Woe Upon Your Cylon Heart!

Oh man, Ollie called me to sing about how fabulous I was, and then started singing Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen songs, and she was SO hyper and it's so funny, oh man. And the Sound of Music! Oh, Ollie, thanks!

Yesterday I went out with Becca and Fiji and we had dinner at Cheesecake (surprise, surprise) and we were going to see a movie but dude, I spent $20 on dinner and couldn't fathom spending another $10 on a movie, so instead we went to a hookah bar and Becca and Fiji rented a hookah to smoke mint-flavored tobacco. I did a few puffs, but it was really, really lame and I have asthma anyway, so I just sat there and we talked. It was nice.

Tonight I went to Carol's graduation party, and it was really mellow and low-key and I got to hang out with Chang- oh lord, I missed Chang so much- and it was cool seeing other people and some Drama people and scaring off the nondrama people because... well, you know. Showtunes.

I spent all day with Becca yesterday, and it was so fun. After the beach we went to The Beverly Hills Cafe for lunch, and then I dropped stuff off at home before we went to Target so I could buy Pride and Prejudice. Then we went to her house and watched it, and it is the best movie ever.

When that ended we decided we wanted to go to Blockbuster and once there we rented Tango 'cause I wanted Becca to see it. And it's still really good. I am considering buying the soundtrack.

Her parents are really cool. They came home from their dinner thing and watched the end of the movie with us and they recognized Mia and lauded me on my choice of foreign film. And then told us funny stories about their trip to Argentina a long time ago. I want to go to Argentina so bad.

Today I've done nothing at all but watch parts of Pride and Prejudice and Moulin Rouge. That movie is so amazing and opulent and it did not receive the acclaim it deserved.

I need to prepare for my Drama oral, which is on Friday.

Spearmint gum is infinitely preferable to regular wintermint.

In spite of my cold (still goin' strong) and getting up at 6:30, today was a good day. I don't think I flunked the SATs, and I spent the day with Becky. We had lunch at Cheesecake and then we went to her house and watched some episodes of Alias. I did such a good job indoctrinating her and her family.

At SAT testing they had all the little seventh graders who are brilliant taking the test. They made me feel both stupid and old. Their feet didn't even touch the floor! And usually they'd finish before me! Not only were they like, five years younger than me (they were born in '92-93. Do you know how OLD WE ARE, guys?) they're obviously smarter, too. I saw a lot of kids from my middle school at testing- and by "a lot" I mean two, other than Becca. Salimeh and Gleidys. Surprisingly, my middle school was not known as the place where girls get sucky names.

The phrase I'm hearing the most often lately is "I already have/I know what I'm getting you for your birthday." Which I guess is appropriate, as I'll be 18 in LESS THAN THREE WEEKS, but everyone keeps telling me and it's driving me craaaaazy. I don't like surprises.

In other news, I think my nose will fall off.

Seriously, y'all? Go see 'Secuestro Express.' Scariest goddamn movie I've ever seen, but it was welldone and it showcased Mia Maestro beautifully and for real, I am truly and honestly terrified of being kidnapped now.

Carla had the worst day ever. For real. It was Carla's absolutely no good, stinking, horrible, rotten day. Becca and I really enjoyed it because it was gritty and artsy and very frightening. There were a lot of fun little details in the movie, although only one person got what they deserved (Martin? I am LOOKING AT YOU.)

And Mia Maestro is just so, so gorgeous. It's quite crazy.

Becca and me had them sing happy birthday to 'Nadia' at Cheesecake. Doing the Alias series, next up is Julia and Irina (Changed my mind, Bec, we'll do Irina instead of Lauren.)

My cousin Jeannie and her fiancé are docking tomorrow at Port of Miami, so we're spending the day with them, which should prove interesting. I have no idea what we're going to do ALL DAY with them. But oh well.

Joined Becca and I am now listening to 'My Immortal' repeatedly. Maybe I'm more pathetic, because I'm alternating between the original version and the rock mix. And singing along REALLY LOUDLY.

I don't know what it is about me. I think I've lost the ability to just be happy and just go with it, you know? It's like, I have to anticipate that something's coming, and it might not be something I particularly like.

I remember seeing other people- teenagers, mainly, my own peers- and wondering why they'd changed from the bubbly people I knew as a child. I'd gone to school with them from infancy, stayed tuned to the gossip mills, known what went on. There was no defineable moment where they changed, but I can't remember if it was gradual or if they were just different one monday morning.

The scary thing is, I feel myself changing. And though it's a gradual thing, it's frighteningly fast for me- it's like I'm slipping down glass. I'm dropping down- into where? self-pity, self-degradation, self-something- and i can see up from the abyss, but... but... oh, i don't know. I just seemed to be a lot happier before.

Maybe this happens to everyone, and nothing gold can stay.

"Yes, she was sixteen. . . and then she started changing. . ."

In others news, I am a selfish bitch for worrying about myself when others have it much worse than me, but that's not news, now is it? And I miss my blog, guys. I don't know how to make this one pretty, I miss writing in all my little pieces of info. And I hate volunteer work.

I need to stop whining. Really. I mean, I had a thin day today, that was nice. And survived calling complete strangers.

Life is good. What right have I to complain?