Got my headshots taken today and had entirely too much fun being the center of attention. The guy who took them is also a make up artist so he did my make up (I think I have at least a pound of make up on right now). I'm very grateful for that because if I tried to do it I'd look like a little girl playing with her mother's make up. We took a ton of pictures and I changed clothes about four times. He said I reminded him of Kate Hudson. Do you think they get paid more to say things like that?

I feel weird taking headshots. That was always the sort of thing that I was like "Yeah, headshots, cool, I'll get them...someday" and fully expected not to get them for 5 more years or something like that. But this is good. And it was a present from my grandmother, and maybe now I'll have more motivation to audition for things.

Grr, speaking of auditions, I have to go into school on Tuesday to see about this appealing thing. I hope I can get this stuff out of the way quickly so I can enjoy my senior year.

Hmm..this is a boring post...oh well, nobody's reading it anyway.

Okay, time to take this make up off 'cause it's making me itchy...eek.

Got my schedule FINALLY. 6th lunch (yay! A lunch!). They managed to give me two maths, pre-calc and alg 2/trig which will have to be fixed because there is no way in hell I'm taking two maths. If I had it my way, I'd be taking no maths, but oh well, I'll pretend to be an overacheiver for once. They also put me in the wrong English class. And I hold on to my record for number of times to get a totally screwed up schedule!

Here's the schedule as it stands:

1 - Orch
2 - Chamber Choir
3 - Pre-Calc
4- Gym (4th gym?! Wtf?!)
5- Bio (with Mrs. Hershey! Yay!)
6 - Lunch (about damn time)
7 - Psychology/Sociology
8 - Alg 2/Trig (no fucking way am I taking two maths, especially since this one is with Klemer)
9 - Lit Soc Crit (which is wrong and I'm supposed to be in Lit Inquiry and Creative Writing...this is the one I'm most worried about, hopefully I'll be able to switch)

So who has 6th lunch?

Oh yeah, and I'm getting headshots tomorrow. Kind of scared and wondering why the hell am I getting headshots, but I guess we'll just see how they turn out and if I ever feel like actually auditioning for anything.

Too much going on, brain going to explode. I'm gonna go play with my camera some more, that should make me feel better.

I think I'm giving up on netcomments. Grr. If anyone wrote me a comment while I was away, let me know. Stupid .coms.

My mom got me book sox. They're kinda ugly, but oh well. Maybe I won't need them? Ha, right, 'cause I won't have any books this year. Suuuuure.

Somebody make me get up at a reasonable time tomorrow. This whole sleeping till 1 thing is getting old.

I have lots of things to do today. And they all start with not being in pajamas anymore. That's the most difficult step.

Guess who got a brand new digital camera! Woo! You know you're jealous...

So I'm a dork and tried taking pictures of myself...man am I ugly. Remind me never to do that again. I got maybe one picture that I liked. I'm going to blame it for now on the fact that taking pictures of yourself usually ends up making you look weird looking and that the flash was on and I'm not wearing make up (not that I usually do, but if I know my picture's going to be taken I'll put some on) so I look extra pale on camera (which is SO scary, btw).

Grr, the batteries are running out already. There's gotta be some way to prevent that...maybe the batteries that came with it just suck? Probably not, but oh well, it's still cool.

My goals for the upcoming school year:

-Get good grades (note: this is my goal every year and I usually fail miserably)
-Make new friends (really want to stick to this one this year, although after going to school with the same people for four years it seems unlikely I'll suddenly find all these new people to make friends with. There are always people I'd like to be better friends with of course, so that could count as new friends...sort of.)
-Actually sing something in solo night/cabaret night instead of just saying I want to and then letting the deadline pass without even looking for music
-Be less self-concious (riiiiight)
-Be more outgoing (kind of the same as above, but more positive sounding)
-Stop sitting around at home all the time when I could be out doing things (especially important since I'll have a car and a license and there's no point in wasting them)
-I've run out of goals and am just bored and feel like making a list of stupid things

Is anybody even reading this?

Read this. It makes me fear for the future of the free world.

Wow, just read my last post. Why don't more people think I'm a raging bitch? I don't understand.

Just got back from running my little errands. Got pictures developed (highly disappointing, my mom apparently stole my camera when I wasn't looking and took lots of pictures of people I don't recognize or care about from the family reunion), and went to the mall to buy CD's and see if I could find cheap clothes. I did all this alone which was kinda sad, but actually more efficient than going with other people 'cause there was no one there to compare tastes and prices with. It's much easier when you can say "I like this. And it's cheap. So I'll buy it."

Got the new Coldplay CD and Norah Jones and was going to get a Linkin Park CD (that's right, I just said that I like Coldplay and Linkin Park in the same sentence) but all they had was weird imported one in Japanese or something. Blech.

This is a really boring post. I need to do more interesting things with my time.

Update: Still no schedule. And still no comments. Someone's out to get me.

Also: The S curves are fun.

Old people are fucking rude. My grandmother keeps inviting herself over, no matter how many times I tell her it's not a good time or I'm in no shape to see people (i.e. still in pajamas, not feeling well, there's construction guys at the house, etc.). Or even better, she'll show up unannounced for no reason except she was "in the neighborhood".

Grr.

Okay, I'm done now, time to go pretend I'm really happy that she decided to drop by for absolutely no reason what-so-ever other than to ask me annoying questions like why do I sleep so late and why won't I let her bring me food since it's obvious that I have no skills at using a stove or a microwave.

Hmm..yeah...I'm really done bitching this time.

It's 9:08 AM...why am I awake?

Just talked to Molly from VASSAR. This is too weird.

I'm the last known teenager on my street. I feel so alone.

Ever notice how everyone seems to go insane at once? I think that makes it easier than going insane by yourself. At least you know you're not the only one.

A lot of people I know are going a little crazy right now. But at least we're all crazy together.

Brain melted. Comments still not working. :::stabs comments website:::

I really feel like I'm about to fall over right now and I haven't even done anything all day. Not good. Complete sentences failing me.

Going to see my movie on September 6th. Very excited and scared at the same time.

More later when my brain has unmelted.

And here comes my old friend boredom.....
...Oh boredom, how I've NOT missed thee.

Also...why do people think it's cool to ask me stupid questions about things I obviously don't care about? Just stop trying, I don't want to talk to you, damnit!

And one last thing...WHY DON'T MY COMMENTS WORK?!

What's the point without comments?

Went to the movies with Kaity and got pissed off by annoying little 8th grade boys who were talking. Then went to Maplewood Diner and had the nicest waitress ever who gave us the leftover milkshake stuff and didn't think it was strange for two girls who looked like anorexic 12 year olds to walk in at 10:00 at night and barely order any food.

AND I didn't get lost once. Except that time when I missed Kait's house again...but that's 'cause she lives in the middle of nowhere.

I hate the center of town. It's always full of snobby people who pretend not to see me or 8th graders who think they're too cool to have lives. That's one of the things that's cool about NYC. There's always somewhere to go and it's easy to avoid people you don't want to see.

I'm going to stop writing since I'm starting to sound like one of those people who lock themselves in their houses and only come out to get food because they hate the human race so much.

And I'm sleepy.

GRRR!!! MOLLY LEFT WHILE I WAS GONE!!! WTF IS WITH EVERYONE LEAVING WHILE I'M NOT HERE?!?!

:-(

College is evil. It steals all my friends away and puts them in places I can't get to 'cause I STILL can't drive on the highway.

My comments are not working. :::takes sledgehammer to computer:::

Anyway, I'm back from a weekend of family filled fun. Lots of adventure. Lots obnoxious relatives. Lots of people trying to convince me to go to college in their state.

Okay, there weren't that many obnoxious relatives. But there were enough. And there was lots of adventure.

The night we got there some kids pulled the fire alarm and set off the fire extinguishers at one in the morning. The chemicals from the extinguishers looked like big smoke clouds so everyone thought it was a real fire and started running around and screaming in their pajamas. My two baby cousins were the calmest people there. The four year old slept on her grandmother's lap through the whole thing and the almost two year old decided she wanted to draw and eat pretzels while we waited for the fire department to clear the chemicals from the halls.

Saturday was fairly boring. Went horseback riding on Sunday with my dad and my cousins. My horse was named Ace and it hated me. It tried to run me into some bushes.

And now I'm back and very bored and frustrated that my schedule hasn't come yet. Oh yes, and I'm going to see Austin Powers (again) with Kaity tonight.

Must go. Just got new Delia's catalogue. Must shop.

Family reunion time...adios amigos.

Just said goodbye to Josh.

Life is not fair. We should all have remote controls that can pause time and then you'd never have to miss people because you could just pause time and no one would have to leave.

I would write more...but I don't really want to.

:-(

What happens when you go on a ten day road trip and forget to do laundry for the next four days after you get home? You end up wearing a skirt and a skank top and hoping that they match. Saw Army of Darkness last night. Soooo funny. Do you think I could get away with changing my name to Sheila? I don't know why I think that's so funny...but who names a medieval whore...I mean love interest...Sheila?

And now I have to go dry my hair before it becomes one big giant frizzy mess...the things I do for vanity.

I can't be positive, but I'm pretty sure that I had a dream about being a world famous wrestler...either that or getting beat up by a world famous wrestler...

Can't sleep and feel shitty and sad and blah. Don't really feel like writing either, but whatever.

I hate allergies. And I hate family reunions. And I hate that summer's ending. And this whole growing up thing is really overrated.

Hmm...drama queen much? This is what happens when it's 5:30 in the morning and I'm still awake and I really don't want to be.

You know you love my pretty new counter.

And I figured out how to put links on the side, I'm very proud of myself.

Found my favorite shirt today. Yay! And I managed to not get tomato sauce on it when I had pizza. Double yay!

I'm so bored....

I was dreading the thought of doing nothing today, but then I ended up doing a lot of things. Which can only mean that it's good to have low expectations. Right?

Went to the mall with Kaity. That was a bit of an adventure. We thought we were going to end up in Canadia...um...Canada (haha, I love inside jokes, I get to laugh at all you people who don't understand them). We made it, even survived the S curves and we never accidently got on the highway, so I call it a success.

Someone remind me to go to Gadzooks the next time I go to Livingston mall. They have the best stuff there, but I didn't have enough money. I ended up getting this notebook and folder and pen at Sam Goodie with the Happy Bunny on it. Like this:



Except that they're all black and say "School prepares you for the real world...which also sucks". My parents saw them and thought I was turning into a crazy angst-ridden teen. :::evil grin:::

Almost ended up in Newark while taking Kaity home. Oops. Kind of missed her street and had to turn around and then missed it again and it was very funny. And all Kait's fault, I swear. (Ha, she's gonna beat me up)

Got home and was bored for awhile, then Josh called and I began the big battle with my parents about how long I could stay out. My mom started off with "Be home by 11," so I countered with, "Am I ever going to get to stay out later than that?". I followed that with asking to stay out till 12 which got me to 11:30. I should have gone for 12:30, but I doubt that would have done anything except piss her off. I added that Josh was leaving for college and I wouldn't see him for a long time and we never did anything bad or illegal (um...right...hehe) which got me "Well I don't want you out till all hours of the night. Let me know what you're doing and then I'll see if you can stay out late." Never figured out what we were doing, so the curfew stayed at 11:30. It was a small victory, at least.

When I left she said something like, "I'm not going to let you stay out late if you're just hanging out in the park,". So I promised her we wouldn't hang out in the park. Instead, we went and hung out in the reservation. (evil laughter goes here). Played with his laptop which is heavy enough to be an actual computer and could probably heat an entire room, talked on the phone with Emma, saw Priya, and went to 7-11.

He's leaving Saturday. This is unaccepatble. I think I'll have to lock him in the basement or something so he can't leave. Beware, Josh, beware.

Would write more, except there is a cat on my lap and it's hard to type and pet a cat at the same time. And I have the feeling that I talk too much anyway.

I'm back. Hooray! I survived! Barely...

My family set a new record for pissing each other off on car trips. It only took 15 minutes this time. My mom was frustrated with my dad, my dad was frustrated with my mom for being frustrated at him and I was already starting a countdown in my head as to how much longer I'd be stuck with these two.

Saturday and Sunday was a lot of driving. Monday was an information session and tour of Ohio University. It was nice, although it was kind of far away (11 hours by car) and they kept saying things like, "Oh yeah, don't worry if it takes you 6 years to graduate...whatever". I decided I could probably apply to Ohio right now even with my shit grades from last year and still get in because of SAT's. After that, went back to the hotel and fell asleep for awhile (that's what happens when you stay up till 3:30 and wake up at 8). Nothing very interesting.

Got to my Aunt's house on Tuesday. I love her pets. The two dogs are getting old, but they're so sweet. Her yellow lab, Ruby, has a torn ligament or something in her back leg that didn't heal right and limps all over the house. But she's still perfectly happy and panting and wagging her tail all the time. The chocolate lab, Buster, thinks it's a puppy and climbs up onto the sofa with you and uses your lap for a pillow. He's huge and probably weighs more than me. And her cats are much nicer than my cat, who thinks people are chew toys.

Did I just spend an entire paragraph talking about pets? You can't blame me, there was nothing else to talk about. It was Indiana. And not even a big city or anything, it's a tiny little rural town with no movie theater and not even a place to rent movies. I'm not even sure they have a supermarket. Big moths kept attacking me while I was trying to sleep and one of the cats adopted my bed, which I didn't mind except that he'd get freaked out any time I moved and refused to help me get rid of the moths.

We all went to Indianapolis on Saturday to see a minor league ball game. ZZzzzzzZZZzzzz. It wasn't the Yankees and the only people with me were my parents and aunt and uncle, so I didn't really care about the game. I decided staring into the out field would be just as much fun as actually watching the game, if not more. Although the fat guy dancing to the YMCA during the 7th inning stretch was pretty funny. My mom was disgusted. "He kept....gesturing," was her response. I just told her he looked like he needed the workout anyway.

Sunday we left Indiana (about damn time) and went to Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh's nice and has these gothic cathedral's all over. At least where I was they were all over. They were really nice but kind of scary at the same time. They have this place at the University of Pittsburgh that they call the Cathedral of Learning that kind of reminded me of the tower at CHS except ten times bigger and scarier.

We took a tour of U of Pitt. The tour guide was cool, although he reminded me a lot of Mr. Duncan. Except less southern and less...how do I put this delicately...gay. I tried the delicate thing. Didn't work. I liked the school a lot and it's not 11 hours away so I'll definitely apply there as soon as the first marking period is over and I have better grades to show them.

And today we got home to a ton of mail and my cat meowing her head off. Home sweet home.

Oh yeah...I watched way too much Disney Channel this week. The stuff on there's not even that good, but sooo addicting. I could actually feel my brain turning to mush. So much fun.

I should be doing pre-trip things, but I don't feel like it.

Not that I really have anything to write about right now...hmm...maybe I should have thought out this "waste time by posting on my blog" plan.

Tried calling someone this morning to be told they were still asleep. That didn't work as well as planned, either. (Guess that person will have to send me even more e'mail's to make it up to me. ;-P)

I'm sleepy. Fell asleep sometime around 5:30 and was woken up at 9:15 after very strange dreams that I can't remember very well, only that they were strange.

And now I have to go carry cardboard boxes to the car to be taken to the dump or something like that. I don't know why we're doing this now, but whatever. In case I don't get to update again (which I probably won't unless I'm trying to avoid things again), I'll miss you guys. Write me e'mails or send me letters or things like that. E'mail's better 'cause there's the possibility of checking it while there (if my Aunt and Uncle have the internet, which I'm not sure they do...how they could not have the internet I'll never understand, but they live in Indiana, after all.). So....out of things to say now. See you in ten days! Bye!

Went out flying planes with Josh today (who else would I be hanging out with? :-P). And the other Josh. And the other Josh's brother. It was a lot less confusing then it sounds, really. It was a lot of fun, despite the weird Millburn kid who decided planes were the bestest things ever and wanted to shoot rockets at Josh's plane (or something like that).

There was a bug problem, though. I'm now discovering a lot of random bug bites on my arms and legs. And possibly on my eyebrow. WTF?

Got home and had an argument with my mom about curfews and how it makes no sense that I have the earliest curfew of anyone even though I'm the most reliable teenager they know. I always come home on time, and if I don't, I call first. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do drugs. I'm really very boring and I get teased by all the other kids (poor sad me). I don't understand why they don't trust me enough to let me stay out late. It's very fucked up, there will probably be a loooong discussion about this sometime during our trip.

I think the reason I don't want to go away tomorrow is because I'm afraid I'm going to miss out on stuff here. I hate missing out on stuff. I'm also afraid that I'm going to be really grumpy for the whole trip, which would really suck. I like seeing my Aunt and Uncle. And I should be excited about visiting colleges.

Blah, I hate being in a bad mood. And I really wanted this to be a happy upbeat post because it's all you're gettin' for the next ten days. All three of you who actually read this. Or more like two. And since one of you is going away, too, it's more like one. Hmm.

Okay, time to psych myself up for my trip. It won't be so bad. I like car trips, usually. Lots of time to read and listen to music and write and...uh....look at scenery? And I might get to drive for part of it, so that'll be cool. And the college visits will be good, maybe I'll see a college I actually like...or at least get my parents off my back about college visits for awhile. And visiting my Aunt and Uncle will be fun even if I am in a bad mood. Although I hope my uncle has calmed down a little since the last time I saw him. I saw him at a wedding in October and he wouldn't stop asking my dad about how many boys were knocking on the door for me (zero) and if my dad was going to beat all (none) of them up. Then he started asking me about my (non-existant) boyfriend. It was funny maybe once. He did it at least 15 times. And yet, he's still my favorite uncle.

And now I have to go because I think I have a bug bite on my lip. WTF?!? And now there are bugs in office with me!! Help me!! They're after me!!!!

I really really really really really REALLY really don't want to leave tomorrow.

:-(

Have you ever had one of those friends that once decided you weren't good enough, and years later when you're older and more confident and happier and so much better than you ever were when they were around you really feel like going up to them and laughing in their face?

And more importantly, does wanting to do this make me a bad person? I never actually would, but there's always the urge to.

Off to have a guilt trip.

My day so far:

10:30 - woken up by my mother saying she's leaving. This requires getting out of bed, sitting on the top of the steps, listening to instructions about stupid things I don't need instructions on (such as "If you leave the door open for the plumber and go out, then don't turn the alarm on"), and trying very hard to stay awake until she actually leaves.

10:45 - Get distracted by TV and sit and watch some old mystery show even though I'm still sleepy.

11:15 - Go back to sleep.

12:00 - Get annoying call from my father asking me to find a piece of paper in his briefcase which has about 45 pieces of paper in it and they all look the same.

12:10 - Still looking for piece of paper. Scream in frustration and scare my cat.

12:15 - Found piece of paper and gave my father the information and managed to resist the urge to hang up on him. Go back to sleep.

12:19 - Grandmother calls. She wants to come over and see my mother, except my mother's at work. She says she might come over anyway and I try to contain my temper.

Then I woke up for real around 1 and nothing very noteworthy has happened since then. Except I just remembered a conversation I had with my mother last night. She said something about all of us going to see Spy Kids 2 while on the road to Indiana. Help. Please. I think she was just trying to scare me. I hope.

And who wants postcards? 'Cause seeing as it's Indiana and the middle of nowhere, I think there'll probably be a lot of time for writing postcards. Or even whole letters. Let me know, I'm serious, I'm going to need stuff to do and I like writing to people.

And now my grandmother is coming over in about 15 minutes so I should probably stop writing and go do something with my hair 'cause it's still got a big towel on it.

I'm having writer's block at the moment but feel like I should update anyway. So I'll write about all the weird things that happened today.

On the way home from picking up my mom from the airport, I decided that my cell phone now looks like an eggplant. It has a purple cover and lights up green when it's ringing or you press the buttons (this conclusion was made almost simultaneously with the conclusion that I am at least slightly insane if not completely).

I took one of my mother's dresses and my winter coat to the dry cleaners today. When I was standing there waiting for the woman at the counter to give me the receipt thing I turned around for a minute to see this middle aged balding man staring at my legs. He turned away when he saw me looking at him, but he was definitely looking at my legs. I don't exactly know why, possibly because I have a big cat bite on my left leg that's a little scary looking if you don't know what it is. Or maybe he's just a perverted old man with a leg fetish. Either one.

Then tonight I went to McDonald's with Josh and on the way back there was this van with something sticking out of the back. We passed it and realized it looked like a giant machine gun. That was pretty scary for about two minutes until I realized it was kind of plastic looking and Josh said something about a barrel being too close to a muzzle or something in boy speak that I didn't understand. But we figured out it wasn't a machine gun. At least I think it wasn't.....

Just make sure that if you see any big vans in the next few days that you don't piss the driver off, they might have a giant machine gun in the back.

Nobody's online. :-( Or at least nobody I feel like talking to...

Slept way too late again. I'm going to have to work on that, I think. Maybe try setting my alarm? I guess that's the first step. The second step would be actually getting up when it rings and not just groping around for the off button and then going back to sleep. And I'm sure that NOT going to sleep at 4 in the morning might help.

I was feeling kinda down before because I realized I really did not want to go on vacation with my parents for ten days. I want to visit my aunt and uncle and all their cute little animals (that's the main purpose of the trip), but we're driving there and taking a really long time and stopping at colleges and then stopping at colleges on the way back and I just don't want to deal with it. And I know I'll probably be extremely sick of my parents by the time we get back. Why is it that all year long I complain about how much I want out of Maplewood and just when I get the chance I find that I'd rather stay here?

So after those very sad and overly dramatic thoughts, Josh IMed me and we went and watched Fight Club. That cheered me up. Despite the savage beatings and shootings and explosions and the mass confusion.

I got home and my mom called from her conference.

Mom: So what movie did you see?
Robin: Fight Club
Mom: Fight Club?! Oh ew, gross, Robin! Ugh, that's disgusting!
Robin: Mom! Have you ever even seen fight club?
Mom: Uh....(insert humorous crickets chirping and dead silence kind of noises here)....No

And this is why my life reminds me so much of a sitcom.

There
is
a
spider
on
top
of
my
computer
screen

GET IT OFF!!!

It's terrorizing the little Figment toy we have on top of the computer. Poor Figment. Do you people even know who Figment is? The purple guy from the Land of Imagination ride at Disneyworld...I think that's what the ride is called.

Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. There's a spider. And I don't feel like killing it so I'm posting about it in my blog instead.

And I still need a better name for this thing, so if anyone has any ideas....

No more evil deadjournal! This place is prettier AND it's harder for people you don't like to track you down. And it's only made me reload twice. :-\

Today was my senior picture. I woke up at 9, ate breakfast, took a shower, tried to make myself look pretty even though my mother took every single lipstick in the house with her to her conference, and was ready to go by 10:25. I went downstairs, picked up the card I was supposed to bring with me to give them, looked at the time written on the card and saw that it said 10:00 AM, not 10:30 as I had thought.

Shit.

So after the screaming fit I grabbed my keys and drove to school anyway to see if I could still take my picture. And after all that drama the guy just said to me, "Sure, I don't care about the time, as long as you're here before 2."

So then why did I have to get up at 9? Oh well, it was fine and I took the pictures which I probably look pretty strange in. I didn't know when he was going to take the picture so I just kept smiling and smiling and smiling until my face went numb. And I think I was wearing too much make up, but I always think I'm wearing too much make up.

Then tonight I went to the mall with Kaity and got an overpriced cover for my cell phone. We went to Hot Topic and I was sure I was going to get kicked out because I was wearing a shirt with a big yellow flower on it. I don't really think they like big yellow flowers in Hot Topic. Had pizza with her and her mother and sister and her sister's weird friend who kept saying he was an alien and being disgusting. I should be used to ten year olds by now, shouldn't I? It was fun anyway, despite the freaky kid.

And now I think I'll shut up because I have written way too much about a pretty boring day.

Other possible titles for this blog (mostly thought up by Miles):

"Robin Sucks The Big One" : the adventures of robin and her much cooler friend miles

"miles is a dumbass who WISHES he were as cool as robin" (I thought up this one and I'm damn proud of it)

The Life of Robin: the general who became a slave who became a gladiator who became more powerful than the emperor of rome....oh wait thats "Gladiator"

Robin: the unsinkable ship....oh wait that's titanic

Robin: Infinite space, infinite terror

Robin and the Quest for the Holy Grail

Robin: Its happening.

Robin: Her life is more interesting than yours, scumbag

Well....