If you get the chance, you must DANCE DANCE DANCE!

Have you heard of Yael Naim, I think she is French? I'm not sure, but she sings "New Soul," which I love, and when I went to her page to listen to it, I noticed she had her own version of "Toxic," you know, the Brittany Spears song…? Yeah, it's pretty much amazing…haha...

My dad called me. Weird, I know. I haven't called him back. I said it was because of the time difference, and I couldn't remember if their providence did daylight savings or not…but truth is I'm just too scared. Chantelle Anne Chicken. My new name; it has a sort of ring to it, no?

You know what I just noticed? Whenever I talk about my dad I always say "them" like it's me vs. "them". That's pretty stupid, don't you think? I mean, they're family, aren't they? I suppose that would depend on your opinion of 'family'. Hmm, I sound like I am upset about that, but I'm not, I am totally content right now…it feels weird.

First semester is over, and I am sad to see it go, each day that passes is a day closer to the end of my high school career. I wasn't good at high school, but I really enjoyed it. What the heck does that even meen? I wasn't good at high school? I am so dumb sometimes. Whatever. This year, senior year, has been the best so far, I'm not ready to see it go. In fact, the more I focus on what leaving WHS will be like, the more I am reminded of fifth grade; I did not want to go into middle school. I was going to have a locker?!?!?!! What if I couldn't open it? And how was I supposed to get to my next class in only four minutes??? And then I cried a little the first day of sixth grade, but by day two, and day three, and day 137, I was fine! I loved sixth grade, as much as one loves being at the bottom of the food chain!

This time however, it's not just about leaving my environment, it's about leaving literally everything and one I know and love. Will my friends still be my friends in five years? Will I keep in touch with most of them? What about college? What is that going to be like? Why do I have so many questions?

On another note, I have to retake Healthful Living, I am actually really livid about this, and will be able to explain it in detail later, right now the mere thought of it is causing me to steam…just so you know though, I DID NOT fail it the first time…(I had to drop it due to illness, and took it online instead, but there is nothing available for me to take in fifth period besides it…so here we go again penis's). Why did I just explain it after I said I wasn't going to?? And what is with these questions???

My hands a really cold, like ice!

I started reading a new book. Just finished the first chapter and it already made me cry. Haha. I am such a sap. Whatever. It's called Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac, by Gabrielle Zevin, she wrote Elsewhere, as well. That book made me cry too, really hard. Not sob, just got me thinking, and once I started thinking…and I started crying…I sort of cry a lot…sometimes. Anyways, It was about afterlife, even though it was really about how to live. It was really intense, and even though I don't believe in reincarnation, I couldn't help fall in love with the beauty of Zevin's morbidity. It's funny how it often takes losing something/one to understand how much you needed 'em.

Speaking of books and such, I have not worked on my "novel" (haha, novel!) since um, awhile. I have this elaborate plan; I know it's plot, I know its theme, I know which chapter I will cry in while I'm writing it (again with the crying!?!), I know which characters will change and which won't…what I don't know, is why I have all this information on a complete fictional character and why the story is so sad…?

I've always been a sad-book kind of girl. Summer of my German Soldier, Stones of Mourning Creak, Making the Run, The Alison Rules, not crappy teenage love stories gone wrong, books about death and how screwed up life can be. At the same time though, pure happy endings make me believe in magic. And isn't that the point of books? To make you believe in them? Why else are there stories about princesses? I mean, why would Meg Cabot be making millions off her Princess Diaries, series if people didn't secretly wish that they could be Mia? Go to bed an ugly duck, wake up a rich, pretty (after some make-up tips) and a princess? Seriously, Princess fairy? You know where I live right?

Ahh, okay, this was the biggest waste of blog space ever, but that's okay, I only have I think two real readers, maybe only one (hi Catherine!). I think I am going to go read some more, take a shower and go to bed. Mmm, bed. Sleep is good.

Peace, Love and ME!