School. There isn't a better way to end the year. Well, technically it isn't ended. It pretty much is, there's only three days left And they aren't even school days. Tuesday is promotion rehearsal, Wednesday is promotion, Thursday I'm performing and Friday, well, there is no Friday.
Last week everyone cried, drama people cried, dance people cried, my friends cried, I cried! There was so much dust in the air I couldn't help it. I went to an awards ceremony on Wednesday. I didn't now why, I mean I never had straight A's. I didn't win the good grades award or the athletics award or the social studies award or the music award or the choir award or the drama award or even the English award. I really thought I was gonna get that one for sure. Instead I was given one of the last awards, the cornerstone leader award. This was the speech given for it:

Good Evening. My name is Ms. Hendrickson. It is my pleasure to be here tonight to present our Cornerstone award. This award goes to the (big grader) student who excels in academics and promotes our Caring School Climate here at (Littleschool). A student who does well in the classroom, has a positive attitude, is trustworthy, respects others as well as themselves, and is genuinely kind and considerate to classmates and adults alike.

As I began to think about the (Big grader) student who exemplifies all of these qualities, one name kept coming up. This student was a member of our Cornerstone/Leadership class last year. She excelled on all projects and activities in that class. When working in group situations she was a quiet leader, one that others truly looked to for guidance, and she was and still is not afraid to speak her mind. Her positive attitude is contagious and this in turn inspires others to work harder and to be nicer. But the quality that stands out the most when thinking of this student is her exceptional kindness and compassion for others.

She is also a very talented young lady. She's been in many of our choir and drama performances. She is an outstanding writer and she stars in our Last Blast Variety Show every year. She also heads up our GSA club. She tirelessly works towards the idea that everyone should be accepted and made to feel safe and comfortable here at (Littleschool).

As I continued to think about this student, it was obvious that she was deserving of his award. It is my pleasure to present the Cornerstone Award for helping to promote a Caring School Climate to: IzzyB

I almost died in my seat. I almost died as I stood to receive my certificate and present. I almost died when everyone cheered for me. I almost died when I awkwardly kept thanking Ms. Hendrickson (She is such a wonderful lady!!). I almost died as I walked off stage and signed the magical silver book. I almost died when I found a shiny plaque and a beautiful card inside the present bag. I almost died as Maddie B. Smiled at me and congratulated me. And I died at the end of the ceremony when the lights went up and i showed my parents and sister what I got. (Ben didn't come because he didn't want to see me die). I was dying When i hugged Maddie B. I was dying when I mistakenly took Mr. K continuously patting my arms and congratulating me as a hint for a hug. I was just dying in general. That was how overwhelming it was. It was overwhelming and wonderful. I didn't even mind dying. The award just meant so much to me I guess, so much that I died in front of everyone!

Hey, I even almost died that afternoon, at lunch, at the last GSA meeting ever when children kept fishing money out of their pockets just so they could donate it to the club.

This was good dying, this was happy dying.

On the Tuesday before all the big graders went to Great America (A super awesome theme park). My S.S. Teacher, Mr. Mac, saved up a whole bunch of quarters to put into the water canon machine to soak everyone on the raft ride. My friend Cassie we on when the machine wasn't working so we had to go through Snoopy's water maze to get soaked instead. It took three hours for our feet and butts to stop leaving wet marks whenever we walked or sat down.

We met up with three of our guy friends and decided to play games to win stuffed animals, I spent the rest of my money on a game which Cassie one and got a Pokemon toy. But Gabe, Nathan, and Aiden really wanted me to win so the offered to pay for the next game and me and Cassie both won stuffed animals. She got a brown teddy bear and I got a white teddy bear. They were small toys that you got from playing once but they still count. Cassie said that since I payed for the game which got her her Pokemon she gave me her brown bear. We decided to play the game again and I got a gigantic Pokemon. (I was in that awkward stage of almost dying again because I didn't know how to receive their kindness towards me. I just kept thanking them and hugging them)

I gave the white bear to Zoe and I told her to give the brown bear to Jane (from the Jane and marcus story). Zoe said that jane called him Pablo, that made me happy! It turns out that Jane is going to be in Big school's advanced drama next year, funny thing is that so am I. I auditioned on Thursday with the first paragraph from A tell-tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe and on Saturday I got a cheerful call that I made it in! YIPPEE!! It must be fate!

The Promotion Dance was on Friday night. I got all gussied up for it, I straightened my hair and wore a pretty dress and sandals and everything. I danced and ate strawberries and grapes and six minnie Pizzas and drank water and danced with my buddies. (Teehee, I even slow danced with a guy). Rumor had it that they were going to play What's going on by the 4 non blondes which was a classic in Mr. Mac's social Studies class. It was featured in the HeMan sings video he showed on a Monday. Quite humorous indeed. And all his students were going to do the weird twitchy arm dance to it. It was never played, we never danced, and everyone was upset. Well, just for Mr. Mac, a few of his 1st period students (including me) and one of his 6th period students did a civil war picture just for him!

Afterwards I rushed to my Friend Kc's birthday party/Sleepover. Only two kids slept over (including me). It was fun, we watched the Justin Bieber movie which was, uh, interesting. And we talked to Cleverbot and tried to make him say inappropriate things. That was surprisingly hard to do.

Today, my family (minus Ben because he was fighting Dragons) Went on a really cool hike. My dad took me farther than my mom and sister. We went all the way up to maisy's peek and saw all of Silicon Valley, even across the bay to Oakland. It was soooo massive! I felt like this was my Izania, that it was my kingdom. On our way back down the trail to our car, my family sang this song:

The wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round

Round and round

The wheels on the bus go round and round

All through the town

The wipers on the bus go Swish, swish, swish

Swish, swish, swish

Swish, swish, swish

The wiper on the bus go Swish, swish, swish

All through the town

The Driver on the bus says "Move on back,

Move on back, move one back"

The driver on the bus says, "Move on back"

All through the town

The babies on the bus go waaah, waah, waaah

Waaah, waaah, waaah

Waaah, waaah, waaah

The babies on the bus go waaah, waah, waah

All through the town.

The mommies on the bus go shh, shh, shh

shh, shh, shh

shh, shh, shh

The mommies on the bus go shh, shh, shh

All through the town

The Daddies on the bus say, "Eat a cookie,

Eat a cookie, eat a cookie"

The daddies on the bus say, "Eat a cookie,"

All through the town

The Child on the bus says, "DON'T touch me!

DON'T touch me, DON'T touch me!"

The child on the bus says, "DON'T touch me!"

All through the town.

The Blackberry dude says, "Missed my stop!,

Missed my stop, missed my stop!"

The Blackberry dude says, "Missed my stop!"

All through the town

The Teen on the bus goes text, text, text

Text, text, text

Text, text, text

The teen on the bus goes text, text, text

All through the town

The Mime on the bus goes ..., ..., ...

..., ..., ...,

..., ..., ...

The Mime on the bus goes ..., ..., ...,

All through the town

The dudes on the bus Say, "Hey, What's up!"

"Hey, what's up! Hey what's up!"

The Dudes on the bus say, "Hey what's up!"

All through the town

The chicks on the bus say, "Ooh, he's hot!"

"Ooh, he's hot! Ooh, he's hot"

The Chicks on the bus say, "Ooh, he's hot!"

All through the town

The Blackberry dude says, "Why thank you!

Why thank you! Why thank you!"

The Blackberry dude says, "Why thank you!"

All through the town

The Chicks on the bus say, "Ew, not you!"

"Ew, not you! Ew, not you!"

The Chicks on the bus say, "Ew, not you!"

All through the town

The Grandma on the bus says, "Hey there sonny,"

"Hey there sonny, hey there sonny,"

The Grandma on the bus says, "Hey there sonny,"

All through the town

The Grandpa on the bus says, "Where my teef?"

"Where my teef? where my teef?"

The grandpa on the bus says, "Where my teef?"

All through the town

The child on the bus says, "That's no cookie!"

"That's no cookie! That's no cookie!"

The child on the bus says, "That's no cookie!"

All through the town

The dog on the bus goes Bark, bark, bark

Bark, bark, bark

Bark, bark, bark

The dog on the bus goes Bark, bark, bark

all through the town

The driver on the bus says, "No dogs allowed"

"No dogs allowed, no dogs allowed"

The driver on the bus says, "No dogs allowed"

All through the town

The wheels on the bus then pop and flatten and everyone must exit the bus

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Foobar

Behold, my father's computer term which I just learned when he accidentally posted it as the title for this post while testing something or other.

I hear your whispers, they sing in my mind

They wake me in the night, but you are gone

Your presence is a comfort not sure why

All that is left is a ghost of someone

Beneath the covers I tremble in fear

Dark visions of you flash under my lids

My body goes still when I feel you near

I live for your touch, I starve for your kiss

My heart makes me quake for it beats so fast

I love you, hate you, need you so badly

Uncover the face hidden by a mask

Reveal the love I'm falling for madly

I am afraid nothing is as it seems

Being haunted by you inside my dreams

I apologize for the big delay, I've been meaning to post something for a while now, I just, well, didn't. It is times like these when I wish I had my own laptop, so I could post at night when I'm in my bed. That's usually when I think the most. So the picture of the day is a girl lying in some bright green grass with the sun shining on her face, her hair open like a fan.

This week has been, er, magical. Well, at least it feels that way. Though I am a bit unhinged, I've never been so booked before. There was so much going on all I wanted to do was complain, curl up with my computer, and watch Assassins Creed commentary videos. A bit pathetic, but still. It was actually quite funny because everything seemed to fall magically into place.

Did I mention that I was going to try out for the school's last day of school variety show? It was on the tenth and I sang "Mother knows best" from tangled with my buddy Cassie as my Repunzel. We practiced in front of Mr. RVW before the tryouts. He says I'm very talented. Did you know that he's vegan? Neither did I.

I must say that Tuesday was the most stressful of all, my girls were performing that morning, I had the variety show tryouts, and my band concert. There was also a rumor going around that the High school Drama auditions were being held that day as well. Thank my toenails that was false, and I went straight up to the boy who started it and put my friend Trinity through so much stress, and I shook up his room-temperature soda. Yeah, I'm not afraid to go there. The real auditions are on the 26th of this month.

Now you guys are probably confused about what I meant by my girls performing. Did I tell you about bringing in scenes for Drama? Well, mine wasn't chosen for the little kiddies to perform, but out of the few there were, I had to direct one. And I did, right into the ground. Golly, I never want to direct a scene again!! No one was cooperating right, I was being called mean, the girls were talking back, and on the day they were supposed to perform we weren't ready at all. One girl was in crutches, the rest were still uncomfortable with their lines, but one of my gals was missing that day so it was postponed to the next (aren't they lucky). I couldn't be there because I had to get a physical that morning, four shots and they made me pee in a cup :( . Well my little chickies didn't do too good and my teacher still has to yell at me for it.

In other news, I finally made plans to have a sleepover with my friend KC. I couldn't do it before because I was always so busy. It was last night at my house after Dragon boat practice which gave me a cold, an oboe lesson that had to be rescheduled to this morning, and rollerskating where I talked about my latest obsessive future plans with Lilly and failed at skating backwards. We were going to watch a ton of movies but I was about to crash so we could only fit in tangled (I've almost memorized all the songs, just got the rest of the duet and Healing Incantation to learn). I've always been a little awkward about having school friends over at my house. I like my home life and school life to be separate, know what I mean? Is that strange?

Mr. K kept scolding me on Tuesday night during the band concert because little sixth and seventh graders were talking to me and I was sort of, maybe responding to them in a conversational manner. I always find it frightening when he gets mad at someone, because he talks so casually when he is yelling at you. It might not sound like yelling, but trust me, it is.

We're swimming in school, just thought you should know. I forgot to bring spare under garments one day, it was emancipating.

On Friday I went to Great America and got a terrible sunburn. AND OMG!! I must tell you about the amazing musical I saw that night. Razia's Shadow A musical performed by my sis's big school was SHAMAZING. It was all singing and beautiful dancing and dramatic love tragedies and oh my goodness I just wanted to die in the sea of graceful girlies and boys in guyliner.

And as I was gazing up at who I thought were the two most beautiful people in the performance (I need cool code-names for them, er, Jane and Marcus) I had a spontaneous fantasy. Jane and I would fall in love and we would want to have a baby so we would use Marcus's donation (of course he would never know about it). We would have a son named Magnus and later in the future Jane, Marcus, and i would run The Funhouse, an Inn which houses the most exciting and freaky and beautiful people in the world. But one dreadful night Jane would creep into Marcus's room, waking him with her soft sobs! She would be so overwhelmed by keeping the secret of Magnus's true father father from him that she couldn't help but tell him the truth and then Marcus would get so angry since I had kept it from him that the next morning we would have a huge fight in the kitchen and we'd break plates and everything! TaDa! Then it would be like that one movie, er, Vicky Christina Barcelona? Is that what it was called?

Squiggly lines have appeared all over my skin, some are red and rashy, others are dry and white. I think the chlorine from the swimming pool is having a bad effect on me.

According to the doctor I have eczema, which I guess is a scientific word for really dray and itchy skin. Like dandruff I guess. It doesn't make me feel too comfortable. Makes me feel special though, which I always enjoy.

I am so glad that I write down all the topics I'm gonna cover, makes my job a lot easier.

And since we're whipping through this so well, how about them Sharks, those of you from San Jose? No, they stink and they should lose a whole lot so I can graduate Little School in the God Damned Pavilion!!! Smart people only graduate little school once and I'd rather not do it in the gym, because you can't drink freaking Italian cream soda in a freaking gym!

Isn't it strange how our teardrops aren't blue?

That not everyone turns the same shade of pink.

Our skin cannot be as white as our bones.

It makes me wonder, it makes me think.

If someone is dark, are their hearts truly black?

When in love does it turn a lavender shade?

When one wears white slippers, is she graceful?

When she dances, is the same magic made?

Though it may look it, hair can't be gold

And a depressed woman's wold isn't grey

She will smile and embrace her own white light

For it will all become clear someday

We had to write a color poem for language arts, that was mine. We also had to write a graduation speech and a few lucky students might get picked to compete to see who will read their's at promotion. Well, in second period while Trinity and I were engulfed in The Outsiders, my teacher called us out into the hall and told us that ours had been picked to compete. I seriously was surprised, I mean mine was extremely short and not exactly professional reading material.

I have become very frightened when I think at night. Sometimes I feel as though my thoughts aren't safe. As if someone is watching my mind. This paranoia has come to the point where not a day goes by that I don't suspect someone.

Well thank you for joining me for this sudden burst of inspiration to post something, I know I probably confused you by going through a bunch of random topics all at once. I might not be able to shower tonight, you should be feeling rather special right now because you just took up my shower time. "Yes Doctor, I concur." Until next time my little spiders :-*