Yes, Even I Have Romances With my Occaisional Comedian

Yeah... haven't posted in a week. Hope you guys don't mind. I have a big research project due soon...

So, even I'm not immune to being zapped, and if you don't know what that means, read my post Zap. Just scroll down. If you don't, you will be very confused.


This is actually kind of old news, but I've been reluctant to write it because it's kind of embarrassing. The thing is, I got Zapped, and I looked at my hand before my time was up. It's not my fault. I was in gym, sitting on the floor while the teacher took attendance, and I put my hand down on something sticky. As I looked at my hand in disgust, I realized that I had looked at my hand. You gotta respect my honesty. I could've just lied and told everyone I didn't look, but I'm a nice person. (Really. I am. Seriously. I'm not kidding.)

So this whole ordeal happened on Thursday, and I asked out the boy I had to the next Tuesday at lunch by sort of asking loudly from my lunch table to his (they're pretty close, like next to each other). Now this guy isn't a bad kid. He's from England, so he's like a year younger than the rest of the grade. He has really pale blond, practically yellow hair. And he has a sense of humor, I have to say. He's definitely the class clown, can turn anything funny, into a joke. Sometimes it's hilarious. Sometimes it's annoying. Sometimes it makes the teachers laugh. Sometimes it makes them yell. But any way, he's funny. So I ask him out on Tuesday and what does my friend Grace do? Dares him to say yes, which he does. He knew I had been Zapped. Grrr.

So during English that day he goes:
"So what are you thinking, like, a movie, or something?"
"NO, Josh! I got Zapped, you aren't supposed to say yes!"
And that concluded that. Or so I thought.

He has been loving making me feel awkward and uncomfortable.

On Friday he comes up to me (again in English) and says:
"You know Grace, I don't think this is working out."
"Yes Joshie, I agree. I think we should see other people."
"No!... I mean, okay, if it's what you want. It's over, Grace."

Technically I was dating him for four days. My first boyfriend. Oh joy.
He continues to make me feel awkward.

Next Wednesday, he says:
"You, know, Grace, I've been thinking about our breakup...
"No, Josh. You said it yourself. It's over.
"But--"
"We're done."
"Fine Grace, but just remember, you're the one who asked me out."
"No I di- oh yeah." I scowled. He was never going to let this go.

Speaking of never letting it go, neither will my friends. They crack dumb joke about it, give me nudges and winks, tease me every time I'm in the same room as him (which is pretty often, since we have math and English together. GRRRRRR.

I bet I'll be at like my School Reunion and they'll be there, making fun of me 25 or 50 years later.

This is going to follow me for the rest of my life.

Here is your funny picture for the weekend, and since I didn't ppost one for last weekend, here's one for then too:

 

Nomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnonmnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnomnom
I just added that to the dictionary.
Have a nice week!!

ZOMG SHOPPING!!

On Sunday I went shopping with a bunch of friends. It was my first shopping trip with a big group. There were 10 girls including me, plus 2 adults (for all you math geniuses out there, that's 12 people in total). We were all shopping for dresses and presents for my friend's bat mitzvah coming up. First we went to Lord & Taylor, but soon realized it was much too fancy for anything 12 and 13 year olds could afford, although some people bought $3 lollipops from their candy counter and my friend bought a really pretty necklace for her gift. At $20, it was probably the cheapest thing in the store *rolls eyes*.

Then we went to Charlotte Russe, where I found a pretty gray dress that I ended up getting. I'll upload pictures for you guys one day.

Then came lunch, where I got chicken fries from Burger King because they came in a box that I could carry around the mall. So everyone's finishing, and I close up my box (with still, like 5 chicken fries and a bunch of regular fries in it) and go to throw out my drink. In the meantime, my friends are doing a mass trash collection at the table and throw out my food. Sigh.

Then, don't you hate it when people look at you funny when you do something that's perfectly normal to you, but to other people in public, it looks like something really stupid/gross/mean and you're all like DON"T JUDGE ME and the people around you are like *judgejudgejudgejudge* and you're like NOOOOOOOOO I'M MELTIIIIIIIIIINNGGGG!!!!!!!!!

Ahem.

I did this at the mall when I was throwing out food and dropped my ketchup. The garbage can was full so I stepped back and looked around to see where another one was. Then I turned around and saw these maintenance guys staring at me and I'm like OH SNAP. It looked like I was going to walk away leaving my empty ketchup packets there and was looking around to make sure there were no witnesses. I picked it up quickly and guiltily, blushing, which probably proved the maintenance guy's point even more.

Yeah, I'm not one of those girls who lives at the mall, but I like it there. Nothing can really be bad at the mall trying on clothes.

:D

Sweeney Todd!!!

Okay, so I haven't posted in a while but it's because I've been busy and have a lot to tell you. I'm going to stretch it out over a few posts. Okay, first, Sweeney Todd. My towns' high school did a production of it that blew everything I knew about amazing theater. It was extremely amazing.

For those of you who don't know the plot, Benjamin Barker is a barber in maybe 18000s England with a beautiful wife and baby, but a mean, tyrannical judge and his assistant notice her beauty and try to steal her from him. When she says no repeatedly, they deport Benjamin Barker to do hard labor for life. His wife, Lucy, goes mad and poisons herself. The judge takes in Johanna, the baby, as his own. But Benjamin escapes his camp and is on a raft on the ocean when he is found by Anthony, who will come in to play later. Anthony is young and naive, but sweet. So now Benjamin is back in London with a false name- Sweeney Todd, and he swears to get revenge on the people who drove his wife crazy and took his baby. In the meantime, Anthony sees Johanna singing in her window and falls in love, promising to elope with her. He asks Sweeney if he can hide her in his barber shop, a shop above a meat pie store on Fleet Street. He kills people by slitting their throats with barber equipment. Anyway, Sweeney says yes, but just as he's about to kill the judge, Anthony comes running in talking all about how in love he is with her and how he's going to run away with her. The judge immediately leaves, promising that he'll hide Johanna away where Anthony will never find her and never come back to the barber shop. The idea that he was so close and that the judge will never come back drives Sweeney to madness, and now he promises to kill anyone who comes into the shop for a shave. Mrs. Lovett, owner of the below meat pie shop, who has always had a crush on Sweeney, even when he was Benjamin, has the idea to cook the people into her meat pies. The shop quickly gains popularity because of the new, delicious pies. End of Act One. Seriously.

Okay, this is just a very complicated show, and Act Two would be one big spoiler if I told you, (hint- almost everyone dies) so I'm just going to say- SEE IT. Even if it's not an amazing play like mine, just watch the movie. So good.

The funniest part is, the guy who plays Sweeney is my moms voice student, so I know him. He's a cute, funny, teddy bear-type guy. Nothing like Sweeney. Me and my mom were thinking about how he was going to do the really creepy Sweeney parts, but he definitely pulled it off. I was totally traumatized after that show. My friend Diane saw it and she has recently gotten a haircut, so she was glad she got it before this show. She didn't think she could've after that. I actually loved it so much, I went Friday AND Saturday. Yay! Just thinking about that show gives me the chills, but in a good way.

I actually feel bad for Sweeney. He was just a normal, if not somewhat hot-tempered guy who got ripped away from his wife and kid and sent to do hard labor. He did, too, for FIFTEEN YEARS. Then he finally makes it back and finds out that his wife is dead and his daughter is out of reach. Wouldn't that make you crazy? He's not "The Demon Barber of Fleet Street", he's just a sad, mistreated guy.

Anyway, here's a video of the last scene in the play, the very end. Please remark that most of the people who sing there died at some point in the play. Especially the ones that get up off the floor. Duh.

Sorry it's a little small, I can't figure out how to get it bigger. Here's the link just in case:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nfpF-FRBHI0

Aren't the actors in my town amazing?

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!

IMPORTANT NOTICE:
THE QUESTION FOR THE POLL ABOVE IS NOT SHOWING UP, AND I'M NOT SURE WHY. THE QUESTION IS: WOULD YOU LIKE MY BLOG BETTER IF I CHANGED THE FONT TO SOMETHING A LITTLE EASIER TO READ? IF SYMPTOMS PERSIST, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR DOCTOR AND HAVE A NICE DAY.

Okay, now that I'm done with that, Top of the eve'ning to ya'!Kiss me, I'm Irish! Happy St. Patrick's Day! I hope you all wore green. I almost forgot this morning, but then my mom came downstairs and reminded me, and I changed my shirt before school. I was already wearing green cargo pants and actually was trying to decide between a green shirt and a gray shirt. I chose the gray, but the green shirt was laid out already so I could change really fast! Subconsciousness, much? A lot of people were wearing green at school. Even though I don't have anything shamrock or leprechauny, I think my green "puffins rock" shirt was sufficient.

What else happened today? In math we switched seats. I am now sitting next to this "jork" as I like to call them -half jock and half jerk (did it ever occur to you how close those words are to each other? Coincidence? Hmmmm...), who, let's just say isn't the most desirable option of seating. Ugh, jocks. I'm also pretty far in the back, which will be bad if I forget my glasses.

In art class we're making self-portraits. But here's the catch: It can be yourself at any time in your life. Mine is a picture of me at age maybe one or two. I look really evil. Yes, you heard me, evil. Imagine a really chubby munchkin wearing overalls and a pink striped shirt. Now the munchkin is trying to take over the world, and it's face looks kind of like the Grinch's in the old movie (the cartoon one) when he has the Santa idea. Oh, and you know how they make you pose with stuffed animals? I look like I'm trying to strangle my Piglet. Ah, what a happy time.

So, new contest. Leave comments telling about your wildest St. Patrick's Day ever. If your St. Patrick's Days are all pretty boring, make up a crazy story. Mine was when I was 7 or 8 and I went to Bennigan's (which is totally closed now, they went out of business during the economic crisis, like Barnes and Noble, which makes me sad because I really liked both of those places. D:   ). Anyway, they gave me a shamrock necklace that said Budweiser, and since I didn't know what that was, I wore it to school the next day. Not that interesting, but I figure some of you guys have had more St. Patrick's Days than me. Yup, I will read your St. Patty Day comments and choose a first, second, and third place winner. Oh, and if this goes well, I will have a lot more contests because I think their fun.

And for the sake of randomness: Olmecs are amazing!!!

You'll hear more about that later. Maybe.

Prize Time!

Okay, I got yelled at, and it's true I deserved it. When I published my last post, I didn't realize that some people had commented already. So instead of who comments first, I'm doing whoever comments the most. I know most of your names, but I'm going to use your blog names for security purposes. Here are the results:

An amazing tie with one comment each, third place goes to...
Debbie C. and Jane Van Cleef!

In second place, with two comments each, another tie...
Virginia and Ron!

Finally, in first place, with an outstanding THREE comments (drumroll please) ........
C-ROPE!!!!

You are all winners for commenting at all.
Now, some other awards:

The Initiation Award goes to C-Rope for creating her own blog after reading mine!!
The Inspiration Award goes to Allie Brosch of Hyperbole and a Half for introducing me to the world of blogging!
The Dedication Award goes to Ron for following her first blog... MINE!
The Acknowledgment Award goes to Jane Van Cleef for helping me create this blog last Monday!
The Awesome Sibling Award goes to Jane Van Cleef and Virginia! (who are, yes, my sisters)
The Threatening Award goes to Virginia for yelling at me to write this blog.

Oh, and Jane, my prize for you is an answer to your question: about 3 and 1/2 pages, but I'm still editing.

 

Good job. You guys earned these. :D

Daylight Savings Time? Pi? COMMENTS?

I don't understand why there has to be Daylight Savings Time (should that be capitalized?). It is nice to get that extra hour in the fall, but taking away an hour of someones life is just cruel, especially when they're in seventh grade. I mean, yeah, maybe our days would be a little out of whack, but it's not a big deal. It's not like we'd die. But, in the meantime, I have a cold that I'm recovering from and a lot of homework lately, and I really can't spare the hour. The circles under my eyes are darker than usual. Look, I come from a good school system and I'm smart. But the problem with being in a good school is high expectations, and the problem with being with being in honors classes is that you get more work. As a matter of fact, there really isn't anything in honors except the extra work, and, you know, the honor. Remind me to write a post about the unfairness of school someday. So, yeah. Tired.

On a lighter note, my math teacher says that if the class average for the last quiz is more than 90, we'll get a Pi Day party. Pi Day is on March 14, like 3/14 as in 3.14. Get it? We celebrated it in math last year, but this, year, we just had a quiz. But, as I said, if everyone gets an A... :D! To celebrate Pi Day, you eat lots of circular foods, like cookies, donuts, and pizza! Yay!

Speaking of pi, a friend of mine thinks pi is a conspiracy theory. Why, you ask? Because the most common usage of pi, 3.14, in a mirror image (aka backwards), is PIE! Let the picture demonstrate:

 

Pretty creepy. 

Also, this guys sister, great girl, family friend, started a blog the same week as me! It's called Music is my Life and you guys should check it out. 

http://musicandmore-c-rope.blogspot.com/

Finally, also completely unrelated, PLEASE COMMENT SOMEBODY!! I haven't gotten ANY comments yet! The first person to comment (on any of my posts) will get a prize. I'm not sure what it is yet, but it'll probably be some sort of virtual ribbon. 

3 Day Weekend!

Since I was out sick on Friday, it felt like I had two Saturdays in a row. Yay!

My real Saturday was much more productive than my sick day though, especially since when I was sick I just lay there and sniffled. On Saturday I got up at about 9:00 (ugh, I know) to go to my church where a bunch of us girls are putting together a play called Doll 2 (2 because we did the first Doll a year ago). There are 3 different groups with a skit for each, girls grades 3-7. Each skit is about 40-50 minutes long. The performance is in 2 weeks. More on that later. Maybe.

After Doll rehearsal, I went to wait for All State practice. Maybe I should explain. I didn't just name this blog Amazing Gracie because it sounds good. I am actually a pretty good singer. Maybe I'll download an audio for you guys someday. Being the daughter of your church's music director doesn't hurt either. Speaking f my musical talents, I am a wicked trumpet player. I am available for weddings. Seriously. I know Prince of Denmark. Anyway. Being an awesome singer and all, I am in the New Jersey All-State Honors Choir. So, I'm waiting for practice, and another girl in it with me, Hallie, came up and just about made my day.

She said: "I read your blog and I really liked it."

Now this might not be a big deal to you, but I just about died because this would make her the first, besides my sister Jane, who helped me make the blog. That's right Hallie, you got a shout-out.

So then we're in All State practice. We actually have some not horrible songs this year, like Oye by Jim Papoulis. But what bugs me is this: Boys and girls are usually split and do one separate piece each. Girls are sweet and pretty, so they get a sweet and pretty piece. But the main problem is sweet and pretty almost always means hard and boring *scowls*. But to add insult to injury, the All State dudes want to keep boys interested in singing. So boys get a fun piece. This year, the girls piece is some dumb old song called "Clear Water" *gag, retch*. What do the boys sing? Old Dan Tucker. Grrrrrrrrrrr.

Whatever.

After practice, I hung out with my neighbors Braxton and Brianna. We played basketball and capture the flag and tied a rope to a wagon and pulled Braxton's younger brother Hudson in it. Then me and my mom went to a nearby towns high school to see my friend Will's brother Eric in the play Bye Bye Birdie. I had never seen it before. I absolutely loved it. Hilarious. :D  If any of you haven't seen it, go and see it right now. Great show.

Well, Sunday wasn't quite as eventful as Saturday. I woke up late from losing an hour of sleep. My dad and I went to a later service than usual at church for that reason. My mom had to be their early anyway because she's the choir director and organist. Poor mom. So I sang. Then I came home and took a shower. Then I did some homework, got bored, and invited my friend Ariel over. We played hide-and-seek, got bored, and sat in the basement talking. She left. I did more homework, and here I am now. I should really get some sleep. I'm happy with my productive weekend.

But first:
I have decided that every weekend I will give you a funny picture to keep you smiling all Monday. I'll probably give pictures other days too, but I'll definitely have at least one today, and it'll be funny. So here's your first, courtesy of lolcats:

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Hahahahahahahahahahahaha! Good night!

Creation Myth

One of the few homworks I did finish last night was English. My assignment was to write the first draft of my own, made up, creation myth. Mine is a Greek myth on how wind was created. I thought you (pretty much nonexistent) guys might want to read it.

Faster Than the Wind

Long ago, there was no wind and no weather. Humans lived without pleasant summer breezes or sweet, light rainfalls, but they also lived without violent gales and hurricanes, so it balanced itself out.

            At this time in history, there was much peace. Humans loved one another. Monsters and gods didn’t exactly get along, but they didn’t hate each other either.

            But with the great peace came a time of great boredom for the gods as well. Ares and Athena, who often enjoyed watching humans war, now had to settle for watching small spats. Besides the occasional love letter or meeting notice from Zeus, Hermes had nothing to deliver. Zeus had no need for his lightning- Poseidon had no need for his trident- Even Hades was relatively peaceable. Everyone’s life was boring and quiet. Maybe a little too boring and quiet, like the calm before a storm (which, of course, didn’t exist yet, but we’ll get to that).

Several gods sensed the unrest and boredom and they reported it to Zeus, who agreed. He told Hermes to assemble a godly meeting, and Hermes, happy to have something to do, zipped around and had everyone there in less than half an hour. The gods all had their own opinions.

“Even watching humans in love gets boring when you do it every day,” whined Aphrodite, examining her fingernails as if even the lively meeting bored her.

“I don’t run enough,” complained Hermes. “I’m getting flabby.”

Ares nodded. “My muscles are shrinking!” he boomed.

“Hera, Artemis, and I have decided that we need something to strengthen our minds,” dictated Athena.

“Children! Be quiet so I can think!” commanded Zeus, who, sure enough, stopped to think.

“What if we had a race?” a small voice suggested. All heads turned to the corner where Hestia sat tending the flames. Most had forgotten she had been there. She looked up and turned around, the warm flame still reflected in her eyes even though it was behind her. “It requires minimal organization, can be done every day by anyone who wants to, and will keep Ares and Hermes in shape. We could add a scavenger hunt portion if the ladies really want to put their minds to the test.”

Everyone agreed it was a fabulous idea, and the next day the first race was set up. Gods, demigods, and even monsters lined up at the starting point. All bad blood was erased for the race. Contestants used chariots, horseback, or simply their own two feet.

The rules were simple: You started from Mt. Olympus. You ran all the way around the world back to Mt. Olympus, and on your way you collected four things: a robin’s egg, an acorn the size of a drachma, a snowball (still unmelted at the finish line), and a single wool sock, stolen from a human (clears up where all your socks went, huh?). The first to reach the peak of Mt. Olympus was the winner. Playing dirty was encouraged.

The arrow fired, and the race began.

As the gods ran, something strange began to happen. The gods ran so fast, they left a fierce gush of air in their wake. The faster they ran, the faster the air blew, and humans noticed. As a matter of fact, one demigod named Gale ran so fast, they named a type of wind after him.

Humans in winter or autumn places felt the strange air more than humans in spring or summer areas because of the scavenger hunt. It asked for one thing you’d find in warm areas, and three things you’d find in colder areas.

The winner of the first race was Hermes, with his winged sandals. Ares was the second-place winner, with his chariot and violent nature, and third place went to Medusa, who just turned anyone in her way into stone.

It went on like this for a while, the races pleasing everyone. But then one day, there was a tie. Athena and Poseidon reached the peak of Mt. Olympus at exactly the same time. So Zeus declared there must be a face off, a tiebreaker. Everyone set up for the battle on Crete, and it began.

First, Athena and Poseidon spun around and around each other. They span so fast, that in their wake, a swirling vortex of air was created and spiraled off into the distance, later to be called a tornado.

Then they met, head on, their clashing swords sending sparks through the sky, their thundering footsteps to be heard throughout the world. Their quick swords created random and violent winds. The humans below, on Crete, cowered in their homes. Although small godly arguments had created small storms, they had never experienced anything of this magnitude. The very sky shook with battle. They continued to circle each other, but more slowly. In the place just above where their swords met, no sparks flew, and there was total calm. It is here where Zeus sat, watching, the eye of the storm. This form of tiebreaker would become known as a hurricane.

Finally, Poseidon unleashed a monstrous wave on Athena, drenching the entire island. Athena, fast as lightning, created a magical wall which sent the wave tumbling back down onto Poseidon. Not knowing his own strength, he was knocked off his feet and when the water cleared, he was crying. Athena had won.

So from that day forth, there was wind all the time, especially in winter and autumn. Every once in a while, there was a face-off in the sky, like a tornado or a hurricane, and in the end, the tears of whoever lost poured down as rain. There was also a rivalry between Athena and Poseidon ever since, but that, my friends, is a different story. 

The End

If you actually exist, my fans, please leave comments and tell me how you liked it. :)

Sick Day

Today I stayed home from school sick, for what I like to call a "mental rest day". It means that you were a little bit sick, but you were soooooooo overwhelmed by school that it would've totally spiraled out of control if you hadn't done anything about it. Plus, I had a huge amount of homework and would've stayed up until like 2 am if I hadn't decided to stay home. Now I have the entire weekend to do it. I'll probably stay up until 2 am on Sunday, but whatever. Today I slept in and then watched TV for around 8 hours. I feel a lot better now. Yeah, I didn't do much today. I did watch a show that a friend of mine has been suggesting to me for a while on BBC called Doctor Who. Very strange, but good, and I think I'll be watching more of it in the future. Yeah, today wasn't very interesting.

Zap

Have you ever been zapped? There's a weird game going around my school called zap. Basically, on the palm of someones hand, you write something undesirable to do (i.e. ask out/ kiss a guy you don't like, hop on one foot for the rest of the day, etc.). On the back of the same hand, you write a time. If that person looks at their palm before the time is up, they have to do that thing. It's a game of patience.

I have no idea where this came from. It was not in school yesterday. It just came out of the blue, like Silly Bandz or Smencils, if anyone knows what those are. It's just a weird phenomenon sweeping around the school, for boys and girls, populars and me & my friends.

My friend had the biggest nerd in school come up to her one day:
"Do you want to go out?"
She said no.
"Good, I got zapped."
Then he ran off.

So, if your school is anything like mine, beware and watch out for the question:

"Can I zap you?"

Don't Diss Justin Bieber

Now, I am not a huge fan of Justin Bieber. I like his music okay, but the fact that he is literally worshiped scares me a little. And after today, I'm more afraid than ever. I believe that after all that worship, Justin Bieber may be becoming a god. He has got karma in his favor already.

Me and my friend were waiting in the hallway for our next class, 8th period. We were talking about Justin Bieber. My friend said "I don't see what the big deal over Justin Bieber is. I don't like his music, I don't like the screaming fans, and I don't even think he's that hot, especially now that his hair is cut." (For those of you who have been living under a rock, since it's national news, Justin Bieber got his hair cut! No more classic Bieber 'do! Whooohoo!) Anyway, after my friend said this, she immediately turned around and ran into a wall. Her head hurt for the rest of the day. Pretty weird, right? But, less than 5 minutes later, she tripped over her own backpack and ran into a wall again. I'm scared. So all of you who need karma on your side, just remember...

DON'T DISS JUSTIN BIEBER!!!

Pilot Post!!

Hi there.
I'm Grace, and I'm about as new to this as you are.

Let me set some stuff straight.

1. If you are a creepy stalker, I am smart and know my stuff, so you'll never see me giving away my personal info. And even if you do somehow track me down, I am almost a black belt in Tae Kwon Do. Give up now and find a less (how do I say this kindly?) perverted profession.
2. This blog could be for anything. It could be how my day went, or pieces of stories I want to write. It could be totally pictures. Whatever. 
3. My favorite number is 8.
4. I have an extremely adorable cat named Peter. 
5. I have a dad named Jabez and a mom named Anne.
6. I have three sisters named Jane, Lucy, and Virginia (aka Gigi), all in their mid-twenties. Jane is a toy designer from Brooklyn, Lucy is a ballet dancer from Los Angelas, and Virginia is in grad school in Philadelphia, studying to be a music therapist. 
7. I love to read. 
8. My life would make a good sitcom and I have a lot of weird ideas, so have fun in the inner workings of...

AMAZING GRACIE!!!!!!!!!