Diary of Lady Evenstar

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2006-11-26 @ 11:33 p.m.

No duh I'm never going to regularly write, because I'm a freak like that, but this is getting insane. Three weeks? And I feel guilty every day I do it.

So since my life is terribly trivial and pretty much annoying, most of all to me, I'll just go back a week, since that's basically all I can remember anyway.

Monday! I looked to the week as a who-cares, get-it-over-with thing. I mean, two days? Useless and counterproductive. I looked at it as some kind of warped two-day extended work hall (aka a weekend interference).

But at least according to my memory, it was a fairly good day. Wait, up until basketball. Fucking basketball goes and ruins everything. Okay, before that though...

I officially decided to stop caring about chem. Or any other subject in which I just haven't bothered in turning in all the work. Hey, I missed a day of school about three weeks ago, pretty much with no reason ("I'm sick!" but really I was halfway faking a fever to get extra shuteye & study time...only an SJSer), and it's still bothering me! THIS is why we never miss school. Damn school o'mine.

So I have this weird mentality that affects my life in everything from the school year to movies...I never really know when the beginning's over. Sometimes deep into a movie, I suddenly realize, hey. The beginning's over. It's the middle of the movie. Huh.

WTF?!

And I so do this with school too. Like halfway through October, I was still thinking to myself, hey. I can pick up my grades. We've just started, I'm still adjusting.

I wonder where this attitude gets people in life?

So far, it's been interesting to see what kind of stupid observations like that I can make. But I can't actually think of anything it applies to other than movies and school.

Getting back to the point...Monday was a good day from study hall through the minute I walked onto that damned court for our first game. And, oh, why was study hall the start of a beautiful thing?

Lemme say this first: if I'm at the pathetic point of worshipping guys (yes, it has to do with guys, it ALWAYS has to do with guys, and on a good day, hot ones) that some of my fellow classmates are friends with or whatever, then I'm really sad. If I'm at the point of making a huge deal out of a semihot guy (hot bod, face ehh, but hell, varsity football and basketball, and possibly lax? I'm all in) sitting at my table in the library-when there are VERY MUCH other tables with PLENTY of room-I should be put to death or something.

But I'll put forth my case like this, in my mindless blow-by-blow: I was sitting at my new favorite spot (NO, it is NOT because this was milky's Very Special Spot last year, I actually like the view & would've sat there if the overly tanned jackass weren't always there first) with laptop, considering I had done my Sunday-night homework somehow, and really had nothing to do, other than chem, which sure as hell don't count. Hey, maybe it'll happen again tomorrow! Ditto the circumstances. But shit, I've blown any chance of it happening just by doing this. DAMN!

ANYHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! Sitting at my new favorite spot with laptop, there is a table in front of me with a bunch of the usual junior girls, a table to my right with a varsity basketball player in my grade (SEE!! SEE!!!! HE COULD'VE TOTALLY SAT WITH HIM!!!!!), and other various tables with plenty o'room (I can't stop doing the o' thing cause I'm looking for a place to slip in a box o'stupid people at every moment). He sat down right across from me. And, just my luck, he was actually one of the random hot juniors that I kinda LIKE. Like, I've seen him last year and this year and check that guy out. So it wasn't a random hot junior I could mistake for any other old guy. Score one for me.

And further proof of his white-hot desire to sit there, with me *heart aflutter* : he kept turning around, asking the jr. girls for help with whatever idiotic thing was probably due next period. He even talked to the other varsity baller (yes, I used the word "baller"-blame Veronica Mars)! MEANING...he could've easily sat with either one of them. EASILY. Yet didn't. Tee hee.

Later on, another bright spot: at my locker, Elise is to my left, and I laugh/smile/radiate some kind of joy about something in her direction, and right behind her, HE comes out of the classroom door, and I'm kinda fuzzy on details cuz you know how that memory can tweak things like this...did he smile at me? Was he already smiling? Did he smile at my smile? Something like that, but it involved both of us smiling, somewhat at the same time. Now that's what I call true love.

*Sigh*

Now laugh, because that's the furthest I've gone romantically in my life. Oh, the sad, sad truth.

Anyhoo. The rest of the day I couldn't catch a glimpse of him, and I was so bummed from the basketball game that I decided to screw watching the varsity game, and I went home. As for the basketball game...well, I didn't even start. Is that enough? Do you need any more?

I didn't start, hardly played, thought I played damn well, well, OKAY, for what time I did have, missed a few shots I should've made, lost the whole damn game by 12 points. A freshman gets superpraise after the game while I was thinking, why the hell is she playing? look at that! not good, the whole time. And I don't even hate this freshman. I was totally unbiased and I thought she kinda sucked. So there ya go. This is how it's gonna be.

Forgettaboutit. Or however it's spelled. Once Tuesday came, no, no further developments with...uhh...what should I call him? I have this horrible fear of my online journal being discovered, so I don't use names or even just first names anymore, because I'm just that paranoid. And crazy. And pyschotic. Anyway...he shall be...nameless for now. I'll call him nameless. Once I get my BFFs approval (and once I actually point him out, since apparently they have no idea who the hell he is), there shall be a name.

The point was, I didn't see him once. Our paths are not ones to cross...star-crossed! Aw, hell, I wish.

I should've stayed after the short basketball practice Tuesday to shoot around in the other gym. I happened upon the varsity guys strolling up from whatever room near the locker rooms to go up to practice. At least I got that encounter. Too bad I didn't have the cajones to get my damn fruit snacks with them walking all right behind me. Hey, I thought it looked staged anyway! Ugh. I hate my lack of bravery at these crucial moments.

All week, I've been having this amazingly fabulous time picking out various outfits-and actually wearng them in public-which I'm gonna miss come tomorrow. For once, I wish we DIDN'T have a uniform. That's right, I kinda like(d) the uniform. It was easy. It took no brainpower. But, dammit, I have a new take on fashion now! And so I'm actually wearing those skirts outside of church, pairing up crazy things, adding leggings to anything, wearing heels on a periodic basis, and generally stepping away from my traditional jeans-and-t-shirt phase. It feels wonderful, too.

So I'll go the Queen of Fashion route and describe my outfits as well as my days...

Tuesday night was the opening of A Christmas Carol, and for that? No less than my gold outfit. It was my Christmas outfit last year-my silk gold top with the gorgeous tan & gold pieced (it's hard to describe) sweater, and the simply divine DKNY bronze-and-gold skirt. And the winter dance shoes, Caparros with the "champagne" color and sequins. Dude, and the gold purse! I felt so good that it kinda felt wasted on idiots who actually wore JEANS TO THE ALLEY THEATER. What the hell?! I hate our ultra-casual culture. Jeans cannot be worn everywhere. If I go to THAT much trouble to dress up fabulously, so must you dumbass. It's the fucking Alley, not Edwards! Morons.

But the play itself was pretty cool, especially with all the dancing and ghosts and Marley-from-hell creepy stuff. I loved it. My thing with Christmas Carol is, the past ghost always makes me the saddest, future scares the shit out of me, and the present is kinda "eh", but occasionally makes me feel better about not being that obese. Past did make me nearly cry, present was alright (I liked the glitter), but future was too...futuristic. Hehehe. No, really, future should be somewhat timeless, but the whole bike-clock thing didn't click as well with me; nor did the kinda unclear part with Scrooge not knowing it was HIM that was the dead man until the last scene with future. I didn't get it. Maybe I overthink things.

Overall! It was great. Originally Lina's birthday present, instead she got lost following us to the theater, all of us being late as usual, and she never showed. Mom says she learned her lesson. Damn, I still forgot to give Lina her card! Or maybe she took it today...gotta go check that. Okay, off-topic. Instead, Lina came back home and ate turkey dinner with her son. So yay, we're all happy.

Wednesday! It was my thing to sleep all morning, watch TV and DVDs and TV on DVD all afternoon, and going out at night. Or something like that. No baking for me, just Arrested Development. At least I had to get to Elise's by 5 for the Rockets game, or else I wouldn't have rolled out of bed before 3 PM. My outfit...ah, the brown one. My patchwork brown skirt with some golds and bronzes thrown in there, stolen BCBG brown corduroy jacket from Mom (I'm so good, she hasn't even worn it yet and I have twice), glittery dark brown slides (I think Reaction), and Abercrombie & Filth Brunette t-shirt. Oh yeah.

Elise's dad was just a tad late-we left around 6. Ha. But it was pretty damn cool to get valet parking down in the garage where all the players have their cars. At first, I was like, uhh, why is there a Civic down here? Then we went around the corner. OH. There's the BMW, Escalade, Mercedes, and Cadillac. Ah-ha.

Then entering Toyota Center as I never have before, on the friggin court...pretty awesome. I hadn't even been to a Rockets game in YEARS, much less one at Toyota, where I've only been for a couple of concerts. And even then, in the highest seats possible. Of course we were in club-not on the floor, but hell, pretty damn sweet seats-in the front row. Actually, right where the players entered and exited the court. I totally should've saved that one picture for the Yao, up-close & personal, but instead I captured a perfect three from the Greek guy, Vassilis Spanoulis. Believe me, it took many tries. As soon as I started clicking, nobody was sinking the shots. But now, Greek guy's on my list of fav players, considering 1-he played awesome 2-cutest accent, and cutest remarks I read in the paper the other day 3-he sunk a three for me! sort of.

Seeing Yao Ming in the flesh was nothing short of amazing. T-mac, very cool too. I actually MET a few people-oh yes, the celeb sightings-including the rookie Steve Novak (cute & no duh, very tall, too bad that shortie I also met was probably his girlfriend) and YAO!!!!!!!!!!!! I MET YAO!!!!! Sort of, again. In the Lexus Lounge, Elise was talking to some cool people from 94.5 and her dad was talking to this guy he coached at U of H, and YAO!!!!!!! came over to say hi. I WAVED AT HIM!! HE WAVED AT ME!!! It was amazing.

My official list of favorite Rockets players (as you can tell, it's highly based on who I've met, sadly):
1-Vassilis Spanoulis: the rookie, the guy from frickin' Greece, the guy who FINALLY SUNK A THREER FOR ME!!!
2-Yao Ming: no duh. He's amazing. I could hear him yell from our seats! On the court! And he waved at me.
3-Tracy McGrady: T-mac! Who doesn't love him? At least now I know he's on our team. It's embarrassing how Rockets-retarded I was even just a few months ago...
4-Steve Novak: I met him!! And I actually do remember him from reading about the Rockets new season a while back...
5-Shane Battier: My number, 31. At least, so far. I damn well better get a new & better number from that stupid team o'mine. And dude, this guy's hot. I can't figure out what race he is-not that it matters.

Elise was pretty mad that Kema couldn't come, considering she'd been invited and all. Weird how she gets mad the one time it really wasn't her or even her mom's fault-she got stuck at the hair dresser's. Usually her mom says no. From what I've heard on Friday, Elise is still kinda mad. And here is the root of all problems with threesomes. I believe I'm what you call monkey in the middle.

But we had a good time anyway. I haven't talked to Elise much about her dad, and from what she told me, I was pretty much right in thinking that it was a sorta touchy subject, she doesn't like a big deal being made out of it, and it is REALLY weird to not only see random people wearing your dad's jersey, but also screaming for him after the game from the highest seats until he finally acknowledged the random dudes with a wave or whatever. I guess it's always weird to talk about Rockets or basketball with her and I understand how she feels about it. Too bad I'm now kinda obsessed with the Rockets. And happen to play basketball. Oh well.

Late night, second night in a row, which made me feel pretty good. I stayed up watching something and fell asleep on the couch, only to be awoke by mother dear leaving for Louisiana. Huh...they really did leave early. Amazing. Anyhoo, Thanksgiving blows.

I spent the morning sleeping and making reservations at the Hilton at Tio's order, probably because of his endless guilt of not being at home with his parents for Thanksgiving dinner, but instead partying it up in effin New York, WITHOUT ME. *humph*

But I did have to leave Papa alone for part of this precious holiday, and I went with Mimi and Aunt Beth to Margaret's mom's house for the big meal. It was actually pretty good, almost all from scratch by Margaret, including this delicious pumpkin cheesecake that I devoured (and now realize added a little bit to that meltdown I had about my weight yesterday). I had to leave early though, to make my dinner reservations. I might add, I felt VERY sophisticated to be getting dressed up for dinner, then heading out to the Galleria for this very dinner. My outfit-I was close to being a frickin bee! Well, a little bit. Yellow and black, until I decided the black jacket (which I'd removed the revolting shoulderpads from) was a bit hideous and ill-fitting. So I ended up with the jean jacket over the weirdly-cut but fitting color of butter yellow cashmere top, flowy light yellow skirt, and jet black sparkly stilettos-none other than my Homecoming shoes. Oh yes. I walked in those for another two hours. Maybe it wouldn't have killed as much if the damn street to the Hilton wasn't blocked for three hours by a bunch of dumbasses that didn't realize that the fireworks display was over and the Starbucks samples were gone. At least we got to see the pretty lights from the comfort of our car, stuck in traffic.

The actual dinner didn't require reservations, or we went to the wrong restaurant in the hotel. Oh well. I thought the buffet was simply smashing, as did Papa, but Lina begged to differ. "Exigent" or however you spell it. We got a few jokes out of it all at least-the waiter's bewildered look at me taking the check to sign for Tio's card, etc. Lina's theory is that he thought that I was some little rich girl, left home alone on the holiday by her ignoring wealthy parents, taking her servants out to a nice dinner. Maid and chauffeur? Nah..cook and gardener? Perhaps..I concluded on cook and chauffeur. Lina insisted on gardener. We're funny like that.

Another mystery of life: how is Starbucks packed, absolutely PACKED, at 11 PM on Thanksgiving? Well, idiots that don't wanna go home need a caffeine boost, right? I am always one of those idiots.

Friday...I actually got up deathly early (9 AM is like 5 AM on vacation) for a shopping trip with Kema & Elise. Too bad I couldn't get myself up for half an hour, then Papa had to go to the hospital-stop jumping to conclusions!-for something about his scheduled surgery-stop doing it!-for some hernia thing this week. So I couldn't meet up with them at the originally scheduled 10, or revised 10:30, or even 11. Sometime around 11:20, I finally snuck up behind them at Claire's-where else?

Shopping is always fun, and lunatics are always fun, so put them together and what have you got? The day after Thanksgiving at the Galleria. Bags EVERYWHERE, huge ones too, long lines, but no fights broke out to my extreme disappointment. Apparently that only happens in the north where it gets cold outside waiting in those lines at 2 AM at the doors of Best Buy. Damn.

Kema had to, as always, skip out early, sometime around 2:30. Elise got bizarrely exhausted at Wet Seal, so I had to drag her out of there to even go and sit and wait for our parents to come. My plan was to get them both gone so I could go and buy some more stuff. Yes, I was feeling the spoiled bitch brat vibe, and I believe I blew something along the lines of $200 on the credit card. Hey, Tio kept saying "Put it on the card!" about other things, I got confused! Then again, when I think about it, $200? That ain't shit. Like one dress in my closet. Like half a purse. Like a miniature spa session. I shouldn't feel bad, but then again I totally should. I didn't bring myself to tell him on the phone that day, or the day after, or the day after...let him enjoy New York.

What did I get? Nothing on sale, because my style is getting what I want and need, whether it's on sale or not-I go on big sales days just for fun. Maybe I like crowds? I dunno, I'm crazy.

American Eagle-this comfy long gray sweater with a low cut and hoodie and ultra-long sleeves I adore, which I'm wearing now; and another comfort item (perhaps all the comfort clothes for the fatness I've been feeling lately?), dark blue with yellow stars pajama pants. Yesss.

Bath & Body Works-I can never help myself with peppermind. Never. Ever! The shimmer body cream (I'm expanding my collection of body creams for after shaving my legs) and the lip gloss, along with Winter Candy Apple body cream. Twisted Peppermint, is that what the first one's called? Something like that...oh, and with all that, I got a free perfume, Moonlight Path, but first I had to get something for 50 cents to add up to $30 BEFORE taxes, so I got a decorated cookie, which turned out to be something like $7, and then Elise got her own anyway, and we ate all of both of them before she even left. Life as a fatso. I ate santa in the form of a gigantic iced cinnamon sugar cookie and it was yummmmmmmmmy.

Sephora-Instead of getting actual turquoise (or topaz or jade or whatever the December stone is), I got Mom the "cheap present" of perfume, Ralph Lauren True Turquoise. Hey, if she don't like it, I will. And I couldn't help myself-that Nars lip gloss in Baby Doll, that I've had my eye on foreva.

And dazzit. Spending spree indeed. Gimme another twenty minutes and I could've done life-threatening damage.

Dad picked me up, late even by both our standards, though he was mad cuz I wasn't outside when HE was there (I rushed in to get a Peppermint Mocha Frapp-couldn't help myself! My, I say that a lot these days...). Harrumph. Whatevs, Bridget called and actually invited me to a movie. Hurray! My going-out streak was continuing. And, okay, two of those four glorious nights were with family and three of them, I was back by 10 PM, but I'LL TAKE WHATEVER I CAN GET.

Since I always jump in the shower fifteen minutes before being picked up to go anywhere, and I had already taken a shower that morning and didn't feel the particular need to repeat, I had the time to straighten my hair. It was weird. Both the straightening part (which I haven't done in weeks) and the not-being-wet-and-running-around-getting-ready-frantically part.

We went to see Stranger Than Fiction at Edwards. Of course we saw people we knew, but no one near important, them being random whores and such from STM that I believe are freshmen this year. Yech.

The movie was pretty good, yes strange, but hey, that's better than boring. I liked it. Though Maggie Gyllenhaal's tats disturbed me. Otherwise, her character rocked, seeing as she's pretty much me. At least the baking part...

Saturday! I had that ghetto dinner to attend. Why? Because Mimi got a free turkey. That's basically the only reason she'd ever have a Thanksgiving dinner. Maybe Dad was joking...at this point, who knows.

Dad picked me up in the early afternoon to go run errands and go shopping (though he never phrased it that way, being a man) in the Village. Luckily, he had to go to Half Price Books, I wanted a Jamba Juice, and Margaret loves Bath & Body Works almost as much as I do, so we killed three birds with one stone. The parking thing almost struck down our plan of attack, but yay for parallel parking (it must run in the family).

I was pyschic and though Margaret would like Cucumber Melon and one of the vanilla ones, and when Dad called her, I was proven right-Cucumber Melon & Vanilla Bean. *moment of silence for my genius*

We got all Cumcumber Melon stuff (probably cause the vanilla wasn't on sale, it was a Christmas scent), one free, and a $35 dollar really really really soft bathrobe. And even some hot chocolate three-in-one for me, another non-surprise Christmas present, of course. I don't mind actually, it's fun to pick out your own stuff. And it smells divine. I finally figured it out after two days of wondering-it smells EXACTLY like my chocolate cake batter! *sigh*

Then when Dad and I realized that the "cute little girl at the cashier" didn't put the bathrobe on the receipt, Dad scurried away while I tried to convince him he wouldn't get charged if he went back in. Oh, cheapness. How I hate you. But whatever-he'll trick himself into believing it was really free, and that we girls both spend too much money there anyway, and they should stop hiring dumb pretty girls to work the cashier. Margaret gets a bathrobe. I still shop there. Hurrah for us all.

Mimi's dinner didn't turn out to be too bad after all-leftover dessert from the real dinner two days earlier saved it. Along with rolls-I just friggin love rolls. Bread, of any kind. Yummmmmm.

I went home early, and pretty depressed. I mean, how to get off that high of four nights without crashing? I actually don't remember what I did...

Sketchy.

Ha, jay kay. Just kidding. I mean, just kidding about both the "sketchy" and the "jay kay"...nevermind.

Today! More like yesterday. Dammit, I never typed those essays...but hell, I'm looking to a repeat performance in study hall tomorrow. At least I'll have something to do if it doesn't work out.

I woke up to Dad waking me up at exactly 9 AM. Oops. At least I'd had the smarts to shower the night before and pick out my outfit of the day-oh shit! Forgot Saturday's! AND Friday's! Okay, describing now..

Friday morning was spent in the ol' blue outfit of Lacoste bubble skirt with lax t-shirt, adding leggings for ultra comfiness, and Converses. But then I realized, as I watched the camera swiveling around the UT locker room, the Game was that day. Against the dumbass Aggies. Too bad we fucking LOST 12-7, which absolutely blows (I hate Aggies so much...they ruined my day. And outfit.), but at least I showed Longhorn pride by completely changing into my burnt orange/gold outfit of UT football t-shirt, gold and white skirt, and Michael Kors gold moccassins. Absolutely fab. The blue outfit was saved for Saturday, to give off that oh-so-special 80's vibe at the ghetto dinner.

TODAY/Sunday, the outfit was pink and silver. Pink top, pink and white flowy skirt, new gray sweater (to casual it up a bit), and always-adorable kitten heeled silver Stuart Weitzmans. I loved it. I mourned it when it went away too soon to be replaced with Michael Kors jeans and some t-shirt...ugh, I don't wanna revert to my old ways. Oh, and it's the Abercrombie & Filth one. Anyhoo, I changed all too quickly after Dad decided against the bagel shop for breakfast because it was too crowded. It's ALWAYS too crowded. No DUH!

So instead we went to La Madeleine and had a fantabulous (I've used "fabulous" way too much in this entry) fattening breakfast-the American breakfast, ironically including a croissant. It made me miss Paris...and pretty much, bread's the only thing that could make me miss Paris. Bread and Louis Vuitton.

Then we spent around four hours at Borders where-get this-I FINISHED MY HOMEWORK. Okay, I only had something like 9 pages to read for WHAP, and a paper to write, which I didn't even do, but I wrote the thesis. I don't wanna write the whole damn thing only to have my thesis suck. It's due Friday...I've got oodles of time. But not really.

I also wrote ALL my essays (okay, I only had one left-I spent Saturday night and early morning doing those, including my FANTABULOUS essay on surviving the 9th grade as my greatest accomplishment).

...I think the four hours came from time burning the tongue on the very large (FREE!) candy cane mocha latte and reading everything from comic books to Marie Antoniette. I also took the time to realize I haven't read shit in MONTHS. I miss books. Along with magazines-I just finished an EW from the week of October 13th. And Thanksgiving break was supposed to change all that!

Well, hardly. I'm back at square one. All I can hope for is to lose twenty pounds, keep up with homework, stop eating everything in sight, and perhaps something resembling a boyfriend-okay, a date to cotillion-not even THAT, how about a crush that isn't friggin TAKEN?! That's all I ask...it ain't much. And I guess, thanks for all the other stuff (oh, I think I'm talking to God in this paragraph...kinda just realized it though).

I love the Twisted Peppermint lip gloss. And the pumpkin cheesecake. And the hot boy smiling at/with/while mocking me.

Amen.

Bubye!!!

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