I am terrified of all things, frightened of the dark

Today was the first snow of the year!

And I just realized that it's only been 18 days since the New Year.

And I'm still fat.

Damn, this is disappointing.

Right, so I've been having fun and keeping very busy. Or just jacking off. Rehearsals started for "The Pajama Game" (in the ensemble, I am). The songs are so much fun, even if I sing the worst.

Tomorrow night is a Chami-dance. W00t w00t. I really, really want to meet Chris Mellow. Seriously, haven't I been meaning to meet him since a very long time ago? Ever since Patrick first uttered his complacent name? (I used "complacent" randomly; I'm not quite sure what it means.)

The night after that (Saturday night) is a Nine Days concert that Patrick isn't coming to!!! What? Yeah, it's messed up. But I'm missing Jess's party for it and I really hope she isn't fuming inwardly. So far, I think just Mike, me, and Nick are going. I'm desperately trying to convince Nick that Jack (his little brother) should also come, but to no avail.

And then SUNDAY, I want to go dress-shopping for Chloe's Sweet Sixteen. Yeah, Chloe! My brother was supposed to RSVP, but I'm not sure if he did, so I'm not sure if she's expecting us. But WE'RE COMING, Chloe, WE'RE COMING. I also have to buy a gift for her; I'm thinking a pretty, delicate bracelet or necklace. Chloe has such a good voice.

I have many, many projects to do, the most prominent of which is my Spanish "Good Morning Long Island" video project. The script is due tomorrow. Which we found out... two days ago? Yesterday? Anyway, our script is NOT DONE. It's me, Henry, Matt, and Alicia. It should be really funny. We're news talk show people. Alicia is this bright-ass, cheery anchor who keeps her plastic smile throughout all the bad news. Henry is falling asleep, looking disheveled and cute, as he stumbles through the entertainment news. I'm a tomboy-ish, gross, nose-picking, butt-scratching, icky-icky sports newscaster. Matt's filming, and I think he's going to be the weather man.

But, when it comes to actually getting it done, we're fucked.

We also have to make a video for English (what?) about a scene from The Odyssey. We want it to be Nick, John, Henry, and I. We're going to write our own scene where we land on an island of midgets so Jack can be it. Because Jack HAS to be in it. I wish I saw Jack's adorable face every minute of every hour of every day.

Testing week is coming up. Shit on rye bread. Math Regents, Ghist midterm, Esci midterm. This is bad. I'm screwed, really truly.

Nick and I are finding a new boyfriend for Hayden. We don't like the one she has. He's not hot, he's shy, he doesn't ravish her... I mean, the list goes on and on. We either want her to date Nik Helmick or Alex Luzysnki (who's a grade above her). Neither are exactly hot, but they're adorable in a puppy-dog kind of way. If those don't work out, we're importing a guy from England or Ireland. This is only until high school, mind you. When she's in high school, she is SO with Andrew.

We're making a podcast/fake radio station for English. It's weird. Me and Nick want to be coanchors (or co-anchors). We're all reading parts of our stories. I really hope Harri likes mine.

Speaking of Harri, I had detention with him today, but I also had GSA pictures and I had to go get a library card so I can go to the Chami-dance. He told me to sit in the back and raise my hand when I learned my lesson. I contemplated for a moment and raised my hand. He came to me, and I said oh-so-elegantly, "I've realized how hurtful and immature trashing others is (I got detention for calling Nick dumb) and I've recognized Nick's beautiful soul for what it is." He laughed at me and let me go. Score.

I am so damn good at excuses and giving thanks and all of these tricky-icky word-of-mouth things. Like when Wilson was pissed at Kyle and I for fooling around with the UPS thing and I'm all, "Mr. Wilson, I completely understand where you're coming from. It'll never happen again. I understand." I completely and indefinitely win.

I got my working card! Which means I can get a job at PETCO, which means I get 50% off (I think), which means I'll have more of a case, which means Mom might let me get two ferrets!

Which I really, really want.

I also really want Steven's room, so I'll have the space for a nice big cage for my ferrets (I will, of course, also ferret-proof my room, so they can run around). Mom's made the deal with Steven that if he switches into my room, she'll never bug him about the state of his room again. Which she does every day. Literally. It's so annoying to me; it must be even more annoying to him.

Today, my dearest big brother slammed me into the lockers.

Corinne and Jess were both out today. Jess needs surgery on her knee for that weird calcium ting. Corinne... I've been trying to call. I want her to come to the Chami dance. I have the most fun with guys and Corinne. And sometimes Hayden. But, hey, Hay, don't feel slighted. I still have more fun with you than any other girl (except Corinne). Lovies you.

Ooooh, I'm so excited to talk to all of Patrick's friend again in the safety of the Chaminade caf.

I've also been trying to incorporate the slang word "caf" into average student life. I love that word.

I've also tried to incorporate a teacher's last name to mean their homework. I.e., We have so much Mahoski! What was the Harrison? And so forth. I love that idea.

Ho, hum, there's lots else, but I forget it and/or don't want to type it up. So Bonjour for now. Arrivederci. Aloha. Hola. Ciao. Hej. That was quite the blend of "hello"s and "goodbye"s.

So, until next time, yours,
CC

(God, that sign-off made me feel cool.)

Audititons motherfucker

So today auditions for "The Pajama Game" were held. It kicked ass, even though I didn't. God, I had so much. I sang "Build Me Up Buttercup" by The Foundations and asked everybody to sing backup for me. Abbe and Marge said I had the most fun audition. And Bonnie said I was cute! Good stuff.

Yesterday was Alicia's birthday. And today, I gave her my present, right? And she gives it back! She "doesn't want it." I mean, how rude can you get?

New Year's Eve fucked moms, but in a good way. I spent it with Patrick and Hayden and Gabby and Hannah and my brother and my mom and other people that a) I don't like or b) are Steve's friends, so you might know what group I'm talking about or c) aren't worth mentioning.

No offense, all.

Nick is supposed to sleep over Saturday. Drag. And Dane's birthday is coming up, what day, though, is a mystery. At least to me.

I uploaded some videos onto YouTube, including Nick singing "London Bridge" and Lucas singing "SexyBack." Good times, car on the way to Say Anything concert.

Kyle, Mike, John, Henry, and I kicked Jess, Corinne, Alicia, Dylan, Mike, and Austen's asses today in wolleyball. We pwned them down to Chinatown.

Field trip tomorrow to the planetariu. Wooooh. Not really very excited, now, am I?

I picked out new frames the other day. I'm not sure if they look good on me. They might be dorky. I was debating about those or the total old-school-emo-style thick black frames. I wish the black ones looked good on me, but they don't, so I didn't get them. I really wish I looked good in them. That would rock more than Team Flan.

Tomorrow, Friday the 5th, if you're interested and I actually like you, come to my house from 7pm to 11pm. I want to chill and I want everybody to see "Just Friends" because it is a staple in life.