Starting Fresh

Yaaaaaaaaaaaay, I'm a teenager. Like, OFFICIALLY.
As far as gifts go, they were great. $25 to my favorite bookstore, $25 to spend on iTunes, and fish. That sounds so weird when I say it but it's true. Next time I'm at the store, I'm gonna get a couple of exotic goldfish to keep me company and add to the zenness in my room. I went to the city to see a movie (17 Again--it was surprisingly good) with a few friends. Alex gave me a Jacob poster (which is gonna replace my Edward poster hands down), Kensey gave me a sweet new journal and a cool quill pen (I filled up mine; I've already written eight pages in the new one) and Aaleah gave me spending money. We got Happy Bunny socks. I also got new shorts, a tank top, and sunglasses. From my neighbor, who is our adopted Grandma, basically, I got a Jameez garment bag and a thingie from the bank that has $25 on it to spend anywhere but looks like a credit card. I'm gonna leave it in there as long as possible and feel cool. My cousin works at the Bodyshop and gave me a case of make up and showed me how to put it on professionally. My aunt bought me three books: "The Complete Idiot's Guide on How to Write A Novel," "How To Write Killer Historic Mysteries," and a book with bookplate stickers to label all my books. This is awesome, because a) I'm trying to write a novel and b) people always borrow my books. Sometimes they give them back. All in all, awesome.
And, oh yeah, some recent news. I dumped Dylan today after school.
Okay, that sounds so harsh, put like that, but it really wasn't dramatic. I just decided it was time. I'm not a player or anything, I don't dump boys on a regular basis. Besides, neither of us was really into it. We don't really "click". Some people claim the two of them fit together like puzzle pieces. Dylan and I are puzzle pieces, too: two different ones. Some spaces don't connect, and some grind around the edges. He hasn't talked to me in like, a week. My friend Kensey (I didn't ask her to do this, by the way) lectured him on not coming to watch me at dance recital last night (which went good) and he replied, "I don't care." Which somewhat ticked me off.
I'm glad I did, though. When I really think about it, I AM too young to date. I am a teenager, but still young. I'm not even in high school, for God's sake! I'm just gonna hold off till I'm about fifteen, or until some guy catches my eye. Because why should I accept less than the very best? There's gotta be my Edward Cullen out there somewhere.
I'm not saying all seventh grade relationships are bad. My aforementioned friend Kensey has a 'boyfriend' who absolutely adores her. They are so cute together. They honestly like each other and hang out innocently. I see no problem with that.
I know you guys probably don't care about my pathetic love life, but I just wanted to put that down. Now I'm livin' the single life! (Actually, it seems weird to say that. Like I'm a forty-year-old woman who just pulled out of her third divorce. Which I'm not. But that just makes me more glad I've ended it.)
At dance recital, I dance in a tap group called "Five Guys Named Moe." The song is, basically, about five guys named Moe. Big Moe, Lil' Moe, Four-Eyed Mo, No' Moe, and Eat Moe. I am Four-Eyed Moe. Guess what? For Recital, Four-Eyed Moe wore contacts and, yep: forgot her glasses. I ended up borrowing the sound guy's glasses at the last minute. I couldn't see, but at least I had those vital specs.
When I was doing papers, one of the people I deliver papers to came up to me and gave me five bucks. "Just because," She said.
"No, it's okay!" I protested. She shook her head and thrust the blue bill at me.
"Just because," She repeated. I took it.
"Thank you very much," I said gratefully. It was one of those little gestures that just kinda made my day, a random act of kindness that boosted my spirits.
Now, I want YOU guys, those entire two people who read this, to do what she did. Perform a random act of kindess on a complete/almost complete stranger. Compliment a classmate you don't normally talk to. Help an old person across the street. Tip your waiters. I don't know.
Speaking of old guys, while I was on my paper route, I saw an old guy on a motorcycle. It bugged me, the same way forty-year-old moms wearing LuluLemon bug me. The same way old geezers driving convertibles bug me. You ever feel like that?
So, anyways, I'm starting fresh. New clean room, new age, almost new fish, no more dance, softball just starting. I might even start doing my math homework.

Upcoming, Recent, and Present Stuff

UPCOMING: Lanigan Dance Festival. I am in dance. I take ballet, ballet exam (ugh), tap, jazz, and a musical theatre solo. For those of you peeps who are not all up in the dance vocab, the difference between ballet and ballet exam is this. In ballet class, which is one hour, you generally spend about thirty minutes doing universal exercises (plies, tendus, etc.) The rest of the class is spent making up a dance routine, which is completely original. You get the costumes, hair, way too much makeup, and you go to LDF and other places and wait backstage and chew your nails and forget the dance before you go on and preform, showing everyone how awesome you are. You get the costumes and the performance for tap and jazz and stuff as well. Ballet exam is when you do an hour of the stupid exercises everyone hates while you glower at your teacher and feel fat in the leotards. The only reason I am taking ballet exam is so that I am able to take a musical theatre solo. Musical theatre is when you lip-sync. I'm doing "My Favorite Things" from the Sound of Music. It's fun.
Also way-upcoming: summer camp. We have a cabin, and a lake and a boat, seadoo, tubes, waterskiis, wakeboard, the works (no, we are not rich. Don't get the wrong idea.) so we generally are set and don't often go to summer camp. I went to horse camp once while Landon went to hockey camp. But this year we're all going camping for a week in a city nearest to us and we're all going to camp. Kloey's going to gymnastics camp, Carson and Landon are going to hockey camp, and I'm going to Volleyblast. I love volleyball and so, I'm going to camp and learning some intense skills. It'll be great but its far off.
RECENT: My Catechism class went to the hospital today and visited the unfortunate old people. My sister came with us, as did Kristy's little brother Brady who is Kloey's age (fourth grade.) Kloey played some piano songs and I read some of my poetry and we played board games and took them on walks in their wheelchairs around the halls and chatted. I was somewhat timid at first, but we brought one of my dogs, Shanli, and I loosened up. Shanli was pretty good. She's an irish setter, so she can basically walk over and they can reach her from their beds, wheelchairs, whatever. It was cool. I'm glad I went.
PRESENT: Happy Birthday, Jehsyka. Have fun with your fourteen-year-old list.