p.s.

oh yeah, and i DIDN'T get a boyfriend at the dance....though pabs was lookin' hot in his suit and ponytail.....yummy.

a dancin' and a prancin'

sigh.....the first dance of the year-destined to be memorable.......and painful. actually, it averaged out ok, but there were definite downs, stabbing awkwardness into the fun. i love her and all, but my friend didn't help much. she spent most of the time NOT dancing 'cause she was moping about her crush (who in her mind hates her with a fiery passion, though it's actually unsure) and sobbing hysterically over songs that "they always have to play!", though they're first timers. it was weiiiirrd, not to mention overdone in the worst way. she evidently reverted into her old ways of "i am the only one here-pay attention to ME!", which is no fucking fun for me. the tears fall and "ohmygod NIKA WHATS WRONG?!?!" and BOOM! just like that, i disappear, to mope about MY crush (yes, she's NOT actually the only one in the world with guy problems)....alone. fun.

more bout...guess what- ME!

surprise, surprise-i'm back. hi. sup? i just realized what gaps there are in your oh-so-important-knowledge of....guess who? ME! lessee....i believe in magical creatures, reincarnation, and i'm wiccan. ummm.....i live for love and my friends, and can't live without one or more crushes to dream about and obsess about with my friends. (that's not to say that they aren't serious-you should see how i act...it's pretty sad) my best friends are anika, jyoti, eve, shelley, amber, rix, and kale, but i have too many other friends to count. i'm currently madly in love with a friend of mine at school named pablo, and as far as i can tell, he's oblivious, it appears that asking somebody out does not, in fact, inform them of the subtle little fact that, WHOOPS! i like you. amazing, and rather sad. i pick some pretty dense guys to like....they're all hotties and really fun to hang out with though. hmmm.....what else.......oh yeah! i've been slowly dying from lack of love for the past few weeks, and i think that, (due to my lack of a boyfriend for the past, oh, 6 years or so) i'm going to collapse if i don't have a boyfriend by monday (a.k.a. val day). sigh. i can do this..........

Homecoming!

yayyyyyyyy! my mom's been in hawaii for the past week and tonight she's coming home! i'm so happpppppppppppyy! seriously, this house is NOT run well without my mom here. one downside to her return- she wants to move to hawaii now. i'm left to convincing her that, no, despite the fact that i adore hawaii and used to live there, unless she can cart all of my friends (and there are a lot i'd bring) with us, I WANNA STAY HERE. sorry, no can do. i'm rooted...probably has something to do with the 7 years or so she and my dad have already kept me here. oh, by the way, my volleyball tournament yesterday was kewl! we got second in the division one diamond finals. plus, WE GOT THE T-SHIRTS!!! the winning team got to choose between the t-shirts and some teddy bears. we didn't know why they chose the teddies until we got the shirts: read PUGET SOUND SUPER SUNDAY VOLLEYBALL TOURNAMENT 2003. cheapasses-can't even buy new t-shirts for a new tournament. they're still pretty cool though...and we get to show off at school that "i've got something to DO with my weekend when you're at home drooling over the t.v.". take that! hmmmm....oh yeah, who do i like.....to tell or not to tell the internet-load of readers......that's a hard one.......ah what the hell-it's not like I'M subtle about it or anything. ok, if you care (which you probably do if you're still reading), there's like three amazingly hot guys at my school- paul, stefan, and pablo.....sighhhh...........mannn they're fine.........though it makes me sound pretty pathetic and desperate (read: single), i HAVE asked all of them out in turn. "i have no time between two baseball teams", "i'm not into the girlfriend thing", and "i just want to be friends". you'd think i'd be permanently turned off guys, but nope. still obsessively devoted to their highnesses. all you out there who think you're unlucky 'cause your boyfriend lives "oh, no, not 20 minutes away!"....you got nothin' on me! my first and ONLY boyfriend ever was in 1st grade, at an age where you can't even logically call him my boyfriend. my first kiss was on a dare, and i have yet to have a first make-out session. sad huh. well, y'all are mahhhvelous and all, but i'm depressing myself, so i'm signin' out. night.