Cause You're Hot When You're Cold, You're Yes When You're No

I know, I know. I haven't blogged for a while now.

Well, I had an interesting convo in school, mainly concerning the word 'Hi.'

But more importantly, I got into this thing in school called BRAVO. BRAVO stands for Band R______ Acting Vocals (?) Orchestra.
Mainly, it's acting, singing, and dancing, to create a play/musical. This is the program that did the Jungle Book, which I talked about in my post called 'I wanna be like you, human too.'

I got into what's called BRAVO Crew, in other words, backstage. I don't know what I'm doing yet, but my choices on my form were makeup, props, and painting. So far, so good.
I feel that I techinically flunked it, since it said: 'Power tools?' 'None' 'Sewing?' 'None' 'Backstage expirience? None' The only thing that got me in was mainly turning it in two days after getting the form.

But I'm excited for this. Yay.

I also found out that there are wonderful people who post virtual dance games onto YouTube, so you can dance to a virtual game through virtually seeing it.
In English, this means that I can play a game called 'Just Dance' without a Wii, or actually buying it.

Just Dance is a game like Dance Dance Revoulution, but you have actual dance moves, other than hitting arrows. Really fun.
If I find a good version, then I can dance to it and everything.

I also just got back from making: calamari, a lemon and herb turkey roll, and two fruit tarts.

Saves and goes to bathroom: 6:10 pm

Baack. The fruit tarts had cream cheese, kiwis, strawberries, blueberries, and raspberrys on it. So good!

I won't post the story of the 'Hi' until later. Entertain yourself with this much until then...

I Dared You To Kiss Me And Ran When You Tried

Oh gosh. Active weekend update.

Well, I just finished a bit of my homework, but I still have a crapload of Social Studies.

This weekend, I went to...(prepare thyself) an outdoor opera. In the middle of Chicago. I didn't enjoy it.
The singing got boring after a while, since it was all in Italian or some other languague, but it wasn't bad.
The concept of outdoor opera is supposedly: A covered stage and a velvet floor for the performers, grass for the viewers to sit on. You look at the sky and count stars if you don't want to listen or pay attention.

The opera started at 7:30, but if you wanted to sit down, I kid you not, you have to be there by 5:30. Are these people completely mental? "Stay outside for two hours until this show starts. Shut up, stop complaining. At least you're sitting!"

I sat down under a tree, and texted AJ in boredom, looking like a modern hippie runaway. I didn't notice that I had sat down on the wettest patch of earth, so when I went to ask my dad for a piece of candy or something, I noticed that on my pants, there was a huge, wet mark.
In other words, it looked like I had pissed the hell out of myself, and wasn't ashamed to let about 500 other people see.

At 11 pm, I finally got home. Ah.

BUT! On Friday, I went to my first ever football game. Rah, rah, rah. It was the OPRF Huskies vs. The Nameless Batch Of Green
AJ's brother was in the band, and I screamed his name so many times that my throat felt like it was bleeding. A spicy pretzel and a gallon of Powerade didn't make it feel much better.
AJ also dared me to scream 'ZANE! CALL ME!' into the crowd of band students. I pointed out that this would be useless, since I already had his phone number. I called him instead and made hand-heart signs.

I love this. School in about 10 hours. Might as well get some sleep. Bye?

Just A Tiny Post. Rate Me?

I still think that I have ADD. Just saying.

Anyway, I've added the post starring system and the 'Funny/Interesting/Cool' system for the blog.

Guys, I'm sorry, I don't want to sound naggy, but all those wonderful people that just stumble upon my blog, if you don't comment, just give me a few stars, to tell me what you think.
I have...what? 250 views or so now? That's amazing. Please leave just a rating. So I know you're out there. Please?

So. A real blog post. I've been getting a huge pile of homework, every single day.
I know, I know what you're gonna say. "So? I do too, but I don't whine about it to my viewers!" Followed by a rude hand motion of some sort.
But what I'm saying is, I, of course, can't blog as often. I am not leaving this blog, it's just that the posts will come slower.
"How much slower can they possibly come? They've been around since May and you have only 35 posts!" You say.
They still will. I have my schoolwork, which I wouldn't say comes first, but tags around second or third behind 'Social Life' and 'Interwebbing.' I'm sorry Blogger. You're fourth.

But I do hope you keep reading, and that more interesting things will happen, so you can read them. Oh! There was something that I might be able to make you laugh with, but I don't know. Here goes.

So, in our school, first of all, they don't allow backpacks in classrooms. They're big and heavy, and people can trip on them. Because of this, the school gave us all a 'sinchsack' or a bag. 'Sinchsack' is a word that if you say too fast and too many times, you could start spilling out curses.
Anyway, I had gym, and our gym teacher led us up to the 3rd floor gym. He told us to wait for a second, still standing.
As I looked around, I noticed that a lot of people had brought their sinchsacks with them. Mr. Watson noticed this too.
"Hey!" He pointed to the guy, I remember as CJ, who had an armful of books, binders, notebooks, and a sinchsack. "Are you new?" He asks him.
CJ shakes his head. "No." He looks around at the other people, all carrying sinchsacks.
"Then you should know! You don't need your sinchsack in the gym room! You've been going here for two years now!" Mr. Watson says, though it seems to echo back.
A few people raise their hands. "This is our first year!" They tell him. Mr. Watson shakes his head and mumbles to his computer.
End of discussion.

Also, in English/Literacy Skills/Languague Arts, we get LemonHeads almost everyday, making it my favorite class.

We also have to change for gym as well now. This I don't love.
The lockers are small, and four are stacked on top of each other, so you're technically sticking your head between someone else's legs to get to your locker. This is so because (short) people stand on the little edge to reach their lockers. Eh.

That's it, I guess. Comment/rate/vote/etc! Thanks!

Yep, They Found Out the Title

Well, the only person that commented as AJ, telling me that she did understand the little 'secret message' behind the blog title 'If You Seek Amy'.
I know, I know, a lot of you people I don't know might have seen it and said 'Oh! I know what that means!'
Yeah, well you didn't comment. So no recognition.

Me and AJ and Kat were walking, and once AJ actually got it, so did Kat. Yippee. I'm stuck thinking about a new blog name now. You'll have a post about that next.

So, for all the non-Britney Spears people out there, or who just don't really listen to the lyrics, the name was 'If You Seek Amy'. If you say this slowly enough or fast enough, it will come up 'F-U-C-K me'.

I save cursing for my real life and keep this blog kiddie-friendly, but for once, nope. If they can play that song on the radio, I can surely put it in a blog post.

That's all. Thanks to nerimon of YouTube for giving me this idea. ^3^

Youre Untouchable, Burning Brighter Than The Sun, Now That You're Close I Feel Like Comin' Undone

The Hunger Games! I love it. I'm reading the first book (called the Hunger Games...dur). That's all I really have to blog about, but it's really great. I recommend it.
There's fashion, there's fighting, there's romance, there's hard choices, there's gore, there's nature. Epic thing called a book.
Really. Go out and borrow it from the liberry. Better yet, buy it. Totally worth it.

Anyway, before I go back to my book-review days, which I hated, thankyouverymuch, I'm just going to say, again, thank you.
223 views or something. That's...crazy. I'm an average girl from Hungary. I just happen to find amazing people in my life.

I'd also like to say that there are fireworks going on outside my window right now. They sound like crumbling buildings, but I'm treating them like shooting stars.
I might start another blog soon, after I get AJ's permission for using the idea.
This idea is writing to a friend that moved away/left you/'broke up with you'/or maybe even died. You just write about your life to them...I'm going to start one to my sister if I can.

Can't really think of anything else to write. School rocks. Thanks for asking. I know this wasn't a proper post.

Oh! And I might have ADD, as told by me. Look it up.

Title is 'Untouchable' by Taylor Swift.

Reese's, Snickers, Milky Way, M&M

The title in the order I ate them all in.

I really have no idea what to blog about. So I'm just going to tell you guys that I love you. I really do. Here goes.

I love you guys (not in that way).

Yeah. But not out of pure joy and the pursuit of happehness, but because I just read my page views. Oh my god, every one who reads this. Oh my god.

How did I get 200+ page views? This is my 35th post, and it's...amazing. Here are the pageviews from the different countries, as of this second.


United States 197

Canada 6

China 2

Denmark 1

United Kingdom 1

Israel 1


South Africa 1

Wow you guys. I probably don't know a lot of you, but thanks for this. Keep reading, a real blog post should come soon.

All Those Other Girls, Well, They're Beautiful, But Would They Write A Song For You?

Teehee at the title, which makes complete sense in my world. I am going to go back in all of my blog posts, and edit them, to write in the song titles of the names of the posts (long sentence there.)

Anyway. School is awesome, the teachers are either boring or funny, etc. You want better stories than that. So here they are.

Awesome/Weird Story Number One: I was walking from the third floor of my school to the first, and I stopped on the second floor accidently, and started walking 'toward the science classroom' (this is possible, since all floors have the same layout). I looked around and noticed that I was on the second floor, not the first, and screamed "No! Not again! I'm not doing this again!" at a wall. 5 people turned around.

Awesome/Weird Story Number Two: I was walking toward my locker, minding my own business, when I see an 8th grade guy call out to his friend. His friend right away, accidently, drops all of his music homework.
I see that one of the papers is right by my feet, and pick it up, giving it to the 8th grade guy.
I start walking again, not really caring about it, when I hear a yell. "Thank you! You're a good person!"
I didn't know who they were screaming to, so I kept walking. "You! You're a good person!" To this, I turned around to see the guy waving the paper I'd given him, pointing to me.
"I don't know about you, but you're pretty good too!" I yelled back, and nearly walked into a wall. Good times.

Awesome/Weird Story Number Three: I messed up my classes, like in number one, and I walked all the way to where my locker would be on the first floor, but on the second floor once again.
I ran quickly down the stairs and 'power-walked' to my locker (since we're not allowed to run.)
I rushed to my locker, opened it, grabbed my science book, and slammed it shut. I turned around and saw another guy in my 'locker bay', who seemed to look up at me once I slammed it.
I gave a quick "Hi!" and continued walking, remembering this was the guy from my homeroom.
I kept walking toward the science classroom, when I hear footsteps and a voice that says "Which class are you going to?"
I turned around to see him. "Science. I'm so late! I thought I was on the first floor, but I was on the second!" I laughed nervously and kept on walking.
"Oh." He was trotting to keep up now. "All the girls are saying that Mr. Madel is cute or something..." He murmurred, but since he was right next to me, I could hear him.
Interesting convorstation starter. I thought, but answered. "Eh, he's ok. I mean, he's nice, but, to me, nothing of the sort." Now I laugh, and I'm nearly at the classroom.
He seemed incredibly relived to hear this. "Kay then. See ya around!" He skipped up the stairs.
I made it to class on time. Thank you.

Awesome Story Number Four: I was walking home, and telling my mom about how whenever I feel sad, I think about how either, 1. A person that I don't know says I'm a 'good person'.
My second one was 'I think about what babies would look like with mustaches.'
Just my luck, an 8th grader was biking by, and he turned around and yelled "What? I mean, what did you just say?"
"Mustache baby!" I tell him and he nearly, just like from my last blog post, crashes into a car. I love this city.


That's all for right now. Might edit this. Bye XP

So...The title here is 'Hey Stephen' by Taylor Swift.