Nightmare

I did forget one thing I wanted to talk about. And no, it's not teen drama. Yes, it's a surprise to me too.

Have any of you ever had a nightmare? I mean a really scary one where you'd jump at everything you see for days afterwords. I had one last night, and I'm not looking forward to the next few days.

So I was at this store that was a lot like a Hobby Lobby or something. I was there just shopping around with someone, who I can't remember. I want to say this random kid at school who's super tall, but really nice. Anyways, I somehow wound up at my old school's playground, except the jungle gym thing was in the field in the back rather than out front. I was just hanging around there when I wound up in the "room" in the top. There was a friend of mine (but we're not really that close, and I know her from Michigan, not Georgia, and she doesn't go to my school. We go to the same dance studio), and two random girls I'd never seen in my life who obviously didn't like us. I started talking to someone down below, and when I turned around one of the girls and my friend were fighting. The next thing I knew, my friend was being dragged off and the other girl just layed there, bleeding. I ran off, past some people from my school to the bathroom of the Hobby Lobby place, turned around, and just started talking to the kids from school who'd followed me. I don't remember what I was saying, just that I was really scared.

The scene changed and I was in the Hobby Lobby place with my crush/other best friend (yeah, that was bound to come out some time. Yes, I'm pathetic. Shut up) and for some reason he was buying these lamps/ pottery vases. In the same aisle was this tutu dress, which I got. I went to the Hobby Lobby bathroom to put it on after buying it, but it didn't fit. Then for some reason other best friend/crush was in there and we talked.

I know, doesn't sound that scary. The scary bit is in this next part. And no, I have no clue why I keep showing up in the Hobby Lobby bathroom. I haven't stepped foot in the Hobby Lobby in years, and never to the bathroom. I don't even know if they have one.

So now it's nighttime and my crush and I walk into this mansion, and there's a bunch of people there. There's a party going on. We meet up with our other friend and hang out for awhile, when all of a sudden the house starts shaking. I look over to the fireplace and I see the lamps/ pottery vases falling to the ground and shattering. I remember saying "Oh no! ___ the lamps you bought!" And turning around to talk to him, but he wasn't there. In my dream I saw his mom, but in real life she's the mother of another friend of ours, who also happens to be an English teacher at school. The house stops shaking and we all look around anxiously, when suddenly the door opens and there's this...creature standing in the doorway. I knew it was a man, or used to be, but it was completely unrecognizable as anything. It was tall, and very skinny. Think anorexic skinny, but the ribs weren't showing. It's like it was meant to be that skinny. It was very tan, kind of like a tan glow, and extremely wrinkly. Think of Gollum from Lord of the Rings, but even more wrinkly. Actually, a better example is the Phantom from The Phantom of the Opera. Except instead of just one side of his face, it was his whole body. Its eyes alternated between a dark, glowing red, and pitch black. The creature was bald and naked, but where a guys parts should be, there was nothing. Which is why I'm slightly confused on how i knew it was male, but I digress. It started talking to me, and in my dream I knew who, or what it was and it frightened me a lot, like it had done something terrible to me in the past. The next thing I remember is the thing being in front of me and stroking my cheek with his fingernails, which were completely repulsive. If you've ever seen Halloweentown II, its fingernails were exactly like Gwen's (Marnie's mom) when she was the creature. After that, all I remember is everyone screaming and running away from the house, me among them. I remember looking down and seeing my shadow, and I noticed I was wearing a dress (I hadn't seen me before. The dream had beenup until now in first person view). I looked back, and the creature was right behind me. As it reached out and caught me, the scene changed to me looking on at everything, like an out-of-body experience. I was screaming and crying, but it just drew me closer and lifted my dress a little. Right before we were touching, my alarm went off and I woke up.

I was so scared when I woke up, I had to turn on all the light in the house, and since I'm the first one up, that's a sligh problem. When I went to let our dogs out, I had to close my eyes when turning on the outside lights just so I wouldn't be scared if that thing was there. I don't know where this nightmare came from. I haven't watched or read anything remotely scary in a long time. I'm a complete and total chicken. This is what happens when I do. So I don't know. I just thought maybe writing it out might help. For all I know though, it couls make it worse. We'll see.

Have a good night. Hope you don't get any nightmares!

Finally, a post that's not an introduction/background! (mostly)

Hm, well things have been fairly normal. Step-brother driving me insane, step-sister not talking to me, both of them being brats, best friend driving me crazy, and ex-best friend saving me me from the annoying kid. The only non-normal thing is other best friend is back (he was gone pretty much all last week).

So my best friend and I were going to see Twilight at midnight (she's forcing me to go. The only reason I'm letting her is to see Taylor Launter...and my crush. Hey! I don't get a lot of chances to see him! There's always tons of people around, and the last time I had anything remotely close to talking to him alone is last all of five minutes. Yippie), but her mom forgot to get tickets. So then we were going to go see it Friday during the day, but then the theater opened another screen, so we are going at midnight again. I'm kinda exited, and kinda nervous. I mean, I'll be with my crush at a movie. Sure, I'm probably not gong to wind up sitting next to him because I know that my best friend will make sure of that (I'll get to that in a moment), but still. I have a shot, don't I? I'll take anything I can get.

So to explain that, my best friend is, well, I'm not sure what her problem is. I think she's jealous, but I don't really know. See, she likes two guys, and neither of them like her back. One has a girlfriend he's been going out with for two, three years now. The other she barely ever talks too. Me? I've had two boyfriends, and one I didn't even really like (I promise I'll explain that one later. There were a lot of reasons that happened). Another guess is she likes him too. The proof? She said yes when he asked her to prom out of pity, then later said if I'd done the same thing she would hate me. And yes, she knew it was out of pity. Long story, which I'll explain later, especially when prom's closer. And then last year at lunch, we'd all sit on a wall and my crush usually sat next to me. She'd go and sit right between us, making both of us scooch apart, which made everyone else scooch (we were in the middle). The thing that messes up that theory is that she's always done this; me not sitting next to crush/bf. With my first boyfriend, she'd always sit between us, both when we were just crushes and dating. She'd never leave us alone, and honestly, she was probably one of the reasons that he started getting sick of me. (But then he was a jerk so I don't really care about that). What gets me upset is I always do the opposite whenever she's around her crushes. I always find an excuse to leave so they can talk. Well, not always with the guy who has a girlfriend. We're friends too, so it'd look weird if I did.

I'm sure you're wondering why I don't just ask her. If you are you should know this. I have. I asked her if she liked him, and she said no. So I don't know what is up with her. Needless to say, we're not really best friends anymore. I mean we are, but we're not. Things are almost strained. So not really looking forward to spending the night at her house. Oh well. Maybe that's what we need. Just some time with just the two of us so we can talk. Well, her little sister will be there and I'm friends with her, and so will one of lil sis' friends who I'm friends with too, but still.

Something else that's been bugging me is another friend of ours. She's a lot younger. And by a lot, I mean a lot. She's 14, and we're all 16. It doesn't seem like a lot, but it is. She's a lot less mature than us, and it's really showing, especially this year. She's a sophomore, and I just feel bad for her. I mean, she should be in 8th grade, at the most 9th. Not 10th. So at the end of last year I let her hang out with us because she had no one else. (She hung out with her aunt, but she was a senior so she left a month early. Yes, her aunt is only four years older than her. Welcome to the town). The problem is, now she's kind of annoying. She doesn't get all when to just let something go, and she's just not mature. I don't know what to do.

So to continue my little venting post, I want to know why everyone's obsessed with Justin Beiber. I mean, I get if say an 8 year old or a 12 year old had a crush on him, but a 16 year old? That's just weird. Yes, I know he's 15, but he looks like he's 12. It's just so weid hearing the girls go on and on about how cute he is. I don't know, maybe it's just me.

So yup. Hope you're all doing fine. If I don't blog before then, have a Happy Whatever You're Celebrating/A Good Day If You Don't Celebrate Anything!

Let's call this one teen angst

And I'm back again after a while. See, I've been at my mothers and my laptop was being semi held hostage downstairs where she could see everything, and I really didn't want her to see this blog. She has a nasty habit of reading anything and everything I write, and that includes locked diaries by the way. Blech. But, I don't really want to talk about my mother.

I just wanted to give an update to anyone who reads this, or rather actual news instead of an introduction. But I guess I better finish with the background, shouldn't I?

Well, I guess I left off with my ex-best friend, and I never really did explain my mother, did I? Well, I guess this all started in 8th grade. I became really close friends with this one girl at my school. She was kind of bitchy, but I was okay with that. My best friend never liked her. My new friend had been awful to my best friend on elementary school, and my best friend can hold grudges for a really long time. So fast-forward a year and the three of us have gym together, along with a senior who, to put it nicely, was the school slut. She was a pretty nice person though. Well the four of us became friends, and the (now not so) new friend and I started texting each other a lot. Well once day she sends me a text message saying she'd shoplifted. What neither of us knew was my mom had been reading my text messages. So my mom told the school, and she nearly got expelled. She blamed me, and kept blaming me even after I told her the truth. At the same time, my mother stuck me in therapy since she thought I was depressed. Honestly, I probably was a little bit, but her sticking her nose into my life wasn't helping matters. Anyways, now two years have gone by and we're talking again, more because there's no one else to talk to in out Lit class, but that's okay. I've missed her. I don't know how to explain to you in a way that won't make me sound crazy, but I wish I could be more like her in some respects. She tells people exactly what she thinks of them and doesn't let herself get pushed around, while I'm a complete push-over.

So my best friend is upset with me that I'm talking to her again after she ignored me for two years, and my other best friend doesn't like her either and says that she's the new school slut (when she's not. That's some sophomore) and a bunch of stuff, but she's actually kind of nice.

If you want the truth, I'm not really best friends with my best freind anymore. Either of them. I've been hanging out with the sophomores a lot this year, and lately a couple freshmen. Oh, and a couple other friends of ours, but aren't really in our "group". They're in the band. Surprised?

So now I'm at my dad's, which means I have a bit more freedom, and I have the entire house all to myself most of Thursday. Only part because I'm getting dragged to New Moon. The only upside? Taylor Launter or however you spell his name. Goodness that guy's good looking.

So I guess that's all for now. There is some important stuff I wanted to talk about, but I'll save those for later. Adios!

Title Pending:

Why hello. Welcome to this blog. If you're a sane person, I'm sure you're wondering what dinos and ducks have to do with each other. The answer: Absolutely nothing. I thought it sounded cool.

So, maybe you're thinking "Well that's great, but if this is all just going to be random babble, I'm leaving." Well, it's not. It's going to be even worse, an introduction. Horrible, I know. But if you plan on sticking around, then you've got to know me.

I'm a 16 year old girl stuck in a small town in Michigan. I could tell you the general area, but I don't feel like explaining. See, all there is anywhere near here is small towns. Oh, and one city wannabe, where I also live. My parents are divorced, mom moved as far away from dad as she legally could, and it's closer to my school. See, I don't go to school in the small town, I go to school in the city wannabe. Even worse, a Catholic high school in the city wannabe. Yes, I'm surrounded by a bunch of druggies (which is the majority of my class), alcoholics (which is about half my class), and sluts (which is about a third of my class, ignoring the guys. The majority of that group is in the class below mine). Everyday I die a little bit.

Not to worry though! I have an amazing group of friends that I don't know what I'd do without. We are the drama group. No, really. We're all involved in the band, choir, drama, art, or any combination of the four. The only exceptions are my two best friends, and my ex-best friend, but more on her later. So they keep me sane, and we live up to our name with lots of drama. Someone gets together? We all knew at least 5 minutes before it started, we probably set them up. Someone breaks up? Battle lines are drawn over who can talk to who, which are soon erased. There's only 30 some of us. We can't afford to fight amongst ourselves.

I move every four years. No, neither of my parents are in the military. My dad's a doctor, and it's just how it goes with them I guess. Or maybe my dad's special. Anyways, I've lived in two countries, four states, six houses, and three apartments. I've been to two preschools, two elementrys, two middle schools, and one high school. So I guess you could say I don't belong anywhere. Which reminds me, I should probably do this now...

WARNING:
-There will be blogs where you will want to hit me over the head. They will probably be frequently. The content of these vents will include, but are not limited to
-General teen angst (how I hate my mother, prom, best friend issues, etc.)
-Twilight. I hate the series. I read all four of them. That's a week of my life I'm never getting back. If you are an obsessed Twilight fan without a sense of humor, I suggest you just ignore those rants.
-Miley Cyrus. Same as Twilight. That girl cannot sing, nor is she a country singer. As a friend of mine put it "She sings too much about fluff. Country music is not about fluff, there's real issues in those songs" And she is a horrible role model. Not as bad as some, but she's definitely not someone I'd want my kids to have pictures up everywhere (If I had kids that is).
-How I don't belong anywhere. Yes, that comes up a lot, especially when I'm visiting family, friends, or they're visiting. Unless you haven't lived near family in years or lost a best friend due to moving, you won't understand and think I'm overreacting. Just don't say anything if all you're going to say is "Get over it."
-Medical problems. Yeah, I have them. And no, it's not the bs people at my school come up with like having to see a chiropractor, or not being tan enough (sure some people really do need to see the chiropractor like my friend Sarah, but she actually was born with back problems and she swims. A lot). I have Raynaud's disease. I'm one of those lucky few people for whom it's painful. Don't know what it is? Look it up. Think it's not that bad? Try living in Michigan, having a disease since you were 9 that effects 20 year old's, and look at the list of causes. Currently I'm diagnosed with primary Raynaud's, but lately I've been having more problems that point more towards me having secondary Raynaud's, more specificaly lupus or scleroderma.

I guess that covers all the basics. I know I said I'd talk about my ex-best friend, but this really is long enough. Some other time I guess. I know she's going to come back up. She's a point of some arguments with my friends. You'll just have to stick around to find out why.