War of the women

Well, it is Monday and the last day of January. Goodness, where does the time go? (I'm betting on vegas because that's where you suddenly have all the time in the world) I spent this fine Monday quarreling with AA, who absurdly hasn't moved yet and apparently never will and will follow me too high school and continue being his usual Annoying Anthony self. In other news, I might be getting private oboe lessons from Mr. Oboe Man at San Jose state place-where-my-brother-goes-to-learn-when-he-isn't-at-home-stealing-our-food, my mother has contacted him with an email address that I have retrieved from my music teacher, Mr. K, after the umpteenth try. Mr. K is very funny and always seems so positive, especially when he doesn't want to talk to you or wants you to stop playing the piano in the corner and take your gosh darn seat so we can start. I love him best when he's highly caffeinated, it is always amusing to watch optimistic teachers rapidly teach with double-plus enthusiasm when fueled with caffeine, has anyone ever noticed that?

My week is completely booked, BTW, I had rehearsal this evening and also have it tomorrow and Thursday. I have a piano lesson on Wednesday and the Father Daughter dance on Friday. This is where we come to the problem which I will have to explain with an awfully long story that started last Tuesday. My evening was flooded with homework and I was so exhausted that my Anne Frank reading and response work almost put me too sleep. Please note that when a small child such as I is tired our emotions heighten to such extent that we won't listen to anybody or anything except a hug and some ice cream, no words necessary unless they are "No, you don't have to do all this work, here, have a pony." Sadly, none of these were at hand and I spent the rest of the night crying and working and reading and crying and clinging to mummy and sleeping. Obviously there was no room to study for the test I had the following day and this angered the great godly parents of Izzania. I didn't want to get a bad grade and disappoint them so I decided to look over the requirement sheet for the test. I gaped at the purple piece of paper, I couldn't answer a single practice question on it and soon realized I was doomed to fail. The previous night's sorrow filled my eyes again and I begged mummy and daddy to let me stay home and study so I wouldn't fail the test.

Honestly, now that I look back, it would have been easier to just go to school and take my chances in Mr. Mac's classroom. When missing school on Wednesday I not only missed the easy test and the due date for a grading packet that was worth a little over a hundred points (I will turn that in mumsie, don't fret) but also the Gay Straight Alliance meeting that was usually held on thursdays but apparently not today. I would've missed the mile run too if it hadn't been on thursday, and then I would've been in big trouble.

When I told my parents it was like I shot my mom in the foot. The despair washed over me and I could tell that I disappointed her, that she was starting to believe that I would end up like my brother, irresponsible and untruthful. It was as if I betrayed her, and maybe I did, it was selfish to take Wednesday all for myself yet I did it anyway out of fear (which so happens to be a reason for a great deal of things these days).

I couldn't help but cry, I was so sorry for what I had done. Mother told me not to cry though, she said to take scolding like a strong woman. I didn't feel strong though, I felt small and fragile. I didn't want to upset her anymore so I silently dashed upstairs and sobbed out all my regret. That night was Pioneer night, where all the eighth graders from little school get to see the electives and things at the big school. As we silently drove to the big school I remembered the previous drive to piano lesson that day. How momma had me promise her that I would never ever lie to her, she was close to tears then, as if my promise spared her the worry of another defiant teenager. Goodness, and what I said to her during dinner must have been like a slap to the face, or a shot to the foot as I put it. Karma struck then for as I was exiting the car, fixing my frilly skirt, and checking my earrings, the door slammed on my thumb resulting in another reason to cry. My thumb is now swollen and there is a dark stain under my nail from the dried blood. I couldn't tie my shoes for days, I couldn't even play Jojo on friday or do my Anne Frank journal entries.

While in the big school gym mom asked when I was going to get the Mr. Oboe Man contact information from Mr. K for I hadn't done that yet. "Tomorrow?" She asked. "Next week? Next month?" She was still agitated and her joking came off as cruel.

Friday afternoon on the ride home I told her that I would take the missing test after school next week and that Mr. K had forgotten to give my the contact info. As it turns out, he was expecting me to follow him to the orchestra room where I would get it there but since the orchestra room was like an alien planet to me and Mr. K never turned to see if I followed I was discouraged. Mother thanked me with a sigh of relief, she told me that I did the right thing trying to catch up with my appointments.

Sunday came with a whole new sea of discomfort. We spent the evening eating Zoe's home made coconut cream pie and playing mahjong with the Fungs, dear friends of ours. Rachel Fung is a year younger then I, we go to the same school and she influenced me to do dragon boat. we were all rather hyper and enjoying ourselves when zoe answered one of Rachel's question with her usual response: "Up your butt and around the corner!" Mom pointed out that that was inappropriate, Zoe muttered a pathetic excuse and we continued. Let me point out to you that Rachel and I were on the same team since I hadn't the slightest idea how to play mahjong and she scolded me from time to time when I picked up or moved the wrong piece, I would then respond with an apology or a pathetic excuse of my own. Mom decided to mimic me, she adopted this from Ben since he would do it to make others laugh and make me feel like throwing up at how high and screechy he thought my voice was, she made a very incomprehensible, inhuman sound that i guess was supposed to be me and I stared at her in dismay. Now look who's being inappropriate, I thought. I clearly stated my opinion of this by saying "Up your butt and around the corner." Which, as I found out, wasn't a proper thing to say to an adult. Mother told me she was a grownup and could say such things as she liked and scolded me for being so rude, I was flabbergasted and chose to be nonexistent for the rest of the evening.

Even though we have seemed to have gone far from topic, which was my busy schedule and the problem, let me help out. Busy after school schedule = no after school test taking = no test taking. Period. Mr. mac won't allow me to take it during class because he cares so mush about me that he doesn't want me to miss a single fact or lecture, and suggested I take the test home and work on it there. Hmm, I wonder if he pondered the possibility of cheating, oh well.

Now I must be off and find something shiny to look at. Until next time, my Girlies :-*

I am rather upset with myself this morning for I woke up and realized that I didn't finish all my homework. There wasn't any time. School gets out at 3:51 and I had a piano lesson and I didn't get back home until about 5:45 because of traffic, then I had to get dressed because my sister was in a play that night. We left for her school right after dinner and once we got back from that I started on my language arts homework and didn't finish until like 10:22. By that time I was exhausted and just wanted to sleep, and I did. My hair looks horrible, just thought I'd point that out.

We're reading about Anne frank in language arts, we listen to many of her entries everyday and respond to the ones we pick out. At least eight of them. I responded to eleven last night. Anne and I have a lot in common, I've noticed. We both love to write, we're both thirteen, we both can become impatient with our mothers, and we quarrel then cuddle with our super smart sisters a lot.

I had cheerios for breakfast, they taste so plain.

well, it's time for school, until next time my butterfly kisses :-*

It is the new year and I have decided to hate all boys my age. Especially the ones who start hanging out with one of the crowds and their whole personality changes and they start cussing all the time and acting just like everyone else to seem cool or normal. We got a new student at our school, he's from Sacramento I think, my friends on the hill (thats the place where we eat) adopted him. My friends have a habit of emitting bad words and I don't enjoy it, I only hang with them because my friend Cassie does and I think I may have hurt her feelings yesterday. I don't like hurting people. Anyway, this kid, this new kid, he's like short and has a super deep voice as if he's gone through puberty and his expression never changes, not in his voice not on his face which looks exactly like my buddy Sarah's face. They could be twins except for the fact that she's already a triplet.

I gave New Boy the cold treatment, I didn't like him from the start. I feel that he's stealing my friends from me. He of course thinks I'm frightening and states it aloud, then everyone on the hill thought I was frightening and they all hid behind Cassie. He even told me when I asked that no he doesn't act like he does, and no he doesn't cuss this much. Since I was acting very depressed, she asked me what was wrong. I didn't know what was wrong, I just felt very angry and impatient ever since that stupid emotionless froglet started hanging out with her. I took off my jacket and showed her my arm instead. I was healing from a rash that was triggered after running the mile nonstop. I'm so proud, 10:40, 14 seconds too slow but still good. She was very concerned and then New Boy said something stupid and I shouted something stupid back and it backfired. Cassie was standing away from me, she looked so sad. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings, I just wanted to get a point across. Once I see her today I'm going to apologize, tell her that what I said was uncalled for.

Well I have to go, school and all. Until next time my friends :-*

post of the moment (episode 2)

Written 12/22/10

You know, I really have to start writing down the genius posts I come up with throughout the day. I've constructed a binder, I have blank note books and everything. I want to fill them, but when I put pen to paper my mind blanks. Every once in a while I'll get a burst of pure cleverness!! Sadly, I can never remember it when once writing utensils are in hand. I do write down ideas though, little bullet points of things i could post. Meh, it isn't as fulfilling.

Okay, guess what, I'm just going to whip right through each topic I have. I saw four movies today, one was continued from last night so that would be considered a half, and two f them were the same film. I have turned into my sister, my butt shall be flattened by sitting on the couch too much.

So my dad took me to OSH the other day, that place smells like dirt and rubber, and we got a new bird feeder. Hurray for bird feeders, Happy days, end of starvation! Then all the squirrels found out and decided to go all Spykids on the poor nut house. I'm forced to chase them into the neighbors yard all the time because they don't know the meaning of boundaries!

Last Friday I came to school dressed as a boy. If you ask me why I'll scowl because that is a stupid question. I had a glorious time, though everyone kept calling me Justin Bieber. Don't they know who I am? I'm Izzy for Lady GaGa's sake, not justin Bieber. Though my brother's Girlfriend, ashley's, brother told me the other night that we had the same face. I didn't know if I should've been insulted or appreciative, I made terrible Mac n Cheese instead.

I observed my sister as she printed out some photos today. She said they were for her binder. I just want to say: Lick my boots JB, you aren't the only one taking up young, girly space! High five to me for making Zoe's binder!!

Jojo the oboe and I might take lessons from this professor at my brother's school. BTW, I don't think he know I brought his year book to school to compare faces with Mikey. XD

My buds and I have decided to communicate using snail mail. I haven't gotten any responses, I wonder where my letters went. That house is gonna get one strange letter.

I have more topics but I will touch on those some other day.

Until next time my left sock stealing Goblins :-*

Saturday, the day the cast list was put up on the little school website. I was in the middle of an obsessive vampire marathon when i suddenly remembered. I jumped up and raced to the only available computer. I was so sure, so sure that I would become the fabulous villain of the musical, with my own solo and the chance to be pulled over by strangers complimenting me on how entertaining i was. I told my mom and sister that even if I didn't get the part I wouldn't mope about it, but then again I was so sure that I had the part.

I clicked on the link to the list and scrolled down.

The cat: Maddie B.

Excuse me? Maddie was one of the best actresses in our program, I understood how she would get what I wanted desperately. I thought she'd do better as the Bullfrog though, that part had a solo as well, probably too small for her. Of course I didn't get bullfrog because I totally blew the audition for the song, My friend trinity did. This was her first year in advanced Drama and she got a main part. I was happy for her because she fit it perfectly.

I observed the list some more. Farm animals: Izzy

I didn't even get a line, I wouldn't be able to have a solo, no stranger would pull me over and compliment me. I was just going to be in the back with all the other tall students, where no one would see me. And I was so sure of this one, I had a better part in last years musical. I cued a song with my line, I had the funniest ad lib out of all the searching parents. It was repeated throughout the crowd, my dad said.

I know I said I wouldn't cry, but then again i felt rather insulted. I walked silently up to my room and hugged a pillow. It was to be expected I guess, I was only good for one part and since someone was better at that part then me I lost it. Having no where else to be placed they put me on the island of misfit toys. I'll show them though, I'll be the best farm animal in the world and they will all regret their decision. Or maybe I'll become an understudy for Maddie.

My positivity made me smile, I wasn't like those wimpy girls who gave up. No, I'm an entertainer, I make things work awesomely that way. I pulled out my doodle book and my crayons and drew a black cat, her arms out wide, her pink lips open as if she were singing. I drew Maddie's hair on the kitty and colored in a red background. Above her I drew five large water drops.

I put it all away and walked towards my mirror, picking up a hairbrush and holding it like a microphone, I sang the beginning of the cat's solo. It would've been so much fun to play that part. Meh, if my acting career doesn't do well I'll become an oboist.

Until next time my farm animals :-*

Post of the moment

Written 12/13/10:

My mom checked my grades today and reported that i am banned from my beloved, dementedly slow desktop. funny thing was, she saw two Cs instead of three.

What? Only two?

Check the memory files, it must be a mistake.

Nope! Miraculously, I raised my Algebra grade right out of the dumps of mildly passing grade Hell. According to mother anyway. I have predicted that I will end the semester with only one C. That is my goal in life at the moment, besides filling up this book which I am writing in this very second for I am deprived of technology.

I attended my callback this afternoon. There were about, maybe, 12 other kids there and we gathered around the old piano and sang many tunes from the musical and other junk of the spunky sort. All the decent female singers made me turn ugly green with envy. Have I ever mentioned how ugly jealousy is in a young girl? well it is, quite frightening to one such as I.

Hey, the twelves days of Christmas start today!! :D

I have failed! Yesterday morning I actually cleaned my room. It's so clean in there now, I'm almost insecure. I came home this evening and for the first time my room was filled with the warmth the magic cleaning ladies leave behind after finishing their lovely work. It is so different from my usual dark-and-cold-and-hiding-behind-closed-doors-room every other monday afternoon.

If i last through this week of school the semester will be over. Its so close I can almost taste it. Ew, sour dough bread. Christmas is just around the corner, I'm that much closer to my new roller skates!

Now before I pass out from lack of sleep let me say goodnight my baby booties :-*

An Elf and the missing Mocha

What a week this has been. Tuesday was my first band concert, Jojo the Oboe and I did magnificently. For beginning band anyway. When we were done we had to sit in this one section of the indoor commons away from the audience. The temperature on the ground was colder than the air above it which i found most interesting. My friend even snuck back to where we were sitting and we had this awesome conversation in new Jersey accents, sadly she got kicked out and I was forced to move. I sat with my little grader friends and showed them all my accents too, but before I could go all British on them I got moved. . . . Again! I say, what do grownups have against childish entertainment?

I was extremely stressed on wednesday for I had my vocal audition that afternoon and I almost cried in science because I found out that I had a C. A C! What would I tell my mom? It's frightening to talk about grades with her, she gets all loud. My report card is now three As, a B, and three Cs. Though I'm sure I'm gonna be able to raise my grade in social studies, no sweat. Back to my vocal audition, so they said to sing a song that best presents you or something like that (I wasn't really sure, I wasn't paying attention. I heard sing and a bunch of songs filled my brain. My mind was halfway through the Disney playlist when I noticed someone was trying to talk to me.)

My mom suggested I do Popular from wicked cause it was the best one for me, even though I had already sung it at last year's talent show. I was scared because they only let you sing one minute of the song and Popular is better with two. I was also scared because it was a new instrumental that i hadn't used very much so the timing was extremely different. Everyone who was auditioning that day had specific times to come in, so you could chill at home and come back and junk like that. I was the last one on the list but I decided to stay for the whole thing, I'm weird like that. The whole schpeal was going faster then they planned, and all of a sudden there wasn't anyone left to go since they were all at home thinking they had to be there at a specific time and making popcorn and junk. So my friend Trinity opened the door and pushed me through.

And there I was, in front of the directors. I felt very nervous, which is odd for me, so my voice kept shaking. The cool thing was that they never stopped my CD, it just kept playing. I was having a bunch of fun, I suppose they were too. Then things got off, since there was a speaking part in the middle of the song and i hadn't practiced with it as often as I liked, also I didn't think they'd let me go on for that long, it went on longer then I thought it would and it kind of screwed me up a bit. Meh, i pretended nothing was extremely wrong and just finished the song. It was so awesome, but I ended up braking out in rash afterwards. Not fun. My dad took me and my sister to Chevi's after that.

Thursday afternoon was my piano lesson, sadly my mom had a birth the night before and took a long nap all day. She forgot to pick me up. So I spent a half hour pacing with a binder balancing on the top of my head. Finally i whipped out my phone and called her in complaint. Since we were already so late i didn't mind missing the lesson, because I hadn't completely practiced much. But we went anyway, and I made a fool of myself as I plinked on the keys. My family went to a chinese restaurant that night. IMy mom gave me ten dollars in exchange for the ten dollars worth of coins i gave her, I stuck it in my shoe for safe keeping. After fortune cookies we went to Starbucks, My sister and I waited for the drinks as a couple of older boys came in. I recognized one from the time my mom and I came here after seeing burlesque. He was working that night, and i remembered him because he looked like an elf. I mean seriously, he was short and blond and had a little pointy nose. And i swear i grabbed his mocha by mistake, cause it was larger then mine was supposed to be. Not that I drank from it, pshht. ok, Maybe a sip.

Friday was the most important day of them all, because that was the day that Advanced drama posted the callbacks. I watched the clock like a small child watches a colorful object that moves. Once that bell rang ending school I sprinted down the hall to the indoor commons to the office door, and scanned that paper to find my name "IZZY" printed real big. I squealed with delight then rushed back around the halls to the choir wing and pulled my locker open and stuffed my books in my bag and skipped to my car to tell my mom the news. She was late. Again. :)

until next time my peppermint mochas :-*