Ugh.

Today was my first day of school as a junior. Finally an upperclassman. I really don't have much to say though. I mean I've had 12 other first days of school in my lifetime so it was nothing new. Here's my schedule:

Academic English

Pre Calculus

AP U.S. History

Lunch

Spanish 3

Graphic Design

Gym/Study Hall

Academic Physics

The "Academic" classes mean they are more advanced than Applied classes but less advanced than AP classes. They're right in the middle. Most of my classes I think will just be okay. AP U.S. is definitely going to be my hardest and most difficult. I'm excited for graphic design. A huge part of my life is art. I love every part of it: drawing, painting, sculpting, anything. So I'm hoping I'll take a liking to computer generated art as well.  After school I had volleyball practice from 3pm to 5pm. I already have a decent amount of homework and it's only the first day. School is already back to consuming my life...

Did That Really Just Happen?!

In my last post, I was looking for a party to go to last night. Well, I did find one but my night backfired. It was total chaos (and not the good kind). This is completely and 100% true, so don't think I'm making it up to seem more interesting or whatever.

The beginning of the evening I was texting everyone I knew trying to find something super fun to do for the last night of summer. Of course nothing was going on. My night was headed down the shitter. Then Lani invited me to come to our friend Ryan's house. I drove there and they all blazed. I don't do that so I just sat and talked. We chilled for a little then me, Lani, and Alex went to pick up my next door neighbor, Paige, and her boyfriend, Mike.

Where I live, all the highschool kids hang out at Sheetz. Yes, like the gas station. And yes, it is very lame. So we went to Sheetz. Ryan was telling us that he heard about a party at this kid Zach's house, who is in the grade below us. The original plan was that we were going to go to his party, steal the alcohol, take it back to my house and have our own party. I know, we're assholes.

I drove to Zach's house and everyone was hanging out by a bonfire back in an open area near the woods behind his house. Everyone there was already completely piss drunk. We all just hung out for a little and none of my friends or I had more than one beer before we saw headlights shining on us. A shady looking car was driving towards us. I started panicking a little and walked over to the edge of the woods. Then I heard Paige's boyfriend, Mike, yell that it's the police and I bolted through the woods as fast as I can. It was difficult because the brush was heavy and everyone started pushing me from behind. By this time, I'm in pretty much the back of the group because everyone has pushed past me. At this time I glanced back, and saw a man dressed in black. He was shining a flashlight on us and yelled, "There's no use running through the woods, kids". That made me run even faster. I decided to break off from the group and instead I ran to the left because that's where the street was. I had to get my car. I expected there to be more police cars on the street but there weren't any at all. I sprinted down Zach's neighbor's backyard and to my car. I hopped in and sped away. When I got to the main road, I saw a bunch of girls run across from the woods. On the way home I decided I had to tell my dad everything that happened. Not that I was drinking, but everything else. I was worried that the officer had gotten my license plate number. My dad was not mad at all. In fact, he kind of laughed it off which I did not find funny at all.

I was on the phone for two hours with about 6 different people. All of my friends were at home safe. I was told only three people got underages. Zach, a kid named Jason, and this girl from another school district that was there.

I'm still nervous that a cop is going to show up at my door at any minute. What if those kids rat me out? But then again, the police have no evidence I was drinking. I got away. I'll still be worrying for at least a week. I think by then it would be safe to say I'm in the clear.

What. A. Night.

Mr. Aldean, Marry Me

Jason Aldean is a completely amazing performer. Though he's the famous one, I believe his band deserves most of the glory. I forgot I was at a country concert at times because his band played very rock styled. Chris Young opened for him. He sounded good (and was gorgeous) but I really didn't know many of his songs at all, which made it a little boring to listen. The minute Jason came on though, I screamed my fucking head off. Actually, I didn't stop screaming the entire concert. I can't believe I even have a voice right now. The only minor issue with the concert last night - I was unfortunately one of the only sober people at the venue. When we first got there, of course everyone and their mother was intensely tailgating. Beer pong, corn hole, everything. The only thing I wanted was someone to hand me a fucking drink. I'm just a party kind of girl and I love it. I've never seen so many shitfaced people than I did last night. Kinda disgusting actually. But Jason Aldean was definitely worth it. I don't think any concert is gonna top that for me.

So tonight is basically going to be my last night of summer. Tomorrow night will be a school night and Monday morning I'll be back to the prison also known as high school. I always have said, if school started at 9 or 10am I would have absolutely no problem with it. I'd enjoy it. But I don't want to think about school right now when I still have one more night to party my ass off. One last drunken, wild, wonderful night of summer for me... I hope. If I make it through alive tonight, I'll post back tomorrow!

Good News, Bad News

First, I need to get this rage off my chest. This morning, like every morning for the past two weeks, I had volleyball practice. Our coach couldn't make it today so we ran our own practice. There's three captains on our varsity team, two of them are cool and I know I can talk to them if I need anything. But the third captain - another story. Corey is the most controlling bossy self-absorbed teammate I've ever had. I understand she's a captain and all but she totally abuses it. Every practice she's going off and yelling at everyone about something. Fucking annoying. I'm not the only one that notices. The entire team talks about how bitchy she is and how badly she needs called out on it. Maybe soon I'll have the courage to do it.. I hope.

On a much more interesting and happy note, I'M GOING TO THE JASON ALDEAN CONCERT TONIGHT! I'm so excited! For those of you who don't know him, he's a country singer. (I'll post a video at the end of this post.) My friend's, Ali's, dad got us tickets to go. She's bringing me and two other friends and her sister is bring three friends. Ali's dad doesn't want to drive down there (guess he's planning on getting hammered) so how are we getting there? By limo! I cannot wait. Ali's family has a lotttttt of money. I feel kinda bad because they do so much for me. She always gives me gas money when I drive her around and I'm only paying them $35 for tonight. I know the ticket costed more than that.

Ali is probably my best friend. I just became friends with her a few months ago but I love her to death and we're really close. It's kind of difficult sometimes because I have another group of friends I've known for many years. It's not that this group doesn't like Ali, they're just clique-y. They stay to themselves and don't let others in. They're so much different than Ali too. But they've been my friends for so long so of course I love them too. I find myself choosing between these friends and Ali a lot since I can't hang out with both at once. I can deal with it though because I need all these people in my life.

I would have more to write about, but I'm pressed for time right now. I have a hair appointment at noon and I have to go shower now. And of course get ready for Jason Aldean! I'll probably be getting home late tonight and I have a volleyball scrimmage tomorrow at 8:30am so I'll post all the details about the concert tomorrow.

If you don't know Jason Aldean here's a video.. Song is "Dirt Road Anthem."

My Very First Blog

Ah my first attempt at a successful post. Well, this whole idea of creating a blog occurred to me today...

A few days ago, I came across a silver Mustang convertible for sale in a driveway near my house. My first thought was that I had to have it. Mustangs had always been my favorite cars and this one is beautiful. I asked my dad. Of course, he shot the proposition down immediately. Today, I called the owner of the car and asked about it. I found out it was an automatic (Awesome- I'm not too swift with a stick) and it had just 43,000 miles on it. They were asking $9,000. Not bad at all if you ask me. But apparently to my father, it's out of the question. You're probably wondering how this blogging business comes into the picture. My friend was texting me at the time and we were thinking of ways to make cash fast to buy this gorgeous 'stang. Obviously, my first reaction was to search "how to make cash fast" in Google. I came across a page that talked about people blogging and making money from the ads. Sounded a little risky but creating a blog seemed like a fun thing to do as well. The article mentioned blogger.com as a free blogging site. I thought, "Why not?". Now that I see how cool blogging can be, I realize I don't want to junk up my page with ads. Screw the money, I'm blogging because I like it.

And that's my story. Interesting, huh? I'm not sure what I'm hoping to gain with this blog. A place to vent maybe? I've had diaries as a child but never one that people could read. As a teenager, so many things are going on in our lives and sometimes things we cannot talk about to friends or family. That's where this blog comes in, for me at least. Enjoy!