Pocket Venom

Sugar Rush

Mon, 13 Apr 2009 22:55:06 GMT

Day after Easter letdown. This is our last day off. Today I woke up coming to terms with the fact I have not

-worked on my Leonato lines

-done my World History homework

-written to Winchester.

So I've been reciting my lines over and over while purchasing music on iTunes (which started loading around the Eisenhower administration and just now began to work) in an attempt to firmly secure them in my head. The thing is, I know them, I just can't rattle them off without being onstage and the right people saying the right things. It's like I need to memorize everyone else's lines in order to be secure with my own.

And yes, I did get in touch with Rumor. We spent all Easter texting. It was either text or listening to my monstrous little cousins tell me how ugly I am while they run around laughing during the prayer for the youngest one's health (he has a bad heart, which I could have told you, only they mean a bad heart medically, not behaviorally.) I feel bad, since I do want him healthy. I just want him far, far away, where he can't put his hands in my brother's dessert or scream "MOVE" at everyone.

We went to mass Saturday night so we wouldn't have to deal with it in the morning, since my brother was altar serving anyway. It was painfully long and while the candlelight vigil and the music were beautiful, the kindergarten-level reading of Genesis made me want to puke. ("And God said, 'Let there be light!' And that's what happened! There was light!'") I like my environmental science teacher's version of Genesis. Mrs. L. is a devoted Catholic and her name is always in the church bulletin, but she is a woman of science and believes in evolution. I haven't really figured out what I believe in the terms of where we came from, but she gives me hope there's room for compromise.

Werewolf has been sending me friendly MySpace messages and I'm hopeful. Rumor and I texted about Sparrow, then talked about Sparrow more today, and I'm hopeful about them, too. Maybe he doesn't see her like that yet, but they'll spend more time together, and I bet he will. They have too much in common for him not to.

Where Oh Where Has My Rumor Gone?

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 22:43:22 GMT

Last I heard from her, she was spending the night at her copycat friend's house to give her another chance. That was yesterday, on the way back from the gym, and now it's evening and no sign of her. Her dad said she went to away for Easter, so I guess she will text me when she gets there.

Today was pretty boring. I watched TV, read, took a walk and got on MySpace to try and round up some more friends and also look at Werewolf's page in depth. He's single, and I saw I was on his top 15. I really, really hope that's not something it automatically does when you add a new person, because Greaser and Scooty and all these other people he's known forever were on there.

The concert is in a scant fifteen days and that means the play is in about twenty-five. It's really just a shame that Mr. S. assigned us World History homework over the break, because otherwise it would be perfect.

I may just go take another walk now because the weather is nice again and I've been wearing my fantastic booty-licious shorts all day. I need to wash my hair. Oh well, no one's going to see me.

Oh, and at the gym yesterday I FINALLY saw a hot guy! You'd think that when you join a gym, there will just be a slew of hot guys your age you can spy on getting all sweaty and such, but so far it's mostly been generic-looking guys over thirty who groan like they're in the throes of making love when they lift anything over a pound. Anyway, this guy looked like he was about nineteen and he was the perfect blend of emo and workout-type. I wanted to steal him right off the rowing machine. Knowing my luck, I will never see him again.

Peace.

The Mother's Tale (And MySpace Exploits)

Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:58:21 GMT

This is a very amusing story my mother told us yesterday while Rumor was over to eat meat loaf and spend the night.

"I was at the grocery store two days ago and I saw this little old lady crossing the street, so I waited for her to cross, and then I went and parked in my spot. I was there to get Pepsi. I don't usually drink Pepsi. I drink Coke. My sister drinks Pepsi. But the Pepsi was on sale at a really good price so go some Pepsi. I also got some Cadbury eggs that were on sale for fifty cents apiece because that's a really good price too. Then the lady in front of me in line, she has this little girl that's like four years old,and the little girl asked the cashier if she could come back and bag groceries with her. The cashier says 'Sure!' and lets her. So this holds up the line a whole lot and when it's my turn, with the four Pepsis and the two eggs, the cashier yells at me to hurry up and is just very mean to me. Then it turns out when I get home, she LOST my two Cadbury eggs! So I was thinking about it all night long, and I finally went back to the store the next day and told the manager, who was like eighteen, the whole story, about how there was the little old lady and how I don't usually buy Pepsi but my sister likes Pepsi and the mean cashier who had a four-year-old doing her bagging lost her eggs. And he YAWNED!! So I threatened to call OSHA on him, and that's when the lady behind customer service mentioned there were two missing eggs found at that register, so the manager boy goes and gives me two boxes of FREE CADBURY EGGS! It was incredible! I sure showed them!!"

I love my mom.

Today I started a MySpace. I like Facebook much better than MySpace (just like my mom likes Coke better than Pepsi) but Werewolf was all, "You should get a MySpace so I can add you!" Is this flirting or does he just want more MySpace friends? I wonder. Who knows, maybe we can get together this break.

Rumor left at like seven this morning and I promptly went back to sleep. I had a totally weird dream about Greaser and balance beams and the heavily made-up art teacher at school. Then I worked for Maia, did quite a bit at the gym and finished the book I was reading. Productive day!

Well, time for sleep and reading and such.

So On And So Forth

Wed, 08 Apr 2009 17:32:06 GMT

Another magical day in the fairytale kingdom of Pocket Venom. Today's highlights include stories of European condom dispensers (Condummmmmms!) thanks to Tohru, who viewed this wonderous sight last summer.

If you listen close, you can hear me praying under my breath the typing teacher doesn't come and read over my shoulder like he often does.

As soon as school let out, I went to the science teacher's room for AP study. I stuck around instead of doing the Environthon things because I desperately need to be around Demosky in order to understand anything, and wound up in a conversation with him and Werewolf until it was time to go to drama. After drama, he and Rumor and Winchester were standing around waiting for their rides home and we talked even more. He's a nice guy, he doesn't have a girlfriend to obsess over (to my knowledge) and he takes a pretty good photo.

Drama itself was interesting. I have to throw Tohru and Green and yell at them and stuff. I hate to say it, but Green did an incredible job, and since she's a hundred pounds soaking wet, throwing her wasn't much effort. Tohru's not bad either, and hopefully I did okay. My voice broke, which I wasn't expecting. Yay, angry males!!

Easter break starts tomorrow, thank GOD. I love laying around eating choclatey things until I can't eat any more and then squrrielling them away for when I get hungry again. This process often continues until mid-May considering my paternal grandma is known to give us shopping bags of candy.

Off to discuss screamo bands and fun things.

Failed Cookies and Mitchell Davis

Tue, 07 Apr 2009 18:04:20 GMT

I really love Mitchell Davis. You know, the random Youtube star who does all kind of fun stuff like find portals to Alaska in his bedroom and go to clubs with his grandpa. I was reminded of him because Rumor and I are sitting here in typing talking about Youtube, which I can't ever use unless I'm at her house because my dial-up is too slow for it and it's blocked at school.

Last night after drama, which was really just a mess I'd rather forget about due to tragic misunderstandings involving Lennon and Sparrow, Rumor came home with me and we immeadiately immersed ourselves in WiiSports. Actually, she did, we only have one WiiMote and I'm not going to hog it at my own house when she doesn't have one. I tried to make cookies, but they tasted really bad for some reason. I don't think I'm cut out for the duties of a woman.

Seasons in western Maryland are very typical--cold winter, hot summer, and coolish spring and fall in between. Two days ago, the weather was so nice out I went to the park in shorts and flip-flops, but my shorts have to go into retirement for now, since it's snowing. Yes. Snowing. Okay, fine, flurrying, but still, that's snowflakes. In April.

Doro is angry at Havok and she told me she yelled at him in Pyschology yesterday. It must have been yell in a class day, because I did something similar. I asked the teacher if I could go to the bathroom. He asked if it was an emergency, and I said no, not really, so he told me to wait. Then a girl says she has an emergency so she goes.

Ten minutes later, a guy says he has an emergency, and he gets to go too. The teacher didn't say anything like, "Well, Icarus asked first." He just let him go. I began to grind my teeth.

Ten minutes later...another guy asks, and that's where I stand up. Like, got out of my seat. "Mr. D., I asked before everyone else, and I think I should get to go now." The ghetto girls all tittered with amused respect, you know, all, "Daaaaamn, girl, you told him," and I got to go to the bathroom without having to lie about emergencies.

I had a great time telling Werewolf this story today. He was out yesterday and math wasn't quite the same.

Delicious School Brownie Time!

Mon, 06 Apr 2009 18:11:48 GMT

School brownies go nomnomnom into my stomach.

Last night, Maia called and asked that I make a bunch of phone calls leaving messages with people about this drawing she's doing. Turns out that telemarketing is a very comptetive field in which one needs a stiff upper lip, considering all the people who took advantage of my kindness to shoot me down into flames of meaniehood.

Example: "Hi, I'm Icarus, and I'm Maia's Mary Kay assistant, do you have a minute?"

"Huh?"

*repeat.

*hangs up phone.

But there were nice people too, and one lady went and bought $58 worth of stuff not ten minutes after I called. Hahaha!

I left my sketchbook at Sej's house and Doro gave it back to me today. The two of them had filled it with weird and wonderful little sketches that I wish I could show you all. Actually, if I could publish my whole sketchbook on here I would, but I doubt anyone would get it.

I think I'm bleeding. Oh well.

There's not much to report today. That's life.

This is blood.

Up and Down

Sun, 05 Apr 2009 21:44:08 GMT

Not long after my Thursday post, the principal came over the loudspeaker and said "Students, we're having a fire drill now. Please get all your things and leave the building." Since there were only ten minutes left of school, this seemed reasonable--it would waste a lot of time to go out, in, then out again. The fire bells started ringing and I went to my locker.

But as I was leaving, I heard teachers shouting for everyone to get out, and I started to worry a little bit. I thought there was a real fire, so I grabbed my stuff and hustled.

All the bus riders were instructed to go to the back of the school and wait for the buses there. I found the drama teacher and asked about practice. "They haven't told me anything," she said. "Even if it's still on, everyone will have gotten on their buses already..."

Turns out it was a bomb threat. That was a sort of scary one, though.

Friday morning, I woke up at 5:45 a.m. and got ready by six. By 6:15, Rumor was in the car, and we were off to my grandma's house, about an hour away.

Friday was incredible. We went shopping at Kohls, which was having this huge sale (I got two pairs of shorts, two pairs of fli-flops and a vanilla reed diffuser), then hit the Cheesecake Factory (I got key lime, Rumor got banana cream) and the movies, where we saw "Sunshine Cleaning". Pretty explicit, but also very good. It sort of made me miss when Fedling's dad was still the editor of the teen section of the paper so I could write a review. (I, along with a number of other people including Rumor, quit the paper when we got a mean new editor. I guess we were really used to how laid-back and fun the old one was.)

We hung out for awhile and then we went to Blockbuster to rent "Changeling". Blondie, who lives two doors over, came and watched with us too. Despite how much Doro hates Angelina Jolie (because Doro loooooves Brad Pitt), I really liked that movie. Jolie was very convincing.

"You sure aren't watching a lot of happy movies today," my grandma noted.

On Saturday, we stopped at Panera bread for lunch when my mom called and told me Squish had called the house looking for me (we had drama club, but I didn't go because, obviously, I was out of town.) I got kind of annoyed at her right then since it was none of her business where I was, and other people missed practice more than I did (after all, Thursday was not my fault, and I was hardly in the new scenes anyway).

Around four-thirty, I went to Sej's house with Tohru, Doro and Dogberry (she plays Dogberry in Much Ado). We played '1000 Blank White Cards', which is crazy fun, but then I felt ungood and sickish, and I was really afraid I'd throw up at someone else's house, so they took me home. Mleh.

But today has been good. I went to the gym and the park and my shorts look good and the weather is perfect. And that has been my weekend.

Honey Mustard Addiction

Thu, 02 Apr 2009 17:57:25 GMT

Last night at drama...well, it was dramatic. My friends were being highly weird. Cip was acting like the queen of the world, bossing people around left and right with only the faintest shadow of something like maybe courtesy. Squish was obsessing over her new boyfriend,who seems much, much more sane than the last one, but she really couldn't shut up. And Tohru's boyfriend was being a spaz, as usual. Thank God for Rumor, Iggy, Fedling and Darwin. The latter two and I sang songs from "Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots" while Darwin accompanied on guitar and it was nice.

Rumor and I stayed late to go the Environmental Science study session. Winchester and Demoksy was there too. The pizza was gone by the time we got there, so Rumor's mom got us Cafe Italia pizza upon leaving the school, and Rumor and I ate it as we watched the news.

It was about eight-thirty when I got home. My parents weren't back from the wake they had gone to yet, and amazingly, my brothers had been very well-behaved. They watched "Holes" (tiny Shia LaBeouf!) and then went to bed. Easy peasy.

This morning, we got amazingly distracted away from "The Cave" once more, but I kind of understand it. I kind of don't like Plato's ideas at all, but he's a smart guy, and it's written so schmucks like us can understand. This was all learned in between stories of the teacher blowing blood vessels in her eyes and stuff.

In World History, I made friends with one of the exchange students! Her name is Larissa, but it's pronounced LARissa, not LarISSA like it would be in America. I gave her my email and we talked about Elliott Smith. Pen pals galore!

And Demosky is obsessed with honey mustard. Really. He gets a whole little container for it and all his food gets dipped in the container. We discussed the fact that all his body fluids have probably turned into honey mustard. All of them. If you get my drift.

More later.

Locked in a Basement

Wed, 01 Apr 2009 17:45:55 GMT

This class is slowly killing my soul. The religious nuts who account for about a third of the population are preaching. Again. This time the topic is abortion, and I won't get into it because everyone knows religious nuts are very vocal about abortion.

Last night I worked an hour longer than I was supposed to, but hey, I control my own time card and write down my hours, so I counted all of it. I was taking inventory, which is harder than it sounds. Armed with notebook paper and a pen, I took on about a thousand Mary Kay products, all begging to be written down and woe if I mixed up the pink normal-to-dry formulas with the purple combination-oily ones. (Not woe from Maia, if she was any more laid back, she'd fall over. Woe just because one does not like to screw up.)

Today my Lang teacher went on a very long and satisfying tangent that had nothing to do with Plato's "The Cave" but ended up with her telling stories about her daughter. When her daughter would misbehave in kindgarten, the teachers would lock her in the basement with the lights off. Then her daughter developed a crippling fear of the dark. No duh.

"No duh is a product of fear!"

In World History, I traded iPods with one of the German exchange students. She had some pretty good stuff on hers and she was pleased with mine. ("Oh, you have Tokio Hotel, huh?" She didn't have any on hers but I think it was just the whole German thing.) Then Kiwi's boyfriend (who is Jhonen's brother) was picking on me in a joking way about me liking Fall Out Boy, and all I could think of was how awful his puke-colored socks looked with his knee-length shorts. He's a nice kid, though. Even if he wears puke-colored socks.

Tonight I have drama and then stay after for my AP study sessions, tonight, tonight, tonight...once we hit May drama will be over and I'll have time to blog besides in typing.

Going to read Janey Godley. Here are some socks for you to ogle.

Dancing Queens and Mixtapes

Tue, 31 Mar 2009 18:00:22 GMT

Yesterday was a fairly normal Monday. I went to drama, came home (never did end up going to the gym, so ha) watched Intervention and placated my craving for something sweet with apples and peanut butter (knowing me, someone will find fault with even that, but I stand by my decision to not rip open the bag of sugar and pour it down my throat).

Today has been all topsy-turvy. First, in Lang, we painted. The teacher had been hinting this painting thing for a week and I was pretty looking forward to it, only then it turned out we were put in groups and one person in the group would paint while the others 'helped'. WHAT ON EARTH? How does THAT work? Of course, I was in Cip's group and she got to do everything. It looked okay. Maybe. But I really wish we'd gotten to do our own; however, I will not be a whiny sour-grapes baby like some people I know.

Then in World History, we were talking about Napoleon, and Mr. S. thought it would be fitting to play ABBA's "Waterloo" to enrich the lesson. We ended up listening to ABBA for the rest of the class period and I tried very hard to not sing along to the only song I sort of know two words to. (I am referring, of course, to 'Dancing Queen', which I am aware involves the words 'dancing queen', 'tambourine' and 'seventeen'.)

Mr. S. wanted us to dance. We did not dance.

I made Three a CD last night and gave it to him today. I hope he likes it and I also hope that putting "Goodnight and Go" on it is not too obvious. (Hopefully he'll just like the song and only understand the meaning subliminaly.)

Our typing room is right next to the childcare room, and sometimes we can hear the children's music that they play. Right now, there is a tiresome and repetitive ditty that involves working with three hammers, three hammers, three hammers, they work with three hammers, then they work with four.

Oh! Before I forget. Demosky says there's the same amount of fries in a Chick-Fil-A large, medium and small, the packaging is just different. He knows because he works there.