So I got back from Warped Tour. OMG I had so much fun, whoever knew that inhaling secondhand pot and being shoved around by idiots could be such a blast?

I was determined the entire day to find a band I like and a t-shirt worthy of my closet. XD So, I was bitching to my friends while A. was having her CD signed by The Pink Spiders, and I start tapping my foot and singing along with a performance nearby. I was surprised, since I thought I didn't know any of the bands there. So we go over and listen to the group, which happens to be HELLOGOODBYE. I begin to pogo and get my friends to do it. It was great, I was totally into it since I was so sick of the anorexic scrEMO bands.

And I got a HELLOGOODBYE t-shirt with a winged snail saying "I believe in hellogoodbye". I was in love.

And we were hanging out at the Adelyn tent and someone came up to us and asked if we were with the band. And I said "We're friends of the sister of a roadie of the band." I got a look and they stood for 5 minutes taking pictures of us for some reason. It was weird.

Since I've been on summer vacation for all of FIVE days, and not obligated to drag my ass out of bed to do swim team, I've realized I have a lot of free time.

Enough free time, in fact, that I've re-read all the fanfics I wrote in a far away time I'd like to call 8th grade. And let me tell you, they all scream "MARY SUE!!!" Its amazing how annoyingly sweet and innocent my Mary Sues were, I just want to delete my account on fanfiction.net and go "The_Girl_With_No_Identity? Obviously I don't know who she was, she had no identity!" But sadly, all my favorite authors are doing likewise things with their accounts and I just want to beat them for robbing me of the stories that I liked to occupy my time with. So I've decided not to delete my account, and I hope NO ONE ever reads my fics ever again... ever. So there.

Okay, I've been out of school for approx. 4 hours and I already miss it. I'm even tempted to start my summer assignments, something most people my age would avoid like the plague just after school let out.

And I have ABSOLUTELY nothing to do this summer. Fuck this sucks.

So, tomorrow's my last day as a Freshman... No more being blamed for everything wrong with the school, no more being shoved into lockers as I try to get from class to class, no more lame Freshmen jokes from the Principal, and no more Geometry...

Why do I feel like crap?

I feel the overwhelming urge to hang myself from my ceiling fan with a scarf, somewhat poetic in type. I must be PMSing or something, because everything just sucks. And I have a horrible cold, colds always seem to make me suicidal, should talk to the doctor 'bout that...

Doctor: Everything looks good Slips, except your face.
Slips: Very funny sir, I have a question though.
Doctor: Yeah?
Slips: Are you supposed to fell like jumping of a bridge when you have a cold?
Doctor: ... 0.o
Slips: Right, I'll call Carlos.

So, referring to my last post, I totally flunked the Cambridge Exams. This summer I'm going to Britain and bombing the university because they make unfair tests. Especially if you have to describe auxins in 6 marks. I only learned a freaking sentence about it, and they're only explained passively in the textbook! So what if I'm American, that doesn't mean the British must take out their revenge of the Revolution on me.

(ASIDE: I hate Gaia raters, so sorry that I don't have a innate sense of design like you people do. But 2/10? That's harsh. Note to Self: Avoid Avatar Talk forum for the rest of eternity.)

I realize I have an obsession problem, including the fact that I focus on my characters for plot-lines that I'll never write. But does R. really have to rub it in my face? She's the one who wanted an explanation of the writing sample that I sent her. I have nothing else to focus on, since I'm constantly paranoid of making an ass of myself. Which I do anyway. I need an alternative to my pathetic life, a hole I dig deeper everyday.

But on the bright side, I think I've finally gotten over C. He was the object of obsession for awhile, and I would blush like crazy whenever he talked to me. But he came over to my lunch table yesterday to insult my friends for playing Dungeons and Dragons, and absolutely no fluttering in the chest and urge to squeel. But maybe the fact he was insulting my friends was what put me off, I used to think he was nice, but I just he is a jerk after-all. I'm just glad I didn't tell that many people I liked him.

Cambridge Exams are here and are looking for blood. Cowering under the covers doesn't work as well as it did when I was four, and the same goes for crying. My Biology teacher is holding the door to my padded cell open with her passingly comments such as, "oh yeah, don't forget to review chapter 13, we didn't learn that in class" and "its only a 4 page essay that covers a very specific topic that you need to write in 45 minutes".

And the B-Lunch Crew isn't helping much either.

K: I'm gonna flunk.
A: Ditto.
J: No you guys aren't! You get great grades in Bio!
K: *hands study guide over to J*
J: You're gonna flunk.

Hello? Is this Saint Mary's Mental Asylum? Yes, I would like to reserve a room for one please. Yes, escort service is necessary, and remind Carlos to bring the tranquilizers.

Okay, I haven't seen a REALLY good movie in a really long time. The last one I saw that truly had me jumping out of my chair screaming in delight was Pirates of the Caribbean. But now, move over drunken Johnny Depp, because V FOR VENDETTA ROCKS!!!

This movie was the perfect twist of plot, action, politics and awesome characters. I mean, how many movies do you see where the protagonist doesn't sleep with the totally flat-chested-but-hot girl but is still loves her anyway? And Gordon, oh my God! My favorite minor character of the moment.

I was extremely thrilled with the fact that there were no loose ends in the ending. (Except for V's identity, but that's understandable) I mean, where he got his name, where the roses came from, America's total lose of power.

If I could I would have stood on my seat and cried "YEAH!!!" Alas, I did not, for gawky 14 year-old girls wearing "Junior Death Eater" hoodies do not instill a sense of enthusiasm in today's society... or the movie theater management. But I did talk off my dad's ear the entire way home, earning me a full-on death glare in the rear-view mirror.

I don't care though, because I'm pumped. And I won't be able to sleep for a week after such a phenomenal movie.

Okay, so when I first created my two characters, they were supposed to be the equivalent of a one night stand. Svyla started off as a bland, indifferent girl who was abused as a child. Arlen was a boy fell in love with the bland girl. All in a boring boarding school.

So, after 2 hours of sleep and absolute boredom, they evolved into my two new plot dollies. Syvla became an albino girl from the slums who inherited an endowment (aka power) from her grandmother which is to control weather. So now she must attend a school called Oz (many puns to follow) in an alternate realm.

Arlen became a rich twit who is a masce fatale (aka male temptress) who can control people with the snap of his fingers. He turns out to be very ignorant about his endowment and doesn't know half of the consequences of it, including the fact he will find his mate at first sight.

You can probably connect the dots. >

Overall, I'd like to say...

WOOT!!!

Finally set up my LJ after many months of procrastinating, so a sense of accomplishment on my part. I will probably work out the kinks as I go along, until then, *dorky grin*.