Breaking Up

Pshh, I don't really need a blog, do I? I mean, my last post was in September. Ridiculous. That's why I'm contemplating just shutting down my blog for good :P Maybe I can remake it when I actually have a life, but other than that... Yeah. Any objections?

Feeling the Urge, man

Yeah. It's true. I suddenly felt the urge to post random useless crap on this blog. I realized, shortly after making this blog, that my life is so uninteresting I never have any material. UNTIL TODAY, THAT IS.

So, guess what? I'm sick. Yeah, it's fun. I was all "Ma I'm staying home cause I'm sick" and she's all "I'm leaving for New York City" so I had some fun partying with my woodland friends.

From that highly fictionalized account of the last couple of days, I'm sure you've gleaned that 1. I have been sick for probably three weeks back-to-back, but I've just been toughing it out for the last little while. 2. Last night it caught up with me and I've been MISERABLE since, and 3 I have so few friends that I hang out with animals. Only kidding.

So anyway. The laptop was overheating and everyone was all "OH DEAR OH DEAR" and I just didn't have the patience for it to overheat so I stuck an icepack underneath and it's worked like a charm. I'm such a genius. I also think my body is overheating due to my illness, but unfortunately sticking an icepack on my skin would be very painful in my current hypersensitive illness thing, and my stupid body would be all "WE NEED MORE COAL" and dumping you know, last nights beany weenies on my internal furnace. Speaking of which, I ate the whole bowl of beany weenies last night. Mm mm good. Who needs Craft macaroni and cheese. Although I kept repeating the Calvin and Hobbes strip where they serve beany weenies at school and Calvin's all "It appears to be kidney stones and cigar butts in a gall sauce." Makes meal time that much more spesh, you know?

Yesterday my mom took me to this one barber lady. She's pretty presh. She was fired from her salon cause she was 'old and uncool' (read: smart and reliable) so she opened one in her basement. I wanna be like her when I grow up. Only kidding. The perm fumes would kill me.

Anyway, this barber lady cut my hair. So yeah, it's not super diff but it's a little diff. Especially in the back and the sides. Cause my mom's haircut was cool and all (read: old fashioned and tired) but when it got long it looked ridiculous. Cause it went all POOF. Cause my hair is a nightmare. Just kidding. It's a blessing. Except when I'm trying to make it go flat on my head. But when I'm old and everyone else is bald, I'll be the only one with a full head of hair. And I'll make sure it's kinda longish, you know? Almost emo-length? And then I'll bleach all the gray out of it till it turns white. (gray hair looks ugly to me, but old people with white hair always seemed so attractive to me. Only kidding.) I'm gonna be such a cool old person. And I won't be fat. Fat and old is just ugerly. But thin and old = cool and old. Just saying. And yes. Ugerly. Say it out loud. I might wear glasses too. Doesn't that just sound like cool old man material?

Well, it's been a real slice. (I heart Meg. What a babe. What a doll. Whatev.) I am out of things to write about. HEI I've been thinking about different personalities to use when I go in various superstores. Like Walmart. Pretty much I've got my Target personality down, I just go around and say things like "Ew! Red. It's like someone bled all over the place. Rainbows! Disgusting! I hate rainbows." But I say it in a drag queen/smoker voice. So far for my Walmart personality, I've got one line. "Humaanity. It disgusts me." And in the AHH in 'humAHHnity" I put a little vibrato in my voice. And in the GU in 'disGUsts me, I make my voice go up and down. Like "disGustsmeh". I should write a memoir.

By the way, I wrote a submission for a writing contest (calm down; the grand prize is a signed book.) I sent my submission to my editor. Okay, only to Ms. Liz, the lovely former drama/english teacher of mine- she abandoned us to go teach at a high school. I totally understand why. I'd move too, if I could. Seriously. I could move from this Junior High to a high school somewhere. LIKE WHERE YOU GUYS LIVE. Cause my only subscribers to this blog live either in Wisconsin or in my house. Wisconsin is awesome. If you overlook all the bad things about it. Which aren't as numerous as the bad things here. YOU HAVE NOTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT. Anyway, if I win or lose or die you will hear about it here. And I'm talking about the contest.

I write. A lot. Too much. I seriously was feeling so lonely last year that I wrote my life down on paper, and then added a best friend/girlfriend into the mix. Cause that's how pathetic I am. But seriously, I think that it's probably one of the best things I've ever written. Not that you'll ever read it. EVUR.

This blog needs a facelift. So do I. only kidding. I am beautiful, while this blog is not. I'm not saying you're ugly, I'm saying you're NOT ugly! So soon my not-ugly blog will get a facelift. If I can find it's face. I might give it a buttlift or something. Oops.

So I am currently eating Listerine strips like drugs to zap away the gross sick person breath taste in my mouth. THEY ARE SO STRONG. I am addicted. I think they actually clear my nose, too. THEY'RE THAT AMAZING! I should just eat these all the time. And if Bre Parent is viewing this, yes, yes I am still eating breathmints. Like drugs. Okay, I just checked my listerine pack and its empty. I'm going on withdrawl. I need something minty. To stave off hunger. Like writing this blog. Is. Doing. Only this blog is slightly less minty than Listerine. Let me go get some minty gum.

I swear I've lost ten pounds already today. Which would be nice. I'm gonna go anorexic. AND HAVE ROCK HARD ABS. I almost do already. Under like, the half inch layer of fat on my belly. ANOREXIA, HERE I COME. Just kidding. Wow, gum really does make you not hungry. EXCEPT IT HAS CALORIES. SCREAM! Only when I'm sick would I be willing to write stuff like this. Later on I'll be all "Wow, I was a freak." And I will be right.

Hey, help me with something. I've been thinking about taking a dance class in high school, but for obvious reasons, I would be terrified. Because what if the class is all GIRLS? EWIE! I DON'T LIKE GIRLS! Only kidding. They smell nicer than guys. And are usually more intelligent. And better looking. Just saying. YOU FEMALES OUT THERE ARE GORGEOUS. But seriously, that could be serious homo ammo that someone could throw at me. Has anyone taken a high school dance class? Cause I want to learn, cause I wanna, cause it's cool, but I'd be so SELF CONSCIOUS. And I don't mean ballroom dancing. I mean like musical theatre dancing. Jazz style and stuff, I don't know. Because I am a unicorn! A guy who likes to sing, dance and act but IS NOT GAY! YAY! Not just for gays anymore!!

Okies, BYEEEE! Maybe later I'll act more normal :P

Poll

Please answer the poll at the bottom. I just re-opened it. I really want to know what people will say.

Love

Some people have it in their heads that there are different kinds of love. Movies and TV shows have shoved down our throats since we first could understand spoken words that there is a way you love your siblings, and a completely different way you love someone romantically. (Even Barbie movies- aimed towards 4-7 years olds- are dealing with romantic problems and relationship issues. This kind of messes kids up a little bit.) But I think that love is love is love- just different degrees of love. That's why there are no "different kinds" of love. And why love can never be a disorder. It is never wrong to love someone- for you religious folks out there, God is supposed to love you, right? Even if you're bad? And you're supposed to love him back... even though all you have is blind faith that he is there. And some people think that there are people who God has forsaken completely- (God Hates Fags, anyone? :P)

Speaking of which, my little saying "love is never a disorder" comes in handy here. It isn't wrong for two people of the same sex to love each other romantically- would ANYONE'S God frown on that? And if he does, shame on him for making gays in the first place. And why do other people think that they have the right to say who people can love and who people cannot love? Why do people insist on butting into people's love lives and declaring them "sick" and "wrong"? Everyone has the right to love. Even aromantic people. They still have to capacity to love. Y'know, they don't really love romantically- hence the 'a'- but they still love.

And, no matter how you love someone (and I am not talking about sex here... get your minds out of the sewers) it is never wrong. I'll bet everyone here is thinking of the crazy people who love people so much they kidnap them and lock them up (think Mother Gothel) but, really, love is never the problem. (generally the person is just messed up anyway.) There are so many different and complicated ways you could love someone (and I am NOT an expert- please) that I couldn't possibly cover them all. But, just repeat this to yourself- love is not a disorder. Say it. Love is not a disorder. It never is. As long as you remember that, you will be healthy, wealthy, and wise.

But, don't get confused- love isn't a disorder, there is nothing inherently wrong with any kind of love, but it can be a problem. But I won't get into that here.

The Last Day!!

Today was my last day of school!! It was actually a short day, but it felt really long.

First, Ms. Liz told me I could ditch all of my classes. So I did. First hour, instead of going to Math, I went to Seminary (Mormon class) and listened to my friend's piano recital. Then we went to the choir room, then to Ms. Liz's room where we hung out for awhile, then they ditched me, and I wandered around the school randomly walking into class and randomly getting random signatures on my "yearbook" (a few sheets of paper stapled together). Then I wandered into an Honor's English class and had a party and found my friends again.

Then we went to the cafeteria and got lunch lady's signatures, as I played on my friends DSi. Then back to Ms. Liz's room, got more signatures, listened to the bells ring and totally disregarding the fact that they meant I should be in class.

Then I realized my bestest friend (Brittany of the Costume Department) was missing! I had not seen her all day! And I wouldn't see her all summer! And that would make me saddddd! So I left Ms. Liz's, went to my seventh hour and found her. She was very happy to see me, she thought that I wasn't there (because I had ditched all my classes) and it made her sad. And I finally told this horrible wanna be cool kid that he's an annoying insect and it made me HAPPY inside! My soul is in peace! Then Brittany and I signed each other's yearbooks and ditched 7th hour to go to Ms. Liz's room again, but only Bracken and Braxten were there. (Not that anyone knows who they are...)

we talked about Into the Woods, found out that Braxten had once played Rapunzel's Prince in Into the Woods, and lamented the fact that Brittany would die because she couldn't listen to Into the Woods. Then Ms. Liz came in and talked about it some more. Then I lost Brittany (again!!) when she went out to the football fields and I had to go find her and get free junk food. (yeeeaaahhh!)

Then Ciera (my friend with the DSi) tracked me down and took the DSi back. I pretty much wandered around the field for an hour and a half and then I found Brittany and her friends and laid in the sun and then I was told I would die so I went and climbed a tree and got bottles thrown at me as I sung Agony. Then I had to get down because the loudspeakers were singing Adieu! from Sound of Music and we all got on buses and the teachers stood in a line in front of the school waving little white hankerchiefs.

This was the best day of all year long. 

Love,
Tyler

Summer

Guess what? For like, the first time ever, something actually really good happened. Ms. Liz nominated me to go to a summer Drama camp!! :D Apparently they went to the drama teacher (Ms. Liz) and the choir teacher and asked who the best students were. A lot of people from the play (my friends!) are going to go. I've heard that it really fun, and we do a musical!

...

Sounds great, right?

Guess what? The camp is June 13-17th. Right when I'm gonna be in Wisconsin. So unless some miracle happens (I'm hoping that the date was a typo) I'm not going. I'm utterly heartbroken. But it's so STUPID! We should have known about this MONTHS ago! The freaking tuition is due tomorrow! We needed this information earlier; then we could have planned our trip to Wisconsin around it. And it sounded like so much fun. But I can't go. :'(

And guess what else? I had a terrible day today.

#1- Someone stole my art project. I had to start over.
#2- Today was the last edvisory. And I didn't even get my math done.
#3- I wrote an email to my health teacher asking why the worksheets weren't online and why some of my grades weren't in, and she announced that in front of the class. She said 'it made her want to scream' it 'was full of stupid questions' that 'the person who sent it hasn't been doing anything right' and crap like that. I didn't hate her before; I do now.
#4. At lunch, a whole bunch of freakish kids sat by me and tormented me
#5- I'm stuck with the worst English class in the history of the Universe. Just sayin'
#6- The kids in Spanish think they're so important.
#7- My grades suck.
#8- My mom yelled at me about it
#9- I'm stuck doing hours of homework now
#10- I can't go to the drama camp.




AARRRRRGGGGHHHHH

Love, Tyler

P.S. Sorry.

You're a Good Man Charlie Brown

For those of you that are familiar with musical theatre (*cough* Maddie *cough*) you may have heard of a little show called "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown". Yes. It is a musical about Charlie Brown! But it isn't bad... not at all. I love it. I'll put some of the songs on a playlist on here...sometime. Anyway. It isn't Sondheim, but I still think it's amazing. It's happy, upbeat, actually deals with some adultish issues, and gives a great message. It plus it is just plain fun. Fun fun fun.

Anyway, Ms. Liz says that she usually saves Charlie Brown for the ninth-grade theatre class. Well, next year I'm gonna be in the ninth-grade theatre class. And I am currently trying to get her to put it on next year. I have had two conflicting messages from her so far:

A conversation we had in her classroom before school started:


Me: So what are we going to do for the Children's Show next year?
Ms. Liz- I don't know. 
Me- Could we do Charlie Brown?
Ms. Liz- Well... (pauses for a moment as she swivels on her swivelly chair and stares at her Charlie Brown poster) I think we could do it. Yeah, we could do it again. 

So, practically a thumbs-up, right? Well, in a English journal I wrote to her, I said something like

"MS LIZZZZ WE NEED TO DO YOURE A GOOD MAN CHARLIE BROWN FOR THE CHILDRENS SHOW NEXT YEAR IT WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PPPPPLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

And she responded:

"Sorry, I just did that one a few years ago! :("

I'm very confused. I don't know what to think. AHHHHHHH

Love,

            Tyler