i have been disoriented.

Hola. I'm finally writing, even though I set up this page like on Friday. I'm too lazy. Oh well....
So I went to orientation on Friday. It was awful. First, I got dropped off, completely by myself, to find the orientation. Naturally, I got lost. So, when I'd finally found the gym, after several minutes of wandering around, I was late and had to go in practically by myself. Little did I know that I'd have to run through a gauntlet of practically all the seniors and most of the juniors, high fiving them, in front of practically the entire school. "Gosh, this could be really bad," I thought. Ok, maybe I said it. And added a few choice expletives. But that really was no excuse for the icy glare I got from the senior standing by the exit, or the shove they gave me to send me inside! I have my rights, freedom of speech, being near the top of the list!
So after I'd run in, almost tripping on everyone's feet, I looked over at the packed bleachers, hoping for a cue. Then I saw him-Peaceful Cheese, waving, and grinning broadly. I almost ran over to give him a big sloppy kiss right then and there. Seeing someone I knew... *blissful expression* I thought, "Ok! I can do this!"
I'm not usually wrong (actually, yes, I am), but in this case, I sadly was. I sat down next to an alt girl, complete with ripped leggings and a ring on almost every finger, and smiled confidently, still on a Cheese-induced high. She smiled back. "Ok! Go girl!" I thought. She was really nice, and even though we hardly talked, she was my first friend of sorts. Then, unfortunately, the obnoxiously perky leader made us all go down to the floor and engage in embarrassing ice breaker excersises. I almost died right then and there, only it would be very unhygienic. So I just kept doing Simon Says, and Who's The Shortest and all that other crud. (Fine, since you were wondering so much, out of almost 500 kids, I'm the sixth shortest. Ok? Sheesh! ><)
Then, we split up into even smaller groups, and went to our Link Leaders. Mine were nice, even if they were old. (A senior and a junior. Very scary.) There were six other kids in my group, two plastics, one wannabe gangsta, one short dude, one homeschool-hater, and one shy person. Actually, everyone was fairly nice, except that the plastics didn't talk to me at all, or at least hardly any, and the wannabe gangsta was disturbingly like Jack, which kind of freaked me out. Except for that, though.... The homeschool hater knows Kitty's friend from church, and apparently they were talking about me over the phone. Oh my. I am indeed One To Watch. The shy girl was really nice, and talked to me the most. She's also very scared of high school, and professed the idea that she'd like to run away. I also, would love to run away, only it could result in my placement in a foster home if I got caught. Although, I might not get caught. But I also might. There is no telling what could happen to me.
After that, we had a campus tour, and looked around. Then we went back to the gym. The teachers told us nothing about the actual workings of the school, but I am now very well informed on 5 things.
One. Time is actually money. Also, if you rip up a one dollar bill, everyone will automatically pat attention to you.
Two. One should strive to refrain from tripping over microphone wires, as the microphone will then go all weird and no one will be able to understand what the heck the teacher is talking about for the next two hours.
Three. You should bring your schedule everywhere.
Four. Pep rallies are the very worst places to be. They are a normal person's nightmare.
And, lastly, five. The teachers will steal your stuff if you leave it in the gym. Why they should do this is a complete mystrey to me, since I thought teachers were very noble and just. However, I guess even teachers need to earn money somehow! I wonder how much pawning pays?
They were playing I Gotta Feeling as I went in, which I thought was a nice touch, (It fit the moment very well for some reason) but then they switched to See You Again by Miley Cyrus. Honestly, I wonder if the sound person was having an aneurysm or something. Stranger things have happened. (Such as Him Whose Name Shall Not Be Mentioned)
Oh well. It sucked, but what can you say? They gave us candy...
Oh yeah! I never did get to meet Miss-I-Hate-Teen-Mentors-Of-Any-Kind (from CKC)'s friend! Oh well! Be that as it may. She was probably American.
Phone call!
It was Ms. Mary. She wanted us to go get bananas from her house. Seriously, we just got rid of the last batch... but I guess I can't complain. She has to do something with them after all.
Mom said we could go shopping for school supplies and clothes today. Should be fun! Now she's taking a nap though.
Oh, another phone call.
It was Mr Josh, our violin teacher. He also wants mom to call him back. Seriously, if anyone else calls.... nyah, Mom sure is popular!
Oh well. I should probably go finish my English. That's why I'm on here, after all. But I don't really want to.... actually, all I need to do is format it. That's easy peasy lemon squeezy chick-peasey. No problemo señor.


xoxoxo~♥~

mark, you jerk. i hate you. i really do. actually, no, i love you.

Oh purple crud. I totallllllly hate this! Why should Facebook be blocked? All I wanna do is.... talk to Mark... Phooey on that. He still hates me and he probably always will. And the worst thing is, I don't even know what the ---- I did! (I'm at the library again, and I don't want them to block this site too, due to bad words) I'm terribly hurt. *makes hurt face*
But seriously, all jokings aside, it's a terrible experience. Even almost worse than Roman and C.C! I used to think I was so lucky to be in love with my best friend... (best guy friend anyways!) Honestly, sometimes it even makes me cry. And keeps me up half the night. And makes it so I can't concentrate on anything. Why do people have to fall in love anyway.... Jack has completely and totally ruined my life! I won't forgive him.... wait, I already did. Seriously, if you decapitated all my limbs with a blunt rusty chainsaw, all the while singing Celine Dion songs at the top of your lungs, I would probably forgive you and then invite you over to have milk and cookies with me. I suck! I can't bear a grudge against anyone and I'd rather die than hurt someone myself! I STINKKKKKKKKKK!!!!! Why can't I be more of a strong person? It's not for lack of trying.... Basically all I can do is be rude to people. It's all I can manage. (But, lemme tell ya, babycakes, I do it well!)
Yesterday, actually, ever since Mark-the-meanie dumped me, I've been sooooooooo sarcastic and mean that everyone is quite in awe of me. Especially my own parents, who are so astounded that sweet little Jasmine developed a backbone that all they can do is stand about with their mouths open and occasionally laugh at my pearls of wisdomliciousness. Very good, very good.
I let Kitty think it was because I'm preparing for high school.
BUT IT"S ACTUALLY BECAUSE THE BOY I LOVE HATES ME SO BAD HE CAN'T EVEN LOOK STRAIGHT AT ME FOR MORE THAN FIVE MINUTES!!!!!! > <
Crud, I may be about to cry. I must think about more pertinent and felicitous subjects.
Mom just walked by. I hope she didn't see all that about Mark. I'm pretty sure she and everyone else knows I like him, but it still wouldn't be good for her to see how upset I am about it.
No one will know. I will keep a face of iron and a heart of steel, hiding my suffering under such a beautiful and strong smile that no one will ever guess how broken my heart is underneath my mongo boobs and my Jassy-licious clothes. And, when finally I find Mr. Perfect, he will gently heal my broken and damaged heart as only the Mr. Perfect's of the world know how to do. (Mr. Perfect's are hard to find, but they are worth the looking!)
This screen is driving me crazy! It's so flickery I can't even look at it without going half blind. Probably all the crazy mean librarians are wondering why I'm lkooking arounbd the library while I'm typing. But if they got a problem with it, they should fix the stinkin moniter! Do they want their patrons to be able to see the books they offer or what? It's very bad for business.
I think I'll go check my email. Or rather, all four of my emails.
It would not do to get behind.