once upon a time, there was a story of you and i

I really don't want to write a blog post right now. I really don't.

Sadly, I'm writing one anyways, even when I'm about 30K words behind on my NaNoWriMo. Stupid debate and speech. *head desks*

Anyhow, I moved houses. Yipee. I now live in a three-room apartment five minutes away from Clovis East. Life-changing stuff right there.

I won 3rd place with my OPP, Apocalypse for Alyss. Hard to believe, I know.

I'm now in Varsity for Debate. How exciting.

I hate talking about drugs. They're stupid.

I'm tired and I'm falling in love. Yeah, I wish.

-Angie

treading water, just to keep from slipping under

And she wonders where she's supposed to be.
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I have realized my love for Superchic[k] runs deeper that water. I remember sixth and seventh grade when I was completely addicted.
Now, you can say I'm a complete loser for turning to secular music. Okay, not really. What I'm saying is...that I feel like a worse person today than I did back then.

You probably have no idea what I'm babbling about. Which is fine. I have decided to break it done into simpler terms. I've picked up a habit of using rather large and complex words in my sentences, thanks to Debate.

I think I'm not going back to that class next year. Mmm. Who knows?

Ah, yes. Where was I? Oh. I feel worse now because I feel like I've been too orientated with the crap that's happening in my life, rather than focusing on the positive. Jesus and I have been chatting, and I think it's time that I stop thinking about the Boy of the Year and start spreading His Word out.

Yes, Boy of the Year. As with Angela-tradition, there will be a boy that I am completely head over heels for. Said-boy will implant himself in my life for a year or so (Tyler was an exception- he managed to stay in my head for a year and half, or more) and I will suddenly decide to attempt to get over them and write a book about it. The end.

It's depressing, really. Especially when my resolve breaks so easily. I hate it.
Boy of the year is a Debate/Forensics kid now. He likes a girl that I don't know. I don't even like this boy. I mean, I barely know him...but it was just one look.

Just one look made me fall. I don't even think he knows my name.

...my birthday is right around the corner.

-Angie

you and me could write a bad romance

Miss Lady Gaga, I think you should go see your high school English teacher. It's 'you and I could write a bad romance'.
Anyways, hi. I just went shopping. I love shopping. It was very fun. I have the most epic ankle boots ever. ^^
...I should go do some more annotations on Great Expectations...ugh. School starts on Monday. D: TRAGEDY, I TELL YOU!
I have no idea what I want to wear. I have so much pretty stuff now...um. Hmm. I'll have to think of something soon, because I don't want to stress whatsoever on Monday.
Anyways, here's an update:
I'm currently editing Chaos and Conflict, yay! I'm actually doing work on that, lol.
I'm also trying to nurse my fanfiction crisis. I got a bad review and I'm trying not to think too hard about it. *sobs*
Here it is. Read it and tell me if it's that bad. *crawls back into corner of doom*

I only clicked on this story because that song is one of my all time
favorites. That song is also the opening song to my story "The Legend of the
Sky Cat." :D I didn't even know the characters. It was a very good idea, and I
did like the story, but here comes the part you won't like.

Unfortunately, I must critique. There were plenty of spelling and a few
grammar errors, and a lot more detail could have been put in. It just felt
very fast paced, or maybe I read it in record time...

Anyways, I hope my criticism helps you. I know it's not much, but good luck
with your future stories!

-Angie

EDIT: Um, so Blue October has a concert in San Fran this weekend. I want to go really badly. I love Blue October. WHY MUST THEY BE IN SAN FRANCISCO?! *sobs*