Disregard that last post. Of course it was said out of anger. Im a teenager...what do you want from me? Whats with this Drake character? Yes i mean Jimmy (The black guy who got shot by the nerd on Degrassi) Im still mad about that? You dont run straight! You atleast run zig zag or you fall on the floor and roll until they run out of bullets. I want to watch something where the black guy doesnt get shot from running straight ie. Boys in the hood and Degrassi. Anywho back onto Drake. He wants to rap? Rap. Its not like hes doing that great of a job anyway. He spent too much time in that Degrassi wheel chair and now his legs are fucked up. Maybe he shouldve stayed Jimmy. Thats just my opinion.

Hospitals...say what?

Hey party peoples. Update for the day: i've decided to volunteer at a hospital. i didnt apply yet but the applications for the yearly volunteer are going to be posted at bleh bleh hospital next week so im excited. im just wondering how im going to be able to juggle school, the play, my sport team, and sat prep. i guess i have a lot of things to do for a couple of months. Oh yeah and i give thanks to Posh for helping realize that i should volunteer. THANKS! oh and those girls sound like bitches. Put them in their place.

Home Sweet Home.

Long time no speak?

I just arrived home from my aunt's house. I had a lot of fun, but I must say that it's nice to be back home. After all, as they say, "home is where the heart is".

Because this past vacation was more of a "chill and finish a book or two" vacation, I don't really have much to blog about. I guess I could begin to tell you about my day, after returning home.

I went to dance approximately an hour after I arrived home. It was a dreary, rainy day so it was tiring doing ballet barre work and adagio combinations. Because summer classes are open classes (for all levels), there are a few 12 and 13 year olds who have yet to reach the pinnacle of their puberty and, therefore, haven't matured much from a 6 year old (no offense to current 12 and 13 year olds, this is just a reference to the girls in my class at the moment). They snicker and sneer at young beginner ballet dancers (6 and 7 year olds) who have not really had much ballet training. It's pathetic that they play "Miss Popularity" of the ballet class when they're not exactly prima ballerinas. Far from it, actually, they've been taking ballet for about a year. I had yet to encounter insecure, immature girls as the girls mentioned until now. Many of the nicer girls are around 7th and 8th graders and act like they're in high school (because of their maturity level). They even look like they're in high school. I actually look like I'm the youngest of the group.

Anyway, they even snickered and whispered about me because I was facing the opposite way from them on the bar. I would think that girls taking a year of ballet would, if anything, know that you begin the exercise with your left hand on the barre. After several snickers, I decided to politely say, "You begin all barre combinations with your left hand on the barre."

One of them sarcastically replies, "Oh, really? Look, [enter sidekick's name here], looks like we're supposed to face the barre with the left hand." They giggled.

The instructor returns to the studio and goes, "Oh, and ladies at the side bar? I see that there's a bit of confusion. You begin with your left hand on the barre."

And there was that beautiful look of humiliation that every pacifist-revenge-seeker loves.

Unfortunately, they decided that they were still top notch. They continued to giggle at simple mistakes other students made. Then they took it to the next level.

As I was watching a friend of mine practice her fouette turn (quite nicely, if I may add), I began to say "How did you do that?" because my fouette turns are nowhere near as clear and developed as hers.

I hear from the back of the studio, "How did you do that?", followed by giggles.

Who was it? Well, none other than the 'star prima ballerinas' of course.

Two can play at that came. xD

After one of them blurted out their obnoxious laugh, me, being pretty good at impersonations, decided to mock her laugh. It was a pretty darn good impersonation. My friend abruptly stopped her fouettes and began to laugh.

"Who said that?" one of them whispered.

I smiled and continued practicing my turns. That was the end of their jeers. For today.

Unfortunately I take class with them on Thursday as well. We'll see what happens.

I know you're not supposed to stoop to the opposer's level, but it's just so fun!

The rest of my day consisted of eating popcorn, eating apples with peanut butter, and researching some eyeglass stores in my area. I have my eye on a particular pair. :)

After finding a website that sold this particular pair (I actually was just looking for a picture of it and stumbled across the website), I found out that it was a SCAM website that takes your money and that few buyers have a pleasant transaction with this website. The stories I heard about the man that runs this "company" and his disgusting scams was heartbreaking (especially knowing that it's hard for many in this economy, hence the reason they are looking for discounted designer glasses. Who said you can't be a frugal fashionista?).

Check out this website to learn more about it. Read it thoroughly if you're thinking about purchasing from this buyer. Google any unknown online retailer that you are planning on buying from (search: [enterwebsite name here] scam, legit, valid, real, fake, fraud trust, etc) to make sure that they are a legitimate company that will not steal your money and provide you with what they promised.

I'm off to watch some MSNBC politcs since my mother just started yelling because of something a politician said. This should be quite interesting. :)

what the...? - Riley.

Yesterday, July 11, 2009, was one of the craziest days of my life. Yesterday was the dinner of my best friend...Blue. My and my other best friend America were going to go together to get to the hibachi place. Mid train ride we both realize that we forgot the card for Blue and the GIFT! Is that fucked up or what? so we hop off the train we both run back home because thank god we live close to each other. Then we have to run back out to get back on the bus to get BACK ON THE TRAIN to get on another train to get to the hibachi resturant. The reservation was at 6...guess what time we arrived there. YES THATS RIGHT....7 O' FUCKING O' CLOCK! The night went well though. We met people from her school. She goes to a different school. Public. America and I vowed to take that disaster of an afternoon to our grave. On top of yesterday my mother is not going to get me the Blackberry that i have been waiting weeks for. "I dont have the money" Bullshit. We arent poor. I know it may be percieved that way but we are pretty...good. Middle class kind of thing. My dad bought my sister her own car if that helps. Whatever. So yeah this is my weekend. Joy.

Hecticity

Today was probably the most hectic day of the summer (not that I've had any particularly chaotic days this summer).

So here's a brief overview:

(previous day) 6pm - Friend comes over and we buy practically the entire supermarket

(previous day) 9pm - Friend and I watch the Sixth Sense (surprised that it wasn't as scary as I expected)

12am - Friend goes home

1am - I watch "Living with Michael Jackson" (truly inspiring documentary)

4am - I decide to get ready for bed (NOTE: I was currently getting ready for bed, this includes hygiene, cleaning dinner mess, packing diswasher, feeding the cat, cleaning the mess my friend and I created etc...)

4:30am - I go to bed

5am - I fall asleep

8am - Wake up to meet Friend (yes, the friend previously mentioned)

11am - Leave to go to a "special gathering" (with CELEBRITIES - AH!)

12pm - Friend gets confused with directions and we get lost in a place that wasn't exactly near home...

1pm - Friend and I are still trying to figure out how to get where we were going. I get into a nasty argument with my beloved mummy.

3pm - We finally get to our destination (we were supposed to be there at 12), we step in feces that some ignoramus decided to considerately leave for the world to see. It wasn't canine either. :X

5pm - We leave for home, I'm scared half to death to go home (mother usually takes these arguments quite seriously)

6pm - I get home; mum's not here; I begin to think that her anger coerced her into abandoning her only child

6:30pm - I call mum, she's at Target, doesn't even remember what happened, I go to meet her at Target

8pm - We get home, I'm ecstatic that I found an awesome summer skirt in Target for FOUR DOLLARS.

(see below)

Point of this unnecessary and overly-explained chronological overview: I went to bed late, woke up early, and kept going, going, going for the rest of the day (it also amazes me that I decide to post on a day when I'm exhausted instead of , like yesterday, when I was sitting around on the couch doing pretty much nothing - might be because I'm delirious and don't really care what I am or am not writing).

Anyway, you probably don't care, I know, and that's quite alright - I wouldn't care either. Honestly, it's nice to be comfy and cozy in your home or whatever surroundings that helps you find peace and think back on the past day. If it was stressful and hectic (like mine), you're glad that it's over and it gives you a feeling a tranquility when you realize that it's all over. If it was pleasant (unlike mine), it makes you feel content and gives you hope for the next day's "bringings". See, I can be optimistic. :)

On a lighter note, I did find out that, contrary to the unappealing direction of my summer, I will be doing something productive soon (well, for me anyway (; ).

Next week, I'll be heading off to my aunt's house for a few days. I know it doesn't sound like such a "sweet escape", but because my aunt and I live in completely different areas, it's so refreshing to be in a different environment, something that you haven't seen every day of your life and know like the back of your hand.

The next week I'll be going to California, and after that Virginia. :)

Sounds awesome right? It is, but there are some cons of these trips:

1) I'm not going to complete any summer homework. With five books and reports (four due on August 25th), 6 AP Art pieces and 48 AP Art/Mixed Media photographs to complete, I should've started the day school went out.

But why would anyone want to do that?

After realizing that you passed (or did not pass) your tests and classes, why in God's holy name would you want to do more work? Just one of those unsolved mysteries I guess.

2) I'll miss my mumsie and kitty kat at home.

and

3) I'll have to leave Wally (my kitty) at home to get babysat by a nice old woman that lives next door (I won't lie, I do get a little skeptical because old women are prone to having shorter memories... :( )

Well, I'm off to watch CSI and listen to my cat cower in the corner from fear of the thunder. Poor kitty.

Good night my fellow bloggers.

My regular summer day.

Image via Wikipedia

Me, being the book worm that i am, made my mother pay nearly 100 dollars for five books. These books were purchased yesterday (July 8th, 2009). The first book that was purchased was Being Nikki by Meg Cabot and it was amazing. Being Nikki is the sequal to Airhead. I highly recommend that you try reading those.

Next on the personal book club list is...well the picture to the right. Yes, The Pact. I'm only in the middle of the book right now but let me tell you. Its fucking amazing. (Just so you know I will curse frequently.) I'm the type of person that really gets into a book. I mean i still have a social life. My life does not revolve around books but its nice to get into someone else's head every once and a while. Well im going to go read now. I'll tell you how it is when im finished. It's most likely that ill be done tomorrow. Later.

Riley.

Jolly Ranchers...a nice treat or a nasty enemy. In Posh's case they are a nasty enemy. Just look at that incredibly long post. School? SCHOOL? It's summer. I think that its right to bitch about school when it is in session. Dont you think?

Image by -Meesho- via Flickr

Ah summer time. What a drag. Granted there is no school which is wickedly awesome but all i do is lay around and rot and maybe read books. Isnt that sad?

Spongebob Squarepants via last.fm

Watching Spongebob all day? No that is what i call productive!