"get your pants off the ground!"

Frequently, my friends and I demonstrate irrational stupidity that probably no one ever thought possible. Examples include the following:

Cassidy and I were messing with textbooks in math because we already thoroughly knew the material and had nothing better to do. The textbooks all fell onto the floor. We picked them up. Then somehow, we grabbed wrists and I fell and knocked over Austin's desk. Then Gordan ran through the hallway singing about windows. Later, he tried a piece of dark chocolate, and was very melodramatic about how bad it tastes. Cassidy and another friend thought it was fine. It was only 70% cacao... Austin layed down on the floor in math for about ten minutes. The teacher didn't notice. Stella and I walked into school very solemnly, with dark sunglasses on. Several friends of ours decided to yell out revolting things at random intervals. At the end of the day, Stella, Amanda, and I all hugged each other. Amanda would not let go for seriously, five minutes or so. Relatively awkward. Stella and I said multiple times "Hey, Amanda, I love you too, but I really need to go home now." I have an unshakeable feeling that we'll always be little children deep inside.

Not too much has happened recently, other than I reconnected with some old friends, and bought tickets to see AFI in Charlotte, on March 13th. I actually paid for all the tickets this time. It was definitely worth it. I probably won't see them again for at least two years. And the concert is on a weekend.

Love,
Izzy

lately.

I transferred schools this year, the reasons being that it's much closer, and also, to use a euphemism, (several are used in this post), there were just some 'issues' for me at my old school. I won't go in-depth about those, because I may get strange glares if I do. [It's quite an extensive story, and if I explained it all, it would almost certainly confuse everyone that knows me even more.]

A few days ago, not only were my converse unmatched, (which was an accident and intentional at the same time), but I wore sunglasses the whole time during math and the teacher didn't notice. She was too busy talking about how her daughter took calculus three in tenth grade.

At school, this is what we did last year: literally run from place to place, live in constant fear of detention even if you didn't really do anything wrong, get pushed into a locker in the hallway because no one follows the rules of which hallways they're supposed to use, have thirty points taken off your grade because you did something like tape a piece of paper differently(actual occurrence), etc.

This is what we do this year: have friends like Austin that stand up and pull their pants down at random intervals, are extremely immature (not to say that the rest of us aren't), laugh at words like 'naked', and also do a variety of many other strange and inappropriate things. We have teachers that actually tell our friends to shut up, we go places we're not supposed to to prevent breaking a laptop and getting electrocuted, we sit in the closet for an hour and sometimes have deep conversations about life, and not have two to three hours of homework on an average day.

Lately, I've begun to realize that fairytales aren't real. [No, not Santa Claus or something. I passed the age of ten some time ago.] Quite a few of the things they've told me for so long, I am beginning to doubt and see how ridiculous and unrealistic they are. I feel much happier than I did a few weeks ago.

The new AFI album is simply amazing. It's far from what I had hoped for, but nevertheless, I love it. I have not actually gotten it, as it is in the mail and I am anxiously checking the tracking website about every ten seconds... Concert on October 19, in Richmond. Less than a month...

Honestly, I really don't know anymore. I likely have some of the strangest friends in the world, yet I love them to death.

We never can truly know who we are,

♥ Izzy.