Coulisse’s Blog

ARGH! I’M SUCH AN IDIOT! IF IT WEREN’T FOR THE FACT THAT I’M A GRAMMAR NAZI, THEN I’D BE USING A BILLION EXCLAMATION POINTS RIGHT NOW!

Anyways. See, I still go to camp. I can hear you laugh. I thought it was dumb for an almost 14-year-old to be going to camp, too. But Val has since corrected my thoughts on that. Know why? Because we have frickin’ fun. We really do. Have you ever swam in a river? Or a branch of the Chesapeake Bay, with rocks surrounding you, kinda a lot like a cove? Have you? And can it get any sweeter than that? I SUBMIT THAT IT CANNOT! (Brain Regan reference.)  But seriously. It is pretty rad. And Mary peer-pressured me into going in. Otherwise I wouldn’t've.

But all that aside, that’s not why I repeatedly say “stupid”. I say it because there’s this guy that rides my bus to camp. He was looking at me. I was looking at him. There was something there. But I ended up being a total wuss today, and I got no email or number or anything. Today was the last day I rode the afternoon bus ride. He doesn’t ride in the morning. So I this is what I’ve gathered from yesterday’s few words:

Me: Hey, what school do you go to?

Nic (the guy): [insert middle school here] (sorry, don’t wanna be stalked.)

Me: Really? How old are you?

Nic: I’m twelve. I’m coming out of sixth grade.

Me: Oh. Man, you don’t look it. (Inner Self: -shot-)

Ol’ Nicolas doesn’t even look twelve. He looks sixteen. I swear. Really. Now I feel like a nincompoop. I really do. GAH. That like, a pedophile. But not. Ugh. I don’t know. But now I feel stupid. Hence the title.

Movingonandfarfarawayfromthatsubject. That’s basically it. But my dad’s gonna be pissed because I’ll be too tired from the overnighter to pitch my Saturday game…. Maybe I’ll just keep that from him until last minute.

So, I basically just did this post to bitch and get that off my chest and stuff. Laterz.

Well, because my so-called cold hasn’t passed, and my throat isn’t doing all that hot, I was put on prescription drugs, to help that out. It has a side effect. That would be nausea. I’m going to have to deal with that when I go back to school. I stop taking the meds when the bottle is out, which would be about ten days from now. Quite frankly, that sucks.

But what sucks even more: I have no idea what to think. I read… (let’s call him DAMON!) Damon’s blog, and I would link to it, but he’d notice that, and then… bah. He’d see this, and that would be the end of me. But I can put in an excerpt.

” The only thing I enjoyed was the fact that I met new people, learned new things & fell in love.”

He’s talking about what he liked and didn’t like about the school year. Now, I know he dated one girl, but…. God, that really hurt me on the inside. 95% of me thinks it’s her, but the other 5% is just like, “NUUU!!! HE MEANS U, DUMMY! GO 2 HEEM NAO!” Yeah. Stupid, stupid feelings. Hate that I like him so much. It’s really bad for my health. It really is. Especially when I read what he writes. God. Now I sound like a huge whiner, so I’m gonna move on.

Well. Next is… City of Ashes by Cassandra Clare. Rad book. Not as funny as the first, not as spectacular as the first, but definitely up there. I have a theory or two about what’ll happen in the third book. First, Valentine will perish, or lose, but not without mush loss on the Shadowhunter side. Next, I believe that Jace and Clary will finally admit their stupid feelings, along with Alec, Simon, and Maia. Magnus will probably die. I expect Alec, Max, Isabelle, or any of the Lightwoods to die. The lady that Clary notices a lot in the second book will probably die. Luke will also probably die. Clary’s mom will come out of the coma. Alec will come out of the closet. And those are my itty-bitty theories. Remember, for all you smarties out there, this is just a theory. I have no idea if this will actually happen or not.

Um… um… yeah… nothing much left. Finals coming up. Whoooo! Fun, fun, fun!

So, yeah. That be all for now.