Acquaintances

This is an excerpt from my other blog, my private blog, so you should be feeling pretty special right now that I'm willing to share these DEEP feelings with you.

"I used to be her twin
Her other half
Her secret keeper
The one she turned to
for help

We used to laugh together
all the time
Go home with sad faces
Until the next day
when we'd be together again

Walking around the track
I used to listen
and lend a helping hand
into her problems

I used to enjoy every day
just because I knew
My loyal friend
would be there for me

We knew each other
inside and out
And I thought
we would always be friends

It wasn't to be
We had to leave each other
And go our separate ways
And I still ask myself why

Was it something I did
I often ask myself
and then I know
that we are no longer friends

Just insignificant acquaintances
Is what we pretend to be
But I hope, and pray,
That someday
we will be together again

Just like old summer days"

Funloving Montage

Bohemian Rhapsody = the theme music for my friends and I. I'm not kidding. Every time we here the beginning line, "Is this the real life...?" we're hooked like a fish biting on an exceptionally juicy worm. What is this power that this song posses? We don't know...all that we know is that we are helpless to the phenomenal authority this song wields.

That is the song that yesterday ended on. Amanda (Adriana's sister) decided to give us (Adriana, Kenz, and myself) a ride home. Once in the car we were already blasting Mama Mia, singing (Kenz and I uncertainly) to the song and making amazing fools of ourselves as we exited the parking lot of Cottonwood High School. It was then that Amanda and I decided that we were hungry, and where else do we go but the legendary Woody's?

Walking in you immediately take in the aroma of ice cream and hamburgers, the old 50s-70s music playing from the brightly colored jukebox in the corner. If that's not paradise, I don't know what is. Of course we all order the same thing: The Student Special with Curly Fries for $3.50. We picked a booth and immediately started talking about anything and everything, laughing and enjoying ourselves while we waited for our food.

Stuffing our faces, we continued to talk, me mostly about stupid things as Adriana and Kenz explained my "What if..." questions to Amanda, and how they were usually about monkey's swinging from tree to tree in our neighborhood or as we ride home on the bus. Little did we know that the time was trickling by. Eventually someone has the sense to look at a clock (and not the small Coke one in the restaurant that permanently reads 11:00). Two hours had passed since we entered the restaurant!

Smiling and laughing at each other we decided that it was probably best to get home. Getting into the car we, again, we blasted music and sang at the top of our lungs in which reminded me of a classic movie with a car full of girls in a convertible, hair flying in the air, and doing the exact same thing we were doing. Although...we were cooler because we didn't need the convertible, instead using Amanda's old, lightening stripped car.

Suddenly, the beginning voices of Bohemian Rhapsody start up through the radio. "No Amanda! I can't afford my neck hurting in the morning!" I yell, but it's too late...I'm already caught up in the sounds and voices of the song.



P.S. I've decided that I want a jukebox for my 16th birthday.

Ni hao

This is a note I wrote in my fourth period today. It's not really to anyone in particular, it was just so I would have something to do. Here it is...

What the freaking heck. Okay, so I'm in Chinese but wait! I am not in the Chinese classroom. So where could I be? Rachel Johnson is currently in the stupid AIMES hall in a science classroom sitting on a stool with her knees pressed against a counter and a laptop facing her. What in the world are we doing, you ask? We are researching Mid-Autumn Day (a Chinese holiday) that we are going to create a tri-fold poster presentation on that's not even due for two weeks!~
I do not understand why we are doing it here if we just have to go home and do it anyways. To make things better I have to listen to stupid Chris, (the MOST annoying kid I have EVER encountered) and his less annoying but still retarded friend "Wolf". Yeah...I'm not making this up. I freaking want to punch everyone in this class in the face!
Plus Katrina is here, which isn't a bad thing except for the fact that she NEVER talks. Not even when you are looking and talking directly to her. For example: since we are using AIME computers the Cottonwood students had to ask one of the AIME students to log in for them. After like, twenty minutes of just standing there doing nothing but looking frightened, Katrina gets a computer and then asks me to get someone to log in for her because she "doesn't like talking to people". Seriously!
Ha ha, I'm listening to this guy trying to explain to our teacher that he will be able to do more at home than here. It's a funny conversation.
Yes! We only have ten minutes left of school! Time to go.

So in the note, I lied. When I said ten minutes it was the computer that said we only had ten more minutes. Really we had like twenty which made me really sad when I found out. So for the rest of the class period I sat and read while Zhong loa shi (meaning teacher Zhong - her last name - in Chinese) drilled me on how much information I got. Horrible, horrible, horrible.

P.S. That Chinese character up there is the character meaning, "Endurance," which is exactly what I need for that class right now.

Who's Up In The House? C-WOOD!!!

Rachel is growing up right before your eyes. One day she was the cutest little three year old girl walking around at the Ranch, and now...she's a sophomore at one of the best high school's (excuse me...THE best high school) in the state. COTTONWOOD HIGH SCHOOL!!! Boo-ya!

So my first week was alright, except for I got homework on the first day. Who does that? Honestly? I mean, come ON! So everything was fine until I get to my Chinese class which is full of, let's be honest, unpopular, immature, weirdos! I thought only cool people, like me, were supposed to take Chinese, but NNNOOO, all the really annoying people decided to, and as a cruel joke the school decided to put me in a class of people I just don't have any patience for. I swear...one of these days I'm going to get arrested for punching EVERYONE in that class. Especially this kid named Chris who has long, greasy blond hair that he always wears in a ponytail and laughs like a girl on crack, just to get attention.

Well...I don't hate everyone in the class, that was a lie. You see, there is the gorgeous senior who sits in the back of the class everyday, and we've had some eye contact. Woo! His name is Nick, and I'm still too scared to go back there and sit by him (we don't have assigned seats in that class yet). I mean, seriously, that is not going to happen. He is so cute that I suspect that he would already have a girlfriend. (I was NOT thinking of becoming his girlfriend...at least not until March 3, 2009...)

All of my other classes are fine, and even though AP History is already kicking my butt, and the Physics part of my Algebra II/Physics block class is really confusing, I think I'm all right. I love my B days so even if I have the crappiest day before, I always cheer up immensely the next day. My friends are just going to have to learn to deal with a split personality.