12/1/08 - 12/3/08
Monday at around 6:30 I went to the city Christmas party. Basically, it's a dinner for people who work for the city and their family. I always go with my grandma and grandpa, since my grandpa works for the city. It's a dinner, then they have this think where pretty much all of us win prizes. The prizes kinda suck for the most part, at least for teenagers. There's lots of cooking supplies and tools. I won this really comfy blanket, though. But the main point of my story is that almost every year I'm there, the chief of police and his family is there, too. They happen to have a son in my grade, who just happens to be somewhat good-looking. Now, I've never spoken to him. Never really thought about it, but my grandma goes on and on about how cute he is. Before I left to go to the party, my mom goes, "Now, Shaina, if that cute boy is there, you should talk to him."
Traitor.
In the end, I never talked to him. Me and my grandma never even knew his name until this past Monday. It's like, Dustin or Dusty or something. He goes to school in another town, so it's not like I'll ever get a chance to see him outside of the Christmas parties. Anyways, at the party, me and my grandma were sitting there, conversing, when Dustin/Dusty's mom comes over and talks to us. The mom is like good friends with my aunt, so she asked how my aunt was, and then she talked about how she told her sons they should come talk to me 'cause I'm "a cute girl." So, everyone's playing matchmaker it seems. She asked me what I wanted to study in college, and I said that I wanted to be a photojournalist and travel, and maybe work for National Geographic or something like that. Then she was all "omg" 'cause apparently, she's trying to get Dustin to be a writer for NatGeo.
In the end, still never even introduced myself to him. I think I'm sorta regretting that, but whatever. I'm just not meant for love.
But on to other subjects.
We finished our mini-movie in Theatre Arts. See my previous journal if you don't know what I'm talking about.
So, here's how the rest of our movie goes:
We decided the verdict for Santa. We sentence him to death, after he gives us our toys. Then we beat him up some more. Then, it shows Santa waking up by the cake, and being all like "whoa, what was in that cake? At least it was all a dream." Then he's walking away, and sees the three interrogaters behind a window, drawing their thumbs across the neck in the "you're dead" sign-thing.
Then we make our next movie. Caleb's still Santa, but this time Kelly's an elf, and the rest of us who were interrogaters and body guards are now little kids. We're doing this documentary-like thing, and we're all like "we actually found where Santa lives! Let's see what he's up to!" Then we go inside, and see Santa and the Elf dancing to the partyboy song, and Caleb's stripping out of the Santa suit(he has his real clothes on underneath.) Then we all start dancing to "Staying Alive."
I'm not sure it's really school-appropriate, but it's funny as all get out.
Yesterday, our English teacher was getting a bunch of people to go see Twilight together, since everybody's obsessed with it. I'd already seen the movie, but I decided, what the hey, I'd see it again. I gave my friend Zachary a ride to the movie theatre about 45 minutes away. There wasn't many people there, but it was still fun. I liked watching people's reactions. One girl would always be on the edge of her seat-literally. At that one part when Edward says "and so the lion fell in love with the lamb," I leaned forward to our teacher, who was in the seat in front of me, and whispered "that's a biblical allusion." She thought it was dang funny, and started laughing, which got everyone else laughing. Luckily, there wasn't many people in the theatre. At another part, everyone was going "awwww" and Zachary, the only boy there, waited 'til it was quiet and said in this deep voice, "awww." He was smart, going to the movies to see a chick flick with a bunch of girls. Well, the movie was over, so we got in my car and headed home. We were driving down this really curvy, dark road and we were talking about how friggin' dark it was, then Zach was like "hey, let's turn off the headlights and see how dark it really is without the light." So, we pull over on this abandoned road, and I sit there for a minute, trying to turn off the headlights. They wouldn't turn off while the car was on, so I turned the car off. Then I remembered it took a few minutes for the headlights to turn off so I said "screw it, it doesn't matter." So, I turn the key to start the car, and it doesn't start. It does that sometimes, but usually it'll do it a couple of times, then it'll start up. I had to have turned that key at least 15 times. I actually thought it was funny, but Zach was flippin' out. I mean, we're on this dark road miles from civilization. I'm surprised I wasn't more scared, since I'm afraid of the dark. But, the car eventually started and we got home, and I got a weird prank call, and that's about all I have to say for this journal.
Gee, my life can be sorta dull. I mean, I call my car not starting interesting enough to put in a journal.
But it's all good.
