Quite the Compliment

My friend Jay is taking some college course...music theory or something of the like. His recent assignment requires him to take a section from some story and make a musical composition for it. So Jay thought it'd be fun and unique to use one of my stories. He wanted me to write him a little piece, but I only had two days and couldn't come up with something good in that amount of time. I had a few bits and pieces of different stories I've started and I handed him an 8 page chapter of one of my writings. Today after school, I get a call from Jay. He told me that his teacher had read over my story and told him that she had really enjoyed it, wanted to read more, and even thought that I should be published! I just couldn't believe it. I mean, I've gotten compliments and such before, and one of my teachers has read my story and has complimented me greatly, but I don't even know who this lady is who read my story and here she is saying that I should be published. It feels great to have that said of a piece of one of my stories. It's definitely a push to keep on going with my stories and to strive to be published some day.

Dump Truck Dreaming

I've got big dreams. When I was a little girl, I would always look out of my bedroom window on Sunday nights to see the dumptruck stop at the end of our driveway. The two guys hanging onto the back of the truck would hop off, throw our trash in the back, hop back on the truck, and then head off to their next stop. Don't know why, but ever since I was little, I've always wanted to ride on the back of a dumpster as it made its nightly rounds. Just to hang on as it drove down the street, the cool night air whipping by me...it'd be great! Oh yeah, then there's the rank smell of garbage that I'd have to suffer through...but it's only a minute obstacle. I told my good friend Jenell about this and she stated that she's going to see it that my dream comes true. I don't doubt this, she can make almost anything possible.
During the summer while I'm up in Minnesota, I want to have a lot of odd jobs...and I want to work the night shift. I hope to be a published writer someday and I just want to obtain a lot of weird jobs. It'd be good story fodder. I guess I could work for Waste Management INC. I also want to be a Morticians Assistant at some point...what else could I do?...

Wee Break

I know I know....I haven't updated in a wee bit and I am ashamed. I've been avoiding internet for awhile. I don't really have a reason for it, but I haven't really been expecting any important e-mails or anything, so I just had no real reason to get on. Not too much has happened to me lately that I can write about. That one girl still hates me and is still saying mean and annoying things about me...whatever. Valentines Day came and went, though not without a little excitement there. I guess you could say I sort of have a certain special boy in my life, but I won't delve into that. It's nothing big and I'm still young. I don't really feel as though I'm ready to dive into the dating world and take it seriously quite yet. But yeah...not too much has happened. It's Iowa.

Am I THAT hateable?

There's this girl at school named Mandie who does not like me. I know this because she is friends with my friend Jay and has informed him about this. This fact never bothered me though. I'm not too fond of the girl either. She hasn't done anything to me personally, but I just consider her to be a bit of a bitch and she's also quite annoying.
So I'm in my economics class today and she sits about a couple seats in front of me and was talking to Jay. I didn't hear what they were talking about, until I heard Mandie say, "I don't know why , I just don't like anything about her; her hair, face, nose...nothing." I felt that she was talking about me, but I have no proof of this so I kind of forgot about it. Next period, Jay comes up to me and asks,"Did you hear what Mandie said about you in economics?" "Oh." I replied. "She WAS talking about me, eh?" Yeah, somehow my name had gotten brought up in their conversation and Mandie stated that she hated me. Jay questioned her about this, and she couldn't come up with a legitimate reason for hating me. She just hated EVERYTHING about me; my attitude, hair, face, and nose...just everything! Now, I can kind of understand why she might find me UNLIKEABLE because of my attitude. My sense of humour is very mean and a lot of people don't realize it's sarcasm. But, I never say anything to Mandie, never talk to her, and she's never around me to hear me say anything mean. So, it just kind of pisses me off that she says she hates me...especially the fact that she hates EVERYTHING about me. I mean, there are always those people you don't care for, that's just how the world works. But hate??? Hate's a pretty strong thing. Oh well, it doesn't really bother me. Her friendship or any sort of liking of me from her is not a loss. She's just a stupid, fat bitch who will get pregnant from her bf with benefits and she'll go nowhere in life. : )

Glad I Didn't Go Dancing

I went up to the Video Place, where Jay works, to go tanning yesterday and was shocked by what I saw when I got there. "Jesus Jay, what happened to you?" I asked. Jay's left eye was almost swollen all the way shut and was all black and purple. "You get elbowed while dancing?" I asked. For a split second, I thought that maybe Jay had gotten into a fight, but Jay is not that kind of person, so I thought it sensible that maybe he somehow got nailed while dancing. His dad, who was up at the store at that time, yelled out: "He got the shit beat out of him!"
So here's the story. Well to start out, I want to make a point of saying that when you see Jay in his car, it probably would seem that he has money. He has a 2000 Cougar that he recently added $3000 worth of stuff onto, which makes it look "pimped out." (God I hate that phrase.) So Jay, with his two little gf's, went off to Des Moines the other night to the dance club. They had just gotten into the parking lot when this car pulled right up to his car door, preventing Jay from being able to move. Jay rolled down his window and told them to move, to which he received a polite, "Fuck No!" Four guys of color stepped out of the car and one guy proceeded to start punching Jay. Jay could do nothing but take it for his car door wouldn't open and his seat belt was locked in place. Luckily for him though, there were cops right across the street so they were able to come over and stop things before they got really bad. And now, three of the guys are in jail. So, in conclusion, I'm pretty happy that I ended up not going to the club. Heh. I mean, I don't know what I would have done, or not done, if I had been there in the car. I have this fault where when something bad is going to happen or something bad is happening, I tend to just sit back and watch in shocked awe. I want to to think that if I had been there I would have tried to help by at least attempting to block some of the punches. But in all reality, I would have pissed myself.

Dancing Queen

My friends Jay and Whitney, and some other girl went to this dance club in Des Moines last night. I declined the offer to go. Whitney really wanted me to go though and in trying to persuade me to go, she told me that we could try to find some alcohol and then drink before we went. Well, that's because I become a little drunk dancing queen when I've had a few. But still, I declined. Jay, Whitney, and the other girl are what I deem as "serious dancers" and I would just feel as though I'd get in their way if I were to go. Dancing is hard for me. I mean, it is fun and quite enjoyable, but the only times that I can dance are either when I'm a wee bit intoxicated or by myself in my room. There's a certain level of confidence or some sort of "non-caring" attitude that you need to have to be able to dance in front of people. I lack both. Last August, I did take a trip down to the dancing club though. I went with Jay and then my friend Jenell. The thing about Jenell, she's a little different and is always trying to do strange things and she's always pushing me to do these things with her (Like picking up a hitchiker and driving him 200 miles away from where we live and sleeping in her van in a Hy-vee parking lot....I'll explain another time, in another blog entry. If you want.) Jenell had to leave for college soon and wanted some sort of ending to our summer. So, she thought it'd be fun to have Jay take us dancing. I was kind of wary of the idea, just because it did involve dancing. When we got there and first started dancing, it was very ackward. It took me soooo long to get into it, but I finally did and was soon getting my "groove thang" on. Jenell didn't take the dancing seriously at all and her goal for the night was to be the weird girl at the club. I feel she succeeded. Her hair was up in this really high pony tail and every now and then, she'd just start spinning her hair around, whipping people around her with it. (Kind of like Romy in Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion. Did I spell her name right??) I had told Jay before: "Protect me." I made sure he was always with me while I danced for I didn't want any horny high school boys to come rub their itchy groins against me in some sort of fashion that they called: Dancing. Yeah, I was actually kind of disgusted when watching some people dance. These guys would lean back and sway a little as these girls just rubbed themselves against their groin. Other than that, it was kind of fun. Like I said before, I got my "groove" on and was shakin' my ass and moving my hips. My friends complimented me, saying they didn't think I could dance like that. Oh yes...I AM the dancing Queen. But I think from now on I'll stick to just dancing by myself in my bedroom.