First post in a whileeee.

This morning I got up painfully early for a Saturday, and went to go take a practice SAT subject test. Whoo. I loathe AP world history with such a passion.

Went to get a sandwich at Starbucks afterwards, then came home for a few hours before heading out to my friend Jessica's party. While it was not as amazing as her last one, fun times were had. We wrote a song with kazoos and a badly de-tuned acoustic guitar. Elias attacked her cat. A few minutes after Josh arrived, we started playing Guitar Hero because neither one of us has ever really tried before. We spent the next TWO HOURS playing this thing, while the party dissolved around us. By the time I left it was just me, Josh and three other guys sitting around watching us play. The game isn't even that exciting, and makes no sense, but it's just ADDICTIVE. Josh played the little japanese girl character. Hahaha.


Registered for classes next year. Can't believe I only have two years left before I graduate! I'm taking:
Pre-calc
Physics (SADFACE. I want to take forensics soo badly, but I need another year of 'real science' or whatever bs the school says)
English 3H
AP US History (I'm regretfully excited about this)
AP Art History (I'm super excited about this. Taking this with a bunch of my friends AND the guy I've had a crush on since middle school. Hahaha)
Marching band 1st sem/jazz band 2nd sem.


Jazz band is my favorite class ever. We're been working on improv lately, but this week we started practicing our charts. SO MUCH FUN. Played a 20 minute version of 'Night Train' yesterday. We have a show coming up next week, and even though we're still majorly unprepared, I AM SO PUMPED.


Okay, the end.

Ridiculousness.

So a few weeks ago, my boyfriend of over a year and I went through a pretty messy breakup that I don't really feel like elaborating at the moment.

Last night, his new girl somehow got a hold of my IM, and was trying to start major drama. Pretty much calling me a whore and blahblahblah trying to make me jealous. As it would turn out, an individual that all three of us are misfortunate enough to know had been spreading rumors about me and about my former relationship. And it's all total bull.

I was kind enough to correct these fallacies. She then went on to say that she was the one who told him to stop talking to me because she thought we still had something going or something. I don't even know. She read some old messages I sent him and got jealous or something. I managed to convince her that I was over the whole thing and would be rather left alone, but tonight she IMs me AGAIN trying to start more crap.

I mean, COME ON. How incredably immature is that? She's such a jealous little trollop, I dont' know what he sees in her. And she's got horrible taste in music.


All I want is for him and I to become friends again, and for her to stop trying to start crap. Really, that's all. I wouldn't take the guy back, at least not any time soon after this whole ordeal, but I still would like to be friends. For the longest time though, I felt like he was more of a best friend than my boyfriend, and I'd just like for things to go back to the way they were. I'm starting a show on the 16th, and he's in the cast. I just wanna talk things over with him so badly.



(You have no idea how hard it was to refrain from cursing while writing this. When I get pissed off I usually go on Tourette's-status rants, or start writing in horrible prose. Damn me and my abmormally large vocabulary!)

Hey-o

My name is Rosie, and I hate introductions. I noticed that another Rosie posted earlier, which is pretty cool. I've only met a few other Rosies in my life.

So about me....I'm turning sixteen on March seventh.
I love anything to do with performing arts. I play clarinet in my school's marching band, bass in our jazz combo, and am also in a guitar ensemble where everyone sucks hard and makes me look good. I've been playing the guitar for about three or four years, and it's one of my favorite hobbies.
I've been performing onstage since I was a little kid. I love acting and singing. I've been in some pretty large-scale shows, but my favorites are always the ridiculous little shows my theater class puts on at the end of the year. We're about to start rehearsals for our next show, and I'm so excited. The class is full of the funniest, most insane kids you'll ever meet.

I'm also a giant nerd. I take all honors and AP classes, and occasionally find myself missing school over a long break. There is something wrong with me. I love my school, though, because it's not your stereotypical clique-y bitchy high school. In middle school people gave me crap for the way I dressed (and thinking back, it was well deserved. I was such a disaster. Almost everything I wore came from Hot Topic! D: ), but now nobody cares. And people dress with a whole lot more fail that I did.
Anyway, English is my favorite academic class. I have the most badass teacher this year, but unfortunately my classmates are just bad. They're all idiotic football players who don't take anything seriously, and I'm left to wonder how exactly did they get into honors? But I still like the class.


That's all for now. I got off a plane from Hawaii around 5am today, and am extremely jetlagged. And in need of food.

The Domino Effect.

So, the other day my friends and I were remembering some good times in grade school. We did a play on the Jungle Book during fifth grade that was a successful failure. The first few scenes played out right, until we got to the chase scene where we were supposed to run around the gym, Bagheera tripped, making Mowgli trip, and then Baloo, until we were all sprawled on our backs on the floor like a tipped over domino line. Needless to say, we were the laughing stock of the school for the next few weeks.

During middle school, we had a rather....weird, Life Science teacher to say the least. She threw stress balls at angry people. And growled at her computer. There was a kid in our class that always wore his shorts below his hips so one day, she made him stand up in front of the entire class and pull up his shirt. There was a bright line of heart printed boxers showing, which made the entire class erupt in fits of the giggles. The teacher made him pull up his shorts and sit back down. So the kid thought he'd be smart and pulled them down again when she turned around. He thought she wouldn't notice, she did. Made him stand back up again, and pull up his shorts. We called him Captain Underpants for the rest of the year.


Watashi no namae wa Roojii desu. My name's Rosie, I'm fifteen years old currently having the time of my life in high school. I'm rather simple, with strange friends behind me.