Last night was great, great fun. My friends and I accumlated 3 inside jokes and drove to Sonic, by ourselves. With no parental figures. It was totally legal though, no worries. Then we shoved our faces full of pizza and then talked some more, nearly cried because we never see each other and then they left. We have planned to meet up again in 2 weeks once spring break starts. :)

Moving right along to dancer boy! I only have class with him 3 days of the week, which is not a lot. So I had class with him yesterday and according to my girl-who-is-dilusional meter, we are making great strides towards a better friendship at least. We now have sit next to each other every class and yesterday after both our groups were done rehearsing, we went over to the call board to look at a cast list, and he leaned up against the SIDE of me, you dirty minded people. Seeing as we weren't even friends before Monday, I am very happy with the turn of events. The only mild problem is that with becoming closer to me, he has become closer to my friend who is super cute and may also like his face.

Current Infatuation Level: Down from last time, but he's still adorable. (7.3)

byebye my darlings!
--nala

Nothing makes me happier than seeing friends whom I haven't seen since summer. They are coming over right now. I'm so excited and I had to share with cyberspace. I'll give your pretty faces an update on Dancer Boy hopefully tonight. I love you all.

So so so so excited,
--nala

The World likes playing games with me.

I got a haircut today. Now my hair is short, maybe so short I will have to straighten in for a few weeks... I hope not. Straightening takes so much time.. Anyway, I like it a lot. The lady straightened it so it looks marvelous. I greatly enjoy my bangs now too. YAY :)
So I went to the park with my mother to "bond" and take pictures because A) I rarely talk to my mother outside of "Can I do this/have that?" type talk, and B) so that I will have proof that my hair has been straightened. So we are walking to the park, and crossing the street when I hear my name being called. I look behind me and sweet mother of pearl, the guy I had a minor, okay major, crush on was saying hello. And WHOOSH the surge of lust came back. What about dancer boy? Dancer boy is way sweeter. Ah, stupid mind. Oh, here is a loverly description of dancer boy:
-brown, curly hair.
-my height
-brown eyes
-I'm guessing abs of steel
-large smile
-smart brain

I love dancers.

Male dancers. I think I'm in love. Or a strong, strong case of lust. So, there is this guy in my drama class. He's a freshman, so a grade younger than me, but the same age. He's really quiet usually, and he's a hipster sorta, but he is the sweetest guy I have ever met. And he dances. He dances well. He's so good I could melt. I'm ranting. ahhhhhh :) So in drama today he started dancing and it was so attractive. I don't even know. I've never really liked guys who were involved in theatre, but... oh my. He's in so many dance classes. I think jazz, leaps and turns, ballet and lyrical? But ballet is the one I like the best. He is so flexible. It's crazy. So. Attractive. I hate it when I know my mind is playing games with me. But, ah well, such is life. The greatest part is that the one person I genuinely don't like at school, he also doesn't like. We shared stories of annoyance. He was playing around on my phone and he saw that literally all eight of my Safari windows were open to various blogs, sparklife, and buzz and he didn't even annoyingly ask what they all were. Granted, he has now seen my blog, but he didn't read it and doesn't know it is mine.

One problem though. He may be gay. Just like every guy I have an infatuation with, of course. When he was looking through my webpages, he was doing so because another friend of mine was looking at pictures of attractive guys. And then today this kid named Ian was like," *********, you are so gay." And he just chuckled. Like he didn't get defensive like most guys. I stood up for him and was like "Hey, Ian, can we use kind language please?" and yeah, Ian is a creep at times, but I know he has a good heart. He's just a really touchy-feely guy. With everyone...

Anywho, that was probably the dumbest ramble I have ever let leave my mind.

Time for funny quotes from the week:

Chemistry Teacher: So we are going to learn about condoms... I mean, combinations. Not condoms. No teaching about condoms.

Chemistry Teacher: Yeah, at army school we didn't stuff ourselves in minivans, but we definitely streaked across campus...
Class: Uhm, gross. TMI.

Student A: So, Mr. T, why don't we use fahrenheit in science?
Teacher: Well, I'm not sure.
Student A: We totally should use it. I mean, celsius makes NO. SENSE.
Me (muttering): It makes perfect sense...
Student D (mocking student A, and talking to me): We live in A-mur-i-cahh, we don't get the international's ways.

byebye!
-nala

Me: I can't believe we are going to have a five day week for the first time since before Christmas.
Brother: Awwwh, no.
Me: It's going to be terrible.
Brother: It's going to be rough.
Me: Yerp, really rough.
Brother: And long.
Me: Indeed, rough and long.
Brother: THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID! HAHAHAHAHA.
Me: *slaps brother*

Me: I can't wait until Hamilton comes back.
Mom: Why?
Me: So that my dear, dear brother will stop using my computer.
Brother: Heeeeeeeheeee! I'm going to get a computer!
Me: I hate sharing with you. That's why I changed my password... *evil grin*
Mom: You should tell him your password because his computer is going to be nicer that yours. *evil smile*
Me: Oh really? What is he getting? Because I'm pretty sure my Macipoo is the greatest.
Mom: A.. Uhm.. G-5
Me and Brother: **headtable**
Me: Mom, Apple stopped making G4's YEARS ago.
Mom: Oh, so what are they now?
Me: Macbooks.
Mom: Hmm..

Driving.

My mom is not a very good driving teacher. So, I've been driving for over a year now. It's been pretty good, nothing too serious has happened, I haven't crashed. The thing is, I always drive with my dad. Until this week when I drove with my mother. First off, my mom is not the best driver. She texts, talks, and surfs the web while driving, and quite honestly, it is quite frightening. So, my driving should not scare her. For some reason, she FREAKS OUT. She's like, "Watch the road!" "Be careful!" "Be ready to brake!" "Look out for pedestrians!" ...And this all happens when I'm on a one lane road with not a car in sight. So, naturally when we go on the freeway she should be having a heart-attack, right? Well, no. That is when she pulls out her iPhone, and fiddles with it while I drive in rush hour traffic. It makes no sense. Also, my mom thinks she is the best parker ever. Apparently her driving teacher said she was the best he had ever seen, and she sticks by that.  So when I try to park it's a total fail to her, and she grabs the steering wheel, tells me to creep into the space and then when we have nearly hit a car she is like "WHY ARE YOU STEERING LIKE THAT?!". Awesome, mother. YOU are holding the steering wheel. I'm annoyed just writing this. I'm done. The U.S. needs a train system.

--nala

Happy Birthday Mimi!

It's my friends' birthday today. She is old--er than me. She is very nice. She is very funny. I've picked up her habits. I've only known her for a little more than a year. She loves to laugh, she loves her dog. She has a weird way of never angering me. We share the same mind. We went sledding today, and it was fantastic. We totally have defied that rule/law thing that says two people can't be together for 24 hours without disagreeing. We've done at least 72. I love her, and she's great. Thanks, mimskers :)

The Phases of my Vegetarianism.

You probably know some veggie-tarians. They are really cool, you look up to their willpower, and weirdly healthy diets. Or, you hate them. Stupid tree-huggers, animals are here to eat. Gosh. I personally, decided to change my meat filled diet to one void of it a year and a half ago. I am now here to tell you what that journey has done for me, and the different phases I went through when I changed my diet.

Phase 1: Strength and Pride
During this phase, I was super proud of my decision, and I was really adamant on not eating meat. My friend being the silly goose she is, took me out to steak the third day of my vegetarianism. Her dad tried to get me to eat the mouthwatering steak, but I just wouldn't do it. I knew that if I made little exceptions all the time, it would never happen. Also, I thought being vegetarian was really cool.

Phase 2: You'll never keep it up.
During this phase, people always told me that I would never be a veggie for long. They would say, "Oh, that isn't so bad! I bet I could do it for a month". During this stage I was frustrated. People just thought they could do whatever. My willpower was almost giving up at this point, but I reinforced my decisions by watching movies like "Food Inc." to keep my on track.

Phase 3: This is easy.
By this time, I knew what to do to get around cravings of meat. I would eat soy based stuff and Tofurky almost daily. It wasn't a problem not eating meat. Not at all.

Phase 4: There are a lot of veggie foods.
At this point I was bored of meat substitutes, and I knew I didn't really need them. They also tasted gross.

Phase 5: Family Matters.
With family I always eat meat if we are home because my family only buys organic. If we eat out, I don't eat the meat because those animals were ill-treated.

There you go. I wrote this over a couple days, so my tenses might be off, but I have a headache and don't want to edit.

Much love,
Thais