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To make a long story short, there's a pretty good chance that we're moving.

To make a short story long...

My dad applied for a judgeship in another county, because the judge who's retiring suggested that he do it. So, he was one out of six applicants. Now we're down to one in three, one of which is fifty-something, the other is twenty-something, and Dad is right in the middle. The interview with the governor is Friday. We should know about two weeks from now just what the heck is going on.

I, of course, don't know what to think. I mean, I've been in this town my entire life, so I have no clue what to expect. I've gotten used to every single routine in this small town.

Food. I know every single school lunch and which ones to avoid. In a new town, I have no clue what the lunches will be like.

Band. In our town, the band director practically begs people to be in the drumline. In a bigger school, people probably have to audition for it. Drumming is the only thing I can do until I get my braces off, and I don't know what I'll do if I'm not as good as the rest of them.

Same goes for other activities. Wanna be on speech team? Pick a piece and go for it. Ganbatte! Want a part in the play? Sign up and you're guaranteed to get one. The only reason there are auditions is so the director can choose which part to put you in. In a bigger school, there's a chance I won't make the cut.

On top of that, I'd be leaving behind the only guy who lets me play Halo 2 with him.

However, there are a few people I wouldn't mind leaving.

Cassie (Ruler of Pain, Miss Athletic, Queen Drunk)- the one who thinks I have to be able to do everything she can in phys-ed, and also says "It doesn't hurt..." whenever I'm in pain. They're my nerves for crying out loud, and they're sending impulses to my brain. Also, on our WoF trip, she called one of my roommates in order to talk to me while she was out drunk somewhere. I took it as an opportunity to yell at her for all the years of insults she's stuck me with. And she called me her 'favorite Katie' afterwards.

Ryan- I think he hates me. Back in fourth grade, the boys would always play 'Airplane'. (They'd run around with their arms out like wings.) I wanted to join in, suggesting I could be a bomber... until he tells me I should be a kamikaze plane.

The Pervert Squadron- The freshmen in the lunchline who like to push people into me and use lame lines.

My Fan Club- Eighth graders who pretend to think I'm hot. One member is tolerable, he likes to talk about Final Fantasy and Resident Evil. Once, he offered to let me borrow his copy of Advent Children. But he kept forgetting...

Telle- 'Miss Perfect'. Likes to pry into people's personal lives and then tell whatever secrets she finds. Also likes to read diaries and notes that are clearly not addressed to her.


Well, I guess I just needed to vent off some steam. Aaaaaaabyssinia!