out the window at him.
After all this happened, we opted to go to Caribu Coffee, at which we arrived at 10:50. Rochelle ended up buying, as she was the only person with money on them. >>;
With smoothies, chai tea, and mochas in hand, we ended up cruising down the main road of businesses, marveling at what stores were closed and what were open, making James uncomfortable by talking about boys [“too much estrogen for you, James?”], with Ayla giving us updates on her text messages between her and Matt. We ended up visiting Waffles’s location of employment before turning around and decided that maaaybe we should go back home.
I arrived back at 11:53. My parents were wondering what the hell we did and why. Ayla summed it up best, though: “See? We don’t have to drink to have fun! 8D”
Thaaat's right. Less than a month. Man.
Also, the weather's been truly cracktastic around here. And by that, I mean amazing. In my English teacher's words, it was "the most crappiest, miserable winter ever". And it was true. Gah. Grey and cold and wet. Blegh.
The weather has been a bit odd, though, as the day starts off in, like, the thirties, but gets to seventy by the afternoon. So I went to school with jeans, a t-shirt, a hoodie, and sandals. At 9, there was this outdoor presentation on why to not drink and drive...I loaned my hoodie to a "chicken bloooded" [more wisdom from the English teacher] friend, so I sat about in a t-shirt. It wasn't too bad.
When I came home, I walked into my room and decided to practice my oboe. But man, was it hot. So I decided to change into a pair of shorts.
Somewhere along the way, though, I realized that I was practicing "Carmina Burana" pantless.
I then proceeded to pull on the pair of shorts I had intended to put on ten minutes before.
Isn't the weather lovely?
Right, so, I apologize for last post, as it was lameness and lame. Wooh.
Today was a good day. Because my ACEN BADGE CAME TODAAAAAAY! It is awesome and shiney and awesome. Here's a picture story of it:
So. Life. Life is progressing.
Art projects are coming along well. Four of the six are now finished, so I'm all on schedule and stuff. I finally have an idea for the fifth, so I just need to get a reference photo for that and for the sixth. Aaaand then I'm done.
Gah. It's already April 14th. What the hell, school year?! Last time I checked, Christmas was only a few weeks ago. And what do you mean my senior buddies are graduating? Psshaw.
ACTs and the PSAE are next week [23rd and 24th]. Fuuuuun. I didn't take the prep sessions, as I was told by an extremely reliable source that I was not the type to need to take them. Also, I just don't have the money. ._.; But I did bring home the study booklets we got. That's a start.
Along with next week hosting Earth Day, 'gome's birthday, and my first time busing tables, next Friday is prom. Yes, prom, that I'm not going to to! You'd be amazed at how many people went 'YOU'RE NOT GOING?!'. To which it's like...I dunno.
I don't like dancing - in other words, grinding. I don't like to "dance" for hours upon hours on end. Bor-ing. Plus, I wouldn't have a date, which is a bit of an awkward thing no matter how many people [mostly folks that are dating] say you don't need one/it's more fun to go alone.
You ever wonder what in the heck you do wrong?
Sorry sorry, this is turning emo and angsty, which I hate doing and/or dumping on you folks. But really...what on Earth am I doing wrong in the fact that I've never had a boyfriend? That I've never won a contest? That I just can't get any better at things? I'm going on seventeen years of a mediocre and lonely existence. Ouch.
Gah I'm starting to cry. Hang on.
I'm not really liking this time. Everyferakin'one is talking about prom - what they're wearing, who they're sitting with, how they're getting there, photos, post-prom, and random parties the following day. And as I sit there - the person who, ironically, designed the prom ticket - I just remain silent and try to look like I'm in a good mood while on the inside, I really just want to rip out their throats and have them shut up about this Goddamn dance.
*huff huff*
...
Buh.
