Thank You for Being a Friend

So.

Tonight, for the first time in an exceptionally long time, my friends and I spent an extended period of time together. Just the four of us. We realized last weekend that we hadn't spent time together alone since Roscoe Village, which was almost two months ago. We don't do stuff like that. We used to be together every minute of every day.

But really. There's something inexplicably amazing about sitting outside a dressing room listening to two of your friends bicker over whether or not one of them had worn a milkmaid-esque headband to school the day before while listening to the other quietly mumble along to "Hey Jude".

I miss my life with them.

An Open Note to Everyone I Know

Alright, getting a little personal again.

Don't tell me not to worry.

It's what I do. I worry. I frequently express a level of concern that could probably be considered 'too much'.

Whatever.

Don't bother telling me you're 'fine'. Until you can prove it to me, I won't believe it. It's just how I am. I can't change it. Also, don't not tell me things just because you're afraid I'll worry. I'll just worry that there's something you're not telling me, so you lose either way. Suck it up and tell the truth. And deal with the fact that I worry. Habitually.

Also a Delicious Candy...

So... here's where I get kind of personal.
Not in a creepy way, but in the way that you get to learn more about me. Even though anyone out there reading this probably already knows me (and if you don't... umm...hi?), but I felt the need to post about me.

I'm a nerd.
I won't lie. I'm friends with a bunch of nerds. The other night, my mom came home from Parent's Night and told me about a conversation she had with my friend Zach's mom. Here's what she said to me:

"So I was talking to Zach's mom and she told me about the speech she gave you the other night when you picked Zach up to go shopping. The whole 'no drugs, no alcohol, no sex' bit. I told her we didn't really have anything to worry about. You're all a bunch of nerds."

Thanks, Mom.
No, really. If that wasn't completely true, I would be offended. But it is true. I own up to it. So I've decided to make a nice little list of all the things that make me nerdy.

- I am a complete Broadway Baby. I won't pretend it's not true. And I know it's not exactly a 'cool' music taste, but I don't care AND I ADORE IT.
- Going along with music tastes, I have completely let my father's music tastes impact my own. I'm almost embarrassed to admit to the Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin that has made its way onto my iPod. Also the Judy Garland, but she's my own obsession.
- I blast my showtunes while I'm driving around town.
- I have a Snuggie.
- I wear my Snuggie more often than necessary.
- I wore my Snuggie in public. Once.
- Just today I decided to drop my only study hall and go join 3rd period Newspaper. That means I go to Newspaper twice a day. Turns out, I'm kind of a junkie.
- During the holiday season, I frequently wear reindeer antlers in public with a ridiculously large amount of pride.
- I occasionally wear a blinking red nose with the same ridiculously large amount of pride.
- I don't swear in my Facebook statuses. But I'm pretty sure this is due to the sentry my Grandma (who has a Facebook) serves.
- I just used the word sentry in my blog.
- I have a blog.
- I am currently sitting at home with my dad and my dog while my mom is out partying with my aunt at a David Cook concert.
- Speaking of concerts, in my 16 years, I've been to one: Idina Menzel.
- I find my Government class really interesting.
- The other day my friends and I had a conversation about one of our friend's new relationships. He is a very positive person, and she is quite the Debbie Downer. We spent a good 2 or 3 minutes trying to decide if he was going to happy her up, or if she was going to drag him down with her. The final decision? Even though opposites attract, a positive and a negative make a negative.
- We watch 'Avatar'. A lot.
- My 15th birthday party was a My Little Pony theme. Complete with crowns and bracelets.

I'm sure there's more. I'm sure I'll add more. I'm running out of ideas though and am done for the night.

Woops...

Oh, and I forgot. Since everyone's talking about the whole Kanye West taking the microphone from Taylor Swift to talk up Beyonce thing at the VMAs, I figured I'd weigh in.

Kanye's being an asshat.

Yesterday at lunch we were discussing it:
Candice: I just don't understand. She's TAYLOR SWIFT. And you don't f*** with T. Swift. You just don't. Damn you, Kanye. Just, damn you."

Also, I like what Kelly Clarkson said about how "It's absolutely fascinating how much I don't like you" because it totally sounds like something I would say.

And kudos to the tactless move Jay Leno made by bringing Kanye's late mother into the mix. I bet that got him thinking.
"What would your mother say if she saw you do that?"
Dead silence.
(No pun intended).
Snaps to Leno.

What Doesn't Kill Me...

makes me stronger, right? I'm not so sure. I'm testing it out. Today was a good testing day. It was a good testing day, but all around it was the kind of day that made me want to kick puppies. (Not really, but, you know...).

Anyway, my string of bad luck literally started the minute I got up this morning. I was putting my make-up on this morning when my phone made its cute little 'Hey, you have a new text message sound'. I knew it couldn't be anyone other than Chelsea to update me on the posting of the 'Beauty and the Beast' cast list because I'm too lazy (and too chicken) to look at it myself.

I won't lie. My expectations were low. I mostly expected another spectacular failure - which IS what I got. Still. No matter how many times I say I don't really care, it does still hurt. And not just a little. Just so you know.

Anyway, this was the succession of text messages:
Chelsea - If it helps at all I'm REALLY upset.
Me - Uh oh.
Chelsea - I'm just... Wow. Not impressed. Just. Wow.
Me - Hmm. I'm half-tempted to check it out.

Not that I did. Still haven't. So that kind of set the tone for the day. Apparently the cast is WAY jacked up and Chelsea seems to everything was poor judgment on their part.
Whatever.
When I got to school, I had to take a horrendous Spanish test, complete with two essay questions that needed to be answered entirely in Espanol. 'Nuff said.

Then I went to English and had to churn out a really sad essay about all the tragedies and such in "The Grapes of Wrath", which, pathetically, was probably one of the highest points of my day. The essay's tone seemed to match my general mood, so we got along pretty well. Although, GOD ONLY KNOWS how well I did on THAT because I got an 86 on my memoir. I'm REALLY disappointed with myself. I just feel like everything so far this year has progressed in a rapidly spinning downward spiral and I'm really not too happy about it.

However, I do have to admit that watching 'Forensic Files' in Chem was pretty amusing, even though I'd already seen one of the episodes she played for us (which, WTF? I've watched 'Forensic Files' probably twice in my life... HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?). Choir was typical and we had to do the creepy back massage thing which I am still not comfortable with. And then, newspaper, which I thought to be my reprive, betrayed me. Rather, AOL betrayed me and wouldn't let me in to get to my e-mail so my plan for the day was shot. But going to take staff headshots was rather entertaining.

And yes, it did brighten my life a little bit when I walked into Gov. to find Mr. Cummings jamming to some Frank Sinatra. But then I had to go to math, and remembered that I was experiencing a completely different downward spiral in that class.
Happy happy joy joy.

So anyway, to go back to the beginning, I think 'what doesn't kill me makes me stronger' is a lie. I don't think I've gained anything through today. I really just want to curl up in my Snuggie and cry for a while and eat the remaining Halloween Oreos that are sitting on the top of the stove. However, I won't do that because then I really would gain something - pounds. I think 'Next to Normal' says it better:
"What doesn't kill me doesn't kill me." And maybe that's all.

What IS This Feeling...?

I seem to have forgotten what it is.

It's a Friday night. 8:35. A time when people are out partying or drinking coffee or watching movies or shows or whatever else it is normal people do. And here I am in my house, wearing really comfy blue sweatpants, fuzzy mismatched socks, wrapped entirely in my royal blue Snuggie (don't judge - it's awesome) because the current temperature of my house is just a few degrees shy of rivaling that of Antarctica. I'm contemplating putting on gloves, but with my luck, all I would be able to find would be mittens which, while toasty, are not exactly condusive to blog writing.

So here I sit. The girls are at the football game in Lexington (aka GOD KNOWS WHERE). On a Friday night such as this, I, too, would ordinarily be at the game, however I am not tonight, considering it's roughly 85 miles away. Chelsea's out with some other friends. I have no idea what the rest of my friends are doing but now it's almost 9:00 and I would be laughed at if I asked someone to meet me for coffee.

Plus my current wardrobe choice would make going out awfully tricky, and I'm too lazy to change.

I have no real, pressing homework. I don't have to go to work tomorrow, so I have nothing to vent and whine and complain about. I can't even think of any projects that I've been wanting to get to but just haven't because I've been busy. I could be coloring but I'm not really inspired (although you would think a girl with a 120 pack of crayons would be constantly inspired). I could paint my toes but my feet are still cold and I really don't feel like taking off my non-matching socks. I could paint my finger nails, too, but when I do, it always comes out looking like someone with Parkinson's did the job for me.

I could try to finish "The Time Traveler's Wife" and start "A Thousand Splendid Suns" but I've already read over 100 pages today and my brain is about to explode. Plus, I'm pretty sure I've figured out what happens at the end of "The Time Traveler's Wife" and now am not all that anxious to finish it.

I already watched my DVRed episode of "Project Runway" from last night. And my father has taken control of the TV anyway, so even if I hadn't that wouldn't be an option.

So back to the words of "Wicked"...
"What is this feeling, so sudden and new?"
I believe it's called boredom.
I don't know what to do with myself.

Sigh

Sorry about the second blog post in one day, but I felt like this situation says a lot about my life, so I decided to share it.

For newspaper, my beat is the Board of Education. For this, I have to attend the Board of Education meetings every month. Last week, I sent an e-mail to one of the board members to find out when the next board meeting was, and he told me that they would have a preliminary meeting about their budget at 6:00 tonight, and the regular meeting would begin at 7:00. I decided that the regular meeting was more of a concern to me, so I decided just to go then.

I arrived at the school at 6:50 and was excited because I thought I was early.

Wrong.

I took my seat in the library just in time for them to introduce the very last order of business and adjourn the meeting. Then I realized that the agenda I had said 'September 10 Rescheduled Meeting - 6:00'.

ARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

I missed the whole thing! Not only did I miss the whole thing, I showed up in my zebra print dress with leggings and huge 80s hair, and a bow headband in my hair, so I basically looked like a floozy (true, this could have been avoided, but I didn't feel it necessary to change - I felt if I could present myself professionally, the hair/outfit wouldn't matter - oops).

Anyway, I'm home now, almost an hour before I thought I would be and watching a recorded episode of 'Househusbands of Hollywood'. And I feel like a fool.

Peace.

You're So Vain

Before I get around to my actual ranting post, I do want to tell you something:
In case you're too chicken to find out yourself, YES, first degree burns DO HURT!
Found that out the hard way in Chemistry today when I decided it would be a really fantastic idea to try to pick up the piece of glass I was trying to bend a little too close to the middle. Awesome. So I can't really feel the tip of my right thumb, which is really quite inconvenient because I'm right-handed. Boo.

Is it bad that I'm updating my blog from school? I feel a little scandalous, when it's really nothing compared to the short skirts some girls wear and all the texting that the teachers seem to be oblivious to. Plus, there's nothing in the handbook that says 'No updating blogs while you're at school'. I mean, yeah, it's not exactly the most productive use of time, but considering I'm here for an extra 45 minutes waiting for my friends to get out of band and I have no other homework, I don't really feel all that guilty about it because I would wind up doing it at home later anyway.

ANYWAY. You know what I really, really can't stand? Stupid vanity plates. My hatred for them grows stronger every day, each time I see one. I hate, hate, haaaaate them. I really don't care if you love your cat, and if you're a doctor, I would rather discover this by going to your practice rather than driving behind you on the expressway. Seriously? STOP PUTTING STUPID CRAP ON YOUR LICENSE PLATE! Chances are that you are the only one who understands it, and why would you pay good money to have a private joke with yourself and broadcast it to the world? It's ridiculous.

For instance, one time my dad and I were driving behind someone with a license plate that read 'C U N CORT'. Great. Do you know what I know about the guy driving this car? He's probably a lawyer (okay, maybe he's a judge) AND he's probably going to get the snot beat out of him at some point. Also, I'm 99% sure he's prick.

A few weeks ago I pulled into a parking spot at Giant Eagle next to someone with the license plate 'C8PE COD'. C8pe Cod? That doesn't even make sense. CateP Cod? WTF? Honestly, if 'CAPE COD' is taken, MOVE ON. Look, I'm sorry your dreams are shattered, but there's no reason for your to add unnecessary syllables to your favorite vacation spot just for the satisfaction of knowing that everyone else driving around you (people who don't care in the first place) knows you love Cape Cod.

Alright, I'm out of energy to rant anymore about this particular subject, but I assure you there will be more rants to come.

Let's Try This Again...

Hey everyone. So I actually tried this whole blogging thing once, but I'm pretty sure the website changed their terms and I was locked out of my blog, and I believe it no longer exists. No great loss, though, because I'm pretty sure it only had like three or four posts.

Anyway, hi. I'm Alexa. My blog is called Double Epiphany because my original blog was called Epiphany. However, to anyone who knows me, who are probably the only people who are reading this, it probably sounds REALLY inappropriate. Truthfully, that pretty much sums up my life.

So about this blog. Ideally, this will be a place for me to record all of my profound, prolific thoughts and ideas (probably few and far between). However, its dual purpose will most likely be my ranting place.

Well, I seem to be running very low on creative ideas, but I'll try to update this soon. Adios!