Today was regestration at Ballet Rincon. I love Mrs. J to death. The second I got there she immediately knew who I Was and seemed THRILLED that I was coming back for a second year. They had all their dancwear set outside today; as soon as I saw it, I got overly-super excited.

They had ballet shoes, GORGEOUS tap shoes, jazz boots, leotards, pink tights, t-shirts, bags, pants, dolls, you name it. I tried on a different type of ballet shoes this year. I love them; they've got this kawaii lil bow in the front.

Then I tried on my first pair of jazz shoes... I swear, the second I slipped the first one onto my left foot, I'd never been more excited in my life. I CAN'T WAIT!!!! I would have gotten a pair of pants for jazz class, but I have these cute ones that say "DANCE" that I like better.

I got this ADORABLE black t-shirt that says "BALLET RINCON" across the front. Can't WAIT to wear that to school.

I also got a new leotard. Since I'll be going three times a week now, we figured it would be good to have two. And another pair of tights; these ones are preparing my for pointe class there.

Yes, MRS. J PRACTICALLY CAME OUT AND SAID THAT I'M INVITED TO POINTE CLASS NEXT YEAR!!! *SQUEALS*

I honestly dunno how I did it, but she seems to think I'm REALLY good... she put me straight into Intermediate Advanced without any hesitation...

IT FEELS GREAT!!! This woman is all I've ever wanted to be... she's danced in the most famous companies with the most famous dancers; I am in AWE when I talk to her. I can't wait 'till next month! Nutcracker tryouts! WOO!

And I saw Ms. A, my ballet teacher from last year, there. THE MISSING-HER-NESS THAT HAS OCCURED IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE!! I missed her like nuts; it was so great to see her again. I hope she's teaching one of my classes... or that I at least get to see her around.

Also, mom says this October we're gonna redo my room in ballet. Mint green, light pink, and ballet stuff EVERYWHERE. Dad's even gonna put a bar and mirror on my wall. *SQUEALS again*

People can be so stupid. Sometimes I try REALLY hard to think for a reason why someone would be so stupid, and I can't for the life of me fathom an answer.

We're in health class on monday. We get this assignment to make a presentation on butcher paper about various mental health elements. I get prejudicial comments. Easy.

Mrs. K knows how I am about working in groups, and lets me do it on my own. (I hate putting a portion of my grade in the hands of others, I hate sitting there waiting for the immature kids to let us get started already, and I hate working on projects with other people in general.) So I make this really nice presentation. I highlight the vocab words, I make bulleted lists, I color code the subjects. I'm so proud of this stupid thing.

So I come in today. All the papers are hanging on the white board and she tells us to find ours, sit down, and get ready to present. I go up to get mine, and mine isn't there. I go back to let Mrs. K know, and she says she'll check the pile of already-presented papers in case she mixed mine up. It was there. I thought she had just mixed them up.

But then she gives me a look and goes "Is that yours?" Uh YEA, my name is clearly written in the corner. (And no one else in ANY period put their name's down.) I pointed my name out to her and she goes "Oh my gosh! Those little sneakers!" ...huh? I ask her about this and she goes "A group from first period didn't make a poster. They saw that you had the same subject as them and used your poster."

My boiling point has NEVER... EVER... been higher.

I could have epxloded RIGHT THERE. I asked her why she didn't notice my name in the FRIKKIN CORNER OF THE PAPER. She said she couldn't see it, but she THOUGHT something seemed fishy.

GOOD THING YOU INVESTIGATED IT THEN, HUH?!

I was calm about it though. I asked her nicely if there was going to be disciplinary action on this. Her answer was very unclear. It was a series of "I don- It 's not for- I didn't notice. I THOUGHT something was up." Mmmhmm. Then, and this kills me, she goes "they thought it was a big joke, you know?"

OH... MY... GOD.

Calling someone else's work your own is plagerism, and plagerism is STEALING. Does that mean I can come into the health classroom and steal your projector? What if I thought it was a "big joke"? Does that make it okay now??

I didn't wanna deal with this crap right now. I sat down and waited for the rest of the presentations. When they were done, she handed out a worksheet. While she did this, I went to the back of the classroom and told her I felt like this had not yet been resolved.

I asked if there would be a grade on these things. Again, she was too vauge about it. I still have no frikken clue if we're getting a grade or not. I was getting frustrated... I, the STUDENT, am trying to explain the severity of this situation to my TEACHER for god's sake, becuase she doesn't seem to understand what's going on here.

She said she should talk to one of hr collegues about it, and how she should doc them points.

DOC THEM?!?!?!?!

It clearly states in ever bloody class sylubus OVER AND OVER TILL IT'S DRILLED INTO OUR SKULLS!!!! That if you plagerize, it's an automatic big FAT ZERO. I didn't EVEN wanna get into how it ALSO says next to that the law enforcement may be notified.

I asked her one more time what she was going to do about this. She said she would embaress them in front of the class and confront them about it. She would find a way to doc them (wasn't gonna repeat myself there), and then she would think of a way they can make restitution.

I was done trying to get this through to her. PLAGERISM IS ILLEGAL. How hard is that to understand??

All that trying to talk to her... I still have NO bloody clue what she intends to do about this.

Other than that, my day was great. Really it was ^_^;; Straight A's make everything okay again XD *dances*

Woo, I haven't updated in a long time... Sorry; weasels stole my brain and wouldn't give it back 'til I gave them a million sandwhiches... Anyway...

I've just started reading Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The movie certainly does the book justice; it follows it almost perfectly (save a few unnoticable details.) I love it SO much, I haven't been able to put it down lately. Mom, The Abandoner, and Patrick won't stop bugging me about finishing Harry Potter... I've discovered that while I love JK's books, it takes me FOREVER to get into them; so it may take me awhile.

Me and Squishy have finally collaborated on meeting each other. So long as both our parents come, we're gonna meet at the mall and see Corpse Bride. (Assuming Squishy can work out transportation... if not, we said we'd try again later.) Much craziness will ensue, I'm sure.

Last night was amusing... kids, listen up: listen to your freakin' parents. Though it's annoying when they nag on you about your friends, it turns out one of them happens to be a nutcase anyway. Mom wouldn't stop bugging me about talking to this one guy on AIM... only annoyed me because I assured her if he did anything weird he would be blocked in two seconds. She says she trusts my judgement, but uh... that kind of leads us into a vicious circle. The nice thing is she trusts me and Squish talking, but that's because Squish would never EVER get as weird as this...

Last night I get this IM from him: "Foster's Marathon. Last Episode. We didnt watch it. You're too BUSY." To copy that attrocious use of periods: Cry me a river. Build a bridge. Get over it. I told him I was't really sorry that I was busy because I was dancing, and that's one of my career considerations. So it was a good use of my time. He went on and on some more about how depressed he is and all that crap... found out he's on medication for depression. Yea, that's pushing the limit. So right before I hit the block button, this is what I got... He thinks it's disqusting how my parents let me go to cheer and dance, but not talk to him about depression.

A million and one cyber cookies to anyone who can decipher that for me.

My philosophy has always been "If you're depressed, go away. Don't spoil MY mood with it." and "If it's caused by a disease, talk to someone else. I'm not a doctor." People have SO MUCH to live and be thankful for and they whine about stupid stuff... They are SO lucky and they just don't care. I just got a new AIM icon to match those feelings... from this cute lil icon site. It's a stick guy lying on the ground going "I hate life. Nobody GETS me. I want to die." 'Nother stick figure whaps him on the head with a baseball bat and goes "There, HAPPY?" The caption underneath reads "depression sucks." I love the stupid little thing =D

Ballet doesn't start 'til September... GAH! Registration is this week; I'm gonna need shoes for Jazz, prolly a few more tights, and maybe a t-shirt. (Hopefully some tap shoes, depending on what stuff we go over in Jazz...) I miss everyone so much. Me and Cheri are just glad to be going to the same school at least. Sammy goes too, but being a freshman, we don't see her too often. =(

Speaking of school, Empire High has officialy gained it's first transvestite. Yes, every high school's got one, you know what I'm talking about. The kid has long, girl hair, a guy face, and a voice that could be male OR female. The kid's been reffered to as "Shawn" and "Shawna" so I have no bloody clue what the heck it is. Very confusing.

And... on less important notes... Chi's getting frustrated with neopets. I've been restocking my butt off, playing games 'til my fingers are sour, and selling things like nuts. I still only have 160k. A pirate paintbrush it 600k. This stupid collection of pixels is the only bloody reason I've been playing neopets lately... I better like it when I get it. (Okay scratch that, I love going on the neobaords. It's like my soap opera. People crack me up with their begging threads...)

OKAY! RPG... wow.. well we've been switching from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, to Nightmare Before Christmas, to VeggieTales. Right now in particular we're on VT. I don't think TOO much happened... I finally stopped dropping hints and let Squish know straight out that I thought Juliet wasn't getting enough plot attention, and she was real sweet about it. Right now the angst is being split equally among the two... every so often I'll even try and steer the plot in the direction of her, and when I'm finished, hand the wheel back to Squish. It's been great. She's proud of me too, I made my first plot in forever the other day.

Which is pretty much all that's happened since I last updated... Larry-Boy decided to retire for the safety of Juliet and Andi, and both of them went nuts getting themselves in trouble in anyway possible so that he'd come out of retirement. Last night he finally did. Currently, Juliet's bugging her grandfather about things Archie used to do as a kid so she can use it as blackmail later.