TALK ABOUT ROMANTIC!!!
Nothing will beat 6:45AM, August 24, 2009, for a long while. This morning was my first day as a senior in high school, so I wanted to be up, ready, and early. So, I set my clock for and woke up at 6:15am. I got dressed, brushed teeth, did hair, put on make up, and was picking out an orange for breakfast when I heard my phone ringing in my bedroom. Daniel had promised to call me before 7:00am when I was planning to leave for school. So, the call at 6:45am didn’t surprise me and I knew just who it was. I pick up the phone in my room and greet my love. He says, “Go look out the back. I’m standing out here”. I’m like, “No you’re not. Don’t say things like that. I’ll believe them”. He’s like, “I’m serious. I’m really out here”. “You had better not be kidding me or I’m gonna hurt you”. Sure enough, there he was. He had driven back from oak hill to stand there that very morning. Through the black “iron” gate that surrounds the apartment complex I currently live in, he stood behind. He looked perfect. He walks up to the fence, and I knew just what he was going to say/ask.
“…will you go out with me?”
“You mean you want me to be your girlfriend?” with a giggle.
“Yes, I do.”
“Then, yes.”
So, we’re finally “official”. He technically expressed to Uncle Rick of his interest in me and his desire to talk-talk to him. And Uncle Rick must like him, because he’s only said good things about him and stood up with the rest of the few of us the represented Daniel’s family at our True-Love-Waits, Purity Covenant ceremony on Sunday. Plus, he and Aunt Carol told Daniel that no matter what happens they consider him family. So, they may not have had the TALK-talk. But, Daniel has promised that when the opportunity presents itself when both he and uncle Rick’s (work) schedules are free and they can talk, he will. But, after talking with mom, Daniel has met the things I’ve been looking for and the standards I’ve set. We know and respect the boundaries. So, now…
We have the title.
Daniel C. is MY boyfriend.
&
I, Etta D., am HIS girlfriend
OFFICALLY.

After that bright wonderfully memorable morning, my car broke down and had to be pushed to another spot to be jumped, just to get caught in (freshmen) parent panic drop off, to not have a spot in the senior parking area, to get me at school just in time for the bell but not in time to know where I’m going, leave me at a school that made me wait in a line to get books that turned around to tell me to wait until my English class goes to get my books even though—here’s the kicker—I duel enrolled like a good little school trained drone for my English credit which left me WITHOUT an English class this year, then I was told to come back TOMORROW and wait in line AGAIN at lunch, which is… ok…since the group of friends I hang out with GRADUATED, so its not like I had anyone at any one spot anyway. Finally, I get back out to my car, have a nice conversation with Rachael A. Then, I go to get in my car…Guess who broke down AGAIN! I chased down Cheeto and an unidentified friend who attempted to jump my car, but in the end a nice sheriff lady riding around in the parking lot got me going so I could drive home. I had no ac, no radio, no clock, and a light was signaling my truck even though it was firmly closed and LOCKED. But what do I know? The locks on the car both key pad and in the door failed. So, I had to manually lock even door I had opened. Oi…. Why? WHY!?
THIS is what I get when I ask the Lord to help me with the “virtue” of patience. So…. BEWARE.
My FINAL schedule (unless I change it when things cool down):
AP Psychology… Poulsen
~No videos he says. Lots of textbook reading, he says. I hope I like this class. I hope I didn’t beg Mrs. Turp for this class for nothing. I hope I can handle this.
Food Prep…Shelton
~Stupidest class EVER. I hate this class. The students are so dumb and noisy and immature. I would have smacked the kids next to me in my FAR BACK OF THE ROOM “assigned seat” had the Lord not held me back. Oi…Thankfully, the senior review was during that period so I was able to escape……today.
Cermaics II…Allen
~It just isn’t the same without Daniel. Not even kidding. He was the only person worth talking to in the class, and only the annoying kids from our class are in my current class. Not all are annoying, but it was just depressing. I like Ceramics and 3D art. So, I suppose I shall “make the best of it”. She’s also my “homeroom” teacher, fyi.
Stageworks…DeMarsico
~It be awesomeness! Amazing! A year a thrill! ‘Nuff Said.
Adv Alg/Finaces…Bacha
~Not a fan of math, but I gotta keep my math “skills” up to date so that I don’t drown in college. She sounds and seems like a descent person and good teacher. I might end up liking this class.
Amer Economics Hon…Ossler
~DUDE, my classroom is a courtroom. No lie! It’s pretty sweet. This guy seems real, and totally aw4some and it sounds like a class that deals with the real world opposed the crap they force you to learn just to graduate.
Spanish 2…Gavilanes
~SO happy that I got Gavilanes. She’s an awesome teacher. And I remembered a good amount of Spanish from last year. I’m excited and nervous about this year en el espanol.

And…That’s my schedule.

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On another note…

Mom and I were driving to CiCi’s Pizza for lunch after church one afternoon, not so long ago. There we were in my car, I was behind the wheel, searching for a parking spot as we skirted through the busy yet calm parking lot. I came up to the pedestrian walk and saw no one there at first, but as I lightly pressed the gas pedal to give it that extra “oomph”, mom freaks out. She points and scolds, “Did you even see those kids!? You could have hit them!” No, mom was not hallucinating. There were in fact a small collection of children waiting at the end of the pedestrian walk who had arrived there just as I had. But what mom hadn’t seemed to have seen was that the parents were 10 feet behind the children trying to keep up. Luckily, these were good children who, upon arriving at the cross, stopped and looked back at the adults before crossing. In that moment of pause and retrospect, I took off and passed the scene. I explained this to mom who was still rather flustered. In a frustrated, food-focused tone, I commented, “I was paying attention and even if the children had run into the road in front of me I would have slammed the gas.” Long Pause. “You know what I meant.”
That is so typically life. You think you’ve figured everything out and that you understand yourself, but all it takes is one Freudian slip to make you take a moment and rethink everything. “Would I have hit those kids? Was I paying attention? Why did I say gas and not brake? Am I just hungry? Am I a kid murder? What kind of a monster am I that my hunger over takes my ability to protect the children? OH THE HUMANITY!”
To be quite honest, it’s rather irritating.
Sometimes, life is just cruel on its own. My love, Daniel (who will probably scold me for mentioning him), is a perfect example of this simple and ironic cruelty.
In a desperate attempt at independence and manhood, he set out this summer working two strenuous, time and energy consuming jobs in an effort to save up for a decent car, among other things. The end of summer was threatening, and he still didn’t have quite enough. So, since his mother no long wished to continue to care for her van, she gave it to him. This car wasn’t cheap. It needed several repairs before it was (Etta approved) safe to drive and to ride in. Though it pained him deeply to pour a majority of his saved money into the car, it was all he had and it was what the money was saved up for anyway, wasn’t it? When the van was in working order, he was so thrilled. I don’t think I’ve seen a kindergarten carrying wet glue pasted macaroni art with as much pride as Daniel with his van who he fondly refers to as “Cassandra”. Wouldn’t you know it, that (sorry, babe) tin can broke down one day at work! I believe it was the starter or something related to the starter. So, once more, he had to call for help and—gulp—owe his parents money for the part (which they bought for him!). I think the only thing worse than owing your parents money is owing the government money. Either way, if you don’t pay or pay soon enough, you’re gonna be hurting. Apparently not all parents (and families for that matter) are as “forgiving” and “understanding” as mine.
Fortunately, as is well now, well as for the van. Which got me thinking, I’m totally doomed. I am so far from financial independence that a toddler could be through into the world and have just as high of a survival rate. That is, until I’m 18 (Nov 29, 2009). There are a lot more job opportunities when you’re 18 or older. Well, unless I plan to work in a bar (21), which I definitely don’t plan to do. So, 18 is gonna be my freedom year. Then again, the economic situation of this country doesn’t seem to be getting any better. So, I’ll be competing with a much bigger crowd. Yikes! Thankfully, I have something lined up for when I turn 18, a job that is. It’s nothing huge and I’m not even sure it will work for me. But if everything goes right, I’ll be one step closer to financial independence and one step further from level toddler.
Speaking of young ones, I’ve been having flash backs to my freshmen year. I know, I know. “What do you mean, I thought you were a freshmen?” Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny. I just so happens, that I am “technically” a freshman in college seeing that I completed my first college class (Freshmen English) this summer. But, I was referring to high school freshmen days. Oh, the memories, the culture shock, the revealing of the “modern” barbaric world, as we know it. The shattered dreams, the severed hearts, and the shallow souls. Ah, High School. What would we do without it?
They tell me I’m a senior this year. “W00T”. Class of 2010! “One Oh, You Know!” Oi… I don’t think I’m ready. I mean, “Wow, I’m so excited!! The final BIG year!!!” But, I don’t know. I’m really kinda nervous. Is senior year really that great?

…What do you think on things?:
What year in school is the best? Why?
And…
Why have a deviantart?
Seriously, I’m scared of plagiarism at least with my writings, ya know?

What’s the deal with social friend sites?
What’s better: Twitter? Facebook? Myspace? Etc…
Why even have one of those?

These are just a few questions I have that I would appreciate it if people commented back on. Thanks all!

-Etta

So, Mrs. Robinson isn’t here… AGAIN. Go figure that she would join the seemingly 99.999999% of people suppose to be on campus who have either decided to skip or rush the attendance office and swipe check out passes. She sends her class to another room since through a note on the door. And of course the room she sends us (meaning me and ONLY me) to is dark with the door locked…..

…So I went to the Media Center. They like me here.

This isn’t like last year. Sure, I plan to whip out my MP3 and set it to play “What Time Is It” from High School Musical 2 like last year as I exit the Media Center on the last day of school. But this year is NOT last year.

This year, I’m alone: No best friend. No annoy perverted pedophile guy (who little did I know would transform into my romantic interest by the end of this year), etc…

No laughing with others who are in the Media Center about my final song choice, our plans, my retarded PowerPoint that I made last minute to amuse Sylvia. No discussing books read, and writing, none of that. I sit and look around at an empty Media Center—with the exception of one girl I’ve never seen in my life and Mr. Hughes. I’m not in a cheery enough mood to make a PowerPoint and even if I was there is no one even remotely close to my retard level who would appreciate it. It’s not even sunny outside with any sort of welcoming attitude about the weather. It’s stormy, afternoon thunder and rain glare does nothing but worsen my already depressed and agitated mood. And the one person to whom I would actually enjoy spending time with is in the Emergency Room waiting to get cut open to relieve pain.

So “Happy End of the Year”, “Have a Great Summer”, I hope you trip in the burning sand and choke on you PB&J’s as you fry yourself in a desperate attempt to attain a TAN. But what do I know? With all those Twilight geeks out there, pale is probably in. ‘Cause gosh knows it looks like I'VE got a head start. “Whoopee!”.

Syl’s probably like, “My poor Etta D!”


………..GLOMP THIS!

*Sigh*…. Don’t take offense to my angry-ness. I wuv you people. I’m just sad, and upset. And this day doesn’t even feel like a last day of school. It’s so depressing and sad. It’s more like the day before the first day of school. Ugh. Don’t trip or choke, or get sunburn. And it wouldn’t be even have bad except now, I’m worrying about Daniel. He’ll prolly get on my case for mentioning him. “Yeah… bring ME into this….” But w/e…

If you still love me: comment.

—(hardly a senior) Etta

I am SO EXCITED! So, I kinda figured I would get it, but I was still totally nervous and anxious about it, but OMGosh I got it! Me! Etta!

…..Oh, silly me…. I haven’t told you all exactly what it is I “got”.

Historian.

I, Etta June, as a senior next year, will have the honor and (hopefully) great joy of being…. Historian of the International Thespian Society Troupe #5340!

Which really means I’m Historian of:
~ITS Troupe #5340
~Stageworks Theatre Company
~Drama Club


Wow! How neat is that!? I know, I know…. I sound like such an oober dork…. But in all actuality… I AM.

Thank you ALL who voted for me.

And…

Thanks to all of you actually taking the time to read all of this animated blabbing.

As for now, I must go.

But if you love me: remember to comment.

~>Etta

Test typing… HELP ME! I’m in this class sub place for Mrs robinson’s class…and well…this guy’s a jerk. He’s the same guy that Daniel did the education video for. OMG. HELP ME! He just yells at us. Snaps at us to be quiet. To basically a sit down and shut up. He doesn’t tolerate any noise whatsoever. So, if my type is wacked out. I apologize. I have the type in white lettering on a word document so that he can’t see what it is I’m typing. He scares me. At first he yelled at me for raising my hand. Then he suddenly let me raise my hand. He didn’t even let me talk to ask my question. So I pointed to the computer which he let me use. I walked up to his desk when I first got nto this class and he won’t let me go to the media center. I’m SO HUNGRY! And I usually eat a bag of chips during 7th. It’s obvious I can’t do that in here. He frickin’ yelled at pople to take their food outside. They only had 2 minutes to chug everything they had outside. “You are n’t gonna sit and eat outside all day”…Rawr rawr rawr rawr rawr. SAVE ME!!!! Sudden;y Sigler’s 5th period seems like Heaven. Adrians PE class even sounds nice right now. Ok…maybe not Sigler’s class… *shiver shiver* I think he’s on the phone with mrs robinson now. Isn’t that sick!? He’s making us be as quiet as mice so he can have a casual conversation with robinson or whoever else he’s shooting the breeze with. This is like detention. My stomach grumbles, as I look back at him in fear of my life*…..SOS!!!! I’m not even sure what that’s SUPPOSE to mean anyway…. Except that people stranded on islands write t* that in the sand in all the movies and shows. Something tells me that he’s not gonna let me out early like Mrs robinson does either….ugh. I hate this class. I don’t like him. And…BY GEORGE I’m starving!!! *sigh.* …. “…Can’t you hear me baby, singing SOS……How can I (how can I), even try (even try), to go on….”—“SOS” Mamma Mia. ….Greaaaaattttttt…Now we’re watching an antidrinking video. What FAKES. They got the gangsta gangstas, the preppy girls. The phony adults and the corny host. Sheesh…this must be the half way point to living hell. For the millionth time: SAVE ME!!!! HELP ME!!!! And BRING FOOD!!!!! I’m just waiting for the “Remember to spay and neutor your pets!” tagline…. *rolls eyes*…….2:21PM….UGH!!! could time be going any slower….I wonder what chips I brought? I bet it’s the typical Doritos and Cheetos.. Maybe I have MORE then 2 bags…. Maybe Daniel will give me chocolate when I go to his house after school to fit my dress for prom…. I wonder how far she got? Ms Michelle is so a good sewer.. Is that a word? AAm I that deprived of civilized free world that I’m forgetting how to speak and write correct Engliosh!? OMG!!! My neck hurts…. I hate it when you’re taking a test and you have to look down for SO LONG that your neck starts hurting, then tou can’t focus on the test cuase of your neck. Then you start wondering how much time you have left for the test. OMG Now we have assigned seats. Please ignore me. Please let me stay at the computer. It’s my ONLY sanity….. Alright… I’m going for my water bottle. How anorexic sosounding is it that I know that if I drink water my stomach will temporarily by satified and It won’t demand food? Pray for me, I’m leaning for the water bootle now…..Darn it. After I swallowed the only gulp I got the retriever, I changed the color of the font so I could see how bad I was screwing up my typing in my secret/paniced/frantic typing… I noticed that I hadn’t typed Sigler’s… Instead it turned on to be “Adirna’s”…No LIE! I was like, how in the WORLD did THAT happen. I only have 15 minutes left…. OI… ONLY? What the heck!? ONLY 15 minutes… more like… PLEASE!!! MAY THE TIME GO ON FASTER!!! PLEASE!!!! I’m goning to attempt to post this on DA so the world can know of my suffering…. OI… Here I go…. I typed in the site into the search engine.. It’s finding an it and trig t to find It. I’m on da now. Trying to typ ein my info….here I go. I’m checking messages…. Wonder what I’ll find. OH my gosh the internet is so slow on this computer…..sheesh….. Sylvia… lol… I can always count on you to message me and fav my stuffs and well…by there for me… be a friend Sylvia!!! SAVE ME!!!!!! *sniff*……..2:37pm….Almost there. I can do it. Survive…The film is talking about 17 y/ boys dieing in car crashes… heart not happy. Sad…. (You’re NOT allowed to drink and die ok peoples… NOT COOL> Not Cool.)…. I just watch the clock now. I just watch… “Can you feel the love tonight, the peace the evening brings………..He’s holding back he’s hiding, but what I can’t deicded. Why won’t he be the king I kow he is, the king I see inside…….and if he falls in love tonight, it can be assumed, his carefree days with us are history, in short our pal is doomed.” It’s stuck in my head. Anway… G2g. Hope I can post it in time….


-Etta

(If I live to see/hear/read from you again.)

I’m so bored. I’m sitting in 2nd period, Mr. Brown isn’t here, so we are basically doing nothing. And since I have computer access here, I totally checked in here. I tried messaging Daniel (DA says he’s online right now), but he hasn’t written me. Figures.

So the class has been having a Brain Bowl type session trying to think up the best trivia to ask the class. All kinds of random stuff has been brought up. Everything from the Mona Lisa to Toucan Sam, Sports to art, from Dancing to Broccoli. I actaully knew stuff about Broccoli. How it grows, what it looks like, that’s it flowers, that its flowers are yellow, and that when it flowers it’s too late to cut and eat, etc… Never thought our church community garden would effect me here at school.

I’ll be back online/DA during 7th period. So, you people mgith or might not get another jounral today. I’m in a DA journal mood. I don’t know why… Meh…

If you love me: comment, fav, watch, etc…

Etta