I'm still pretty much in shock; I was asked to dance by a guy who wasn't my dad or an uncle. It may not sound like big news to you guys, but I happen to like this guy a lot...ever since we were five years old? He's my second cousin; Marvin. He's cute, I'll admit that. And friendly. And nice. And sweet. And smart. I'm sounding biased, I know.
This is gonna sound sappy, so everyone who's got a weak digestive system and doesn't tolerate sap very well better get the hell out.
The dancing part of the party had already started, and I wanted to sit out every dance possible. I'm not a wallflower; people do ask me to dance, but I just don't want to.
I knew that it was going to be a long night, so I brought the longest book I ever own, in this case, Test Tubes, Dragon Spawns, and Demi-Gods (I had all 175 chapters xeroxed and bound. I'm THAT obsessed with that epic. So screw me.), and I was sitting at the table, on the 120th chapter (I've read it four times) when my mom pokes me, and I look up, and there's my mom and my cousin. And you know that sinking feeling you get in your stomach when you know you're screwed? I felt that the minute I saw both of them, standing together. I was like, "No, no, GOD no." I didn't want to dance, even though I like my cousin a lot (I know that that sort of thing's against the law, or something). But finally, higher forces intervened. In this case, my grandmother, who was celebrating her birthday. And a ton of other relatives, too. They put his hands on my waist, and they made me put my hands on his shoulders.
It was freaking awkward. Turns out that his dad had pushed him to do it. Ah, parents.
Then the super freaking-cheesiest song in the world, 'On The Wings Of Love' by Regine Velasquez (no offense to people who actually like her music) started playing, and all the couples were slow-dancing. I was giving everyone in sight (particularly my sister's nannies) a quite-yet-not-so-effective version of the Patented Heero Yuy Death Glare. And I was just tense. And I felt like shit, because Marvin's immediate family, and my immediate family (and basically all the older people) were cheering us on. It was a nice, albeit traumatic, experience. Good fic material, though. HYxRP, maybe?
Anyway, I had a huge fight with my mom this morning (say, 4:30 am?). I didn't want and couldn't go to sleep, so I stayed up all night, reading TTDSDG. You know that deer in the headlights feeling? Same thing here. I couldn't even talk back to my mom (I'm guilty-it's like a family sport) when she shouted at me to get my ass back to bed. At least a hundred times. But I still wasn't sleepy, so I stayed up til 6 am, watching Scooby Doo with my sister, Sam. She's my secret favorite sister; I guess the reason is because she looks like me a lot, and acts like me a lot too. She's my 'Mini-Me.' Then we both fell asleep. WHAT a Kodak moment.
That brought up the , "To lock the computer room or to not lock the computer room, that is the question' thing, and my mom, who has excellent whining techniques (she disguises it so that when she talks to my dad, it doesn't sound like whining, when it is. I usually win. It's great being daddy's girl.), won this round. I honestly swear that the woman was put on Earth to deliberately make my life a living hell. What a sadist. And she'd do ANYTHING to wrench me away from the computer room, my life, my soul...I know I'm sounding like SUCH a loser, but all summer, I haven't been out of the house. Just glued to the computer, typing whatever nonsense comes out of my head and into my hands and onto the screen.
Ah, life.
I was thinking how twisted I really am. Because before, while I was exploring the school grounds, or when I was bored in Algebra (People, I do NOT understand how we can actually USE algebra in our everyday lives. I mean, imagine this scenario:
Me: I'd like to purchase this huge, econo-size of shampoo!
Clerk: Uh, find the variable yx, carry the square root of 4.75, divided by the hypotenuse of an obtuse triangle...
Oh GOD!
I abhor algebra, and anything to do with computing. Personally, I think the only things involved with math that we need in life are addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. Is finding the cube root of this variable going to solve world hunger? Is finding the variable x going to stop wars?
See my point?)
Back to the subject (you DO know now why this is called 'rambles, right?). I devote my being twisted to Algebra. If I hadn't been sp bored trying to self-destruct myself with my mechanical pencil, my mind would not have explored the inner depths of my brain. Thanks. I was thinking, If armed gunmen (?) came into the school and held us hostage, where'd I hide to avoid getting shot? I had tons of answers, including the lockers (our school lockers are about half the size of foot lockers) underneath the floorboards, the dumpsters, the list goes on.
And I also thought if I wanted to run away, what would I bring? Where would I go? And I had my escape route carefully detailed in my mind. Also, what I would bring. One positive thing I can say about myself is I'm a good planner. Organizer. Whatever.
And I also thought, if I were to kill somebody (IF! Stress on the IF!), how would I do it? What weapon would I use? Where'd I dump the body? It's pretty obvious that I've been watching WAY too much Crime Night on the Discovery
Channel. All my life, I've wanted to tage a perfect murder, to baffle even the masters of forensic analysis, the FBI, Scotland Yard. But, I guess, I'll just have to keep on dreaming. Ironic.
Life, but a commodity.
Feeling of the day: grumpy-mad.
Soundtrack: How You Remind Me by Nickelback