IF THEY HAVE HERPES, DON'T MESS AROUND WITH THEM.

IF THEY HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, DON'T MESS AROUND WITH THEM.

IF THEY AREN'T GOOD PEOPLE, DON'T MESS AROUND WITH THEM.

IF THEY MAKE YOU BE CALLED MEAN NAMES, DON'T HAVE MESS AROUND WITH THEM.

FUCKING A. YOU'D THINK SOME PEOPLE WOULD UNDERSTAND IT.

I forgot to write one thing.

I hate it when you shave, then a second later you get a little shiver and your legs prick right back.

and now I'm done.

Thanks to a picture that I thought was for a debate article in the school newspaper gone horribly wrong, I have been publicly labelled as dressing "skankily". excellent. It happened to be mini skirt and tie day for debate (the last day of league- it's a tradition) and my beyond-finger-length-skir t-with-shorts-underneath ensamble made it into the newspaper when sam asked me if she could take my picture for the paper. I didn't find out that it was for the slutty article until later. And by that time it was too late to change anything, but I didn't think that it would be that big of a deal. So what, a little picture. It couldn't be that bad, could it?

Wrong. the newspapers arrived during second hour today. the picture wasn't teeny like I thought it would be. I mean, it wasn't a half-pager by any means, but it was clearly me and clearly next to the article that complains titled "take a bow for the skin show" or something very close to that. that's when it all started. nobody really said anything to me about it in 2nd hour, which was alright I guess. but everybody was looking up at me and whispering things to their neighbors.

then I left the classroom and went out into the hallway. It's a great feeling to walk down the hallways and have people saying to me (yes, in a sarcastic manner, but still) that I should try to cover up more/put on some clothes. and it went on like that for the rest of the day, until it got worse in spanish.

we did vocab today, and mr. esterline pointed out to me that I was in the paper (not in a mean way, he was just like hey it's claire!) then people were like omg you were in there did you say they could use that picture, etc... so we did vocab. and we had words like skirt, and shirt, etc. and of course, after every word este was like now this skirt is skanky, not like claire... and so on. I felt like crying right there.

I mean, I know that it's not that big of a deal, it's just a picture in a stupid high school newspaper. but how would any of you feel if you were labelled as dressing skankily in the school newspaper? those who know me well know that it's crazy, but what about those who just see me around and look at me now and talk about me? it's fabulous.

and to top it all off, sam told her boyfriend, cam, about the article. cam's a debater friend of mine, and it was really comforting to me when the first things he says to me when I got online were "hey I hear you dress slutty... is it true?" and of course the only person he would have heard the words claire and slutty together in a sentance from would be sam. excellent.

so I guess that I probably am blowing this whole thing out of proportion, but hey. it still hurts, says the girl who came to school today in jeans and a baggy nub's nob sweatshirt and was labelled as showing too much skin at school. fuck it all.

yes ma'm really has nothing to do with this entry. it was on the radio for some reason. oh well.

after 3 years almost to the day, THOSE FUCKERS ARE OFF! my braces, of course, have been a pain in the ass for the majority of my high school career. and now, thanks to a pair of plyers and these teeth scrapers (which suck royally) the stupid things are gone forever! Praise the higher power, however you define it, I am no longer a metal mouth. well, kind of. (do plates and screws in your jaw make you a metal mouth?)

MotionCitySoundtrack rocked along with SoCo. The only person I can image to surpass SoCo in terms of live performance would be the one and only john mayer, but seeing somebody jump on top of his piano in a concert definitely rocked. Check out chrissy's blog for the pics.

I'm ready for this break, for sure. and I turn 17! finally... and maybe I'll see alex...

who's alex you may ask? he's my dad's best friend's (from college) son. he's a sophomore at u of m, and really cute. maybe some of you met him over the 4th of july this summer, maybe not. anywho, ever since we've been born, my parents and his parents have been scheming to get us together (I guess it's the whole wouldn't it rock if our kids got married cuz we're best friends thing). anywho, alex and I have been good friends for a long time. on saturday night (my dad and I visited u of m, brought alex home, and spent the night with them) alex and I rented resevoir dogs. about half-way through the movie, he reached over and grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. and we sat there for the rest of the movie. after it was over, he asked me if I was tired, and since it was only about 11, I said no, and we watched I Am Sam. and about halfway through that, he kissed me. and it's all really crazy because that's exactly what both of our parents have been hoping for since we both were little kids. I guess it's kinda weird, but in a good way. I don't really know how to explain it. oh well.

resevoir dogs. same guy who did kill bill. I was expecting something hard core awesome, but was sorely disappointed. oh well. it's an ok flick, but I guess that I expected better from mr. T.

well, I've got an espanol test tomorrow and I need to make flashcards. I've started to realize how excellent those things really are.

more later.

alright. if anybody who reads this has a problem with me or the way I handle things, do me a favor and just tell me. Because as much as I like hearing about how people sit and bitch about me, it's not doing anything to solve what they bitch about. keep this quote in mind- if you're not part of the solution, you're part of the problem.

I spent last weekend at u of m with greta, and oh my gosh. I am SO ready to get out of this stupid, boring place. Not that I won't miss the people (well, some I won't miss), but Petoskey's just getting to be a bit... well you all know what I mean. It's Petoskey. And high school... ugh. I can't wait to get out of it. I've managed to keep out of drama lately, but in a place as small as the hs it kind of engulfs you- there's no escaping it. and it's exhausting trying to hide from it. this place is really starting to blow.

well it's john's birthday, and a few of us are getting together to celebrate it, so more later.

so I found out today that some friends of mine are going to this concert, and it's a band that I introduced them to. The band totally rocks- and I would love to see them live, and I wanted to go last year, but didn't have a chance to... and when I found out that they were going and hadn't said anything about it to me, I felt almost betrayed. and it's not just that they're going to a concert and didn't invite me- it seems like more than that to me. firstly, I guess that it's the fact that they wouldn't know about the band unless I had told them about it....and they know that I like it, and one of them told me that they didn't tell me because they didn't want me to bring another person. but personally, I think that it's more of the second reason I feel almost betrayed. all this summer, one of these friends kept telling me that I'm welcome to hang out with them anytime, and that we're all really great friends, etc. but now I dunno- I haven't really been invited to do anything with them at all during this school year. and the fact that they didn't even tell me they were going (it doesn't really matter that I wasn't invited) makes me feel like they don't even want me around anymore to hang out with them. I mean I told them when I was going to see john mayer, even though I didn't have extra tickets. I didn't keep it a big secret or anything. If it's a band that one of my friends really likes, I'd at least tell them that there's going to be a concert so that they'd at least have the opportunity to go find tickets and a way to get down there themselves. so to me, this is just kinda the realization that I'm really not welcomed in that group anymore, at least openly welcomed whenever I want.

It also was a bit weird last week (or maybe it was 2 weeks ago?) when geoff called me and asked me if I was going to lauren's on saturday... and I was just kind of like I wasn't invited...to be it seems like now, everything is couples-oriented. it's always steph/gabe, lauren/john, kateline/andrew, and chrissy/matt. and even if I was invited, it would be like being the 3rd wheel (only on a much larger scale, of course). so I dunno.... it's just kinda weird. but oh well, it happens I guess.

i'm not

well. I was going to have a happy blog entry this time, but apparently not. shit happens, I guess.

somebody wrote on charlotte's car last night, and I guess that she thinks it was me. something in spanish I guess, and she was like well claire's in spanish I bet it was her- so now she'll all pissed and stuff. It's fucking retarded. like I'm gonna go fuck with her car after I almost got criminal charges for messing with peoples' cars last year. yeah, that would be good judgement. and I was like geoff and megan until 12, so what- am I gonna walk my ass over there to write on her car? um, no.

well, it's really late. maybe I'll get a happy entry in tomorrow.

I have a re-inspired love for blogging now. I get to bitch about things. yes.

I hate it when people say that they'll call you right when they finish something, but four hours when you call them, something happened and they didn't call. and somehow forgot that they said they would, or you just lost priority or something. here's an example: friend gets off work at 1, calls you, says she'll call you when she's done with her homework. at 4 you call her, but her "ex" decided to come into town and she'll call you when she eats dinner. at six. and you two were supposed to go bowling in cheboygan, but oh no, it's too late now. so you've wasted your whole day sitting around waiting for a phone call that never comes. it's called being polite, people. if you make new plans, at least call and break your other plans. otherwise you're just fucking rude.

it also bothers me when people have a boyfriend, hate the relationship, and break up with the person. only to lead them on after they break up. here's another example: your friend has a boyfriend in harbor. she breaks up with him because they're just plain not good for each other. with him, it's either bf/gf or not friends, and your friend likes having someone to play with. so he thinks that they're back together, but she's just messing around having a good time. while looking for a little something else. ugh, people piss me off.

oh- and while I'm at it, here's another one. this one REALLY pisses me off.

I hate it when a "friend" of yours tells their parents everything about other people, but nothing about themselves. so to the parentals, they're perfect little church-going children but you come across as being irresponsible. example: when child tells mother that you go out to a party, and forgets to mention that she ends up going as well. so of course, you're the bad child. here's another one: when girl is out of town, you go to a party that house-sitter is having at her house. she tells her mother all about it, gets you in trouble (as you probably should have been, but that's not the problem. you deserved the trouble you got in). But somehow forgets to tell her mother that she had sex with chris neill various times at your house while you were gone for spring break. and got completely trashed. and was 10x worse than you were. OH and this one's my favorite: sleeps with your good friend's boyfriend, and somehow manages to make it alright in her little head. and then tells her mom when it gets to her that it's all a rumor and you made it up. so now mother thinks that you are now a liar on top of it all. oh and wait, I forgot about this one: scolds you for taking your car out w/o a license, as in full out tells you how stupid it is etc etc, but then once you mention that she approved of her child doing it, she makes some comment about how it's "different". one of these days, I'm going to tell her mother about her daughter's sexcapades and party stories and such when she makes a crack at me. it just fucking pisses me off how naive parents can be.

alright, this is the last one.

I hate it when people are mad at someone for so long, and talk about how much they hate them and blah blah blah, but then all of a sudden they start hanging out again. just because the other person called them. no apologies or anything, just a phone call. especially when that other person is teaching them slutty behaviors.

fucking a, people piss me off hard core.

alrighty- It's been a while, so I felt the need to update this thingy at least once.

there's nothing really doing on in my life that's too exciting. mostly stressful stuff that I get way too worked up about that doesn't really matter, or it does really matter but I just get way too entirely worked up and somehow end up not getting it accomplished. if that makes any sense.

I'm working on getting all of my college applications in on thursday of this week, but I have a 500 and 250 word essay that I need to get done today, and that's actually why I sat down at my computer this time. yet somehow I managed to get partially distracted....I'm applying to Hope, Alma, U of M and MSU, and Alma and Hope should be ready on monday, MSU on tuesday, and U of M by friday. All meeting my october first goal. go me.

does anyone else have problems getting started on their essays? maybe it's just me, and I'm really weird, but I can't get started right away. I've had no problem writing the outlines for them, but it's actually sitting down and writing them in a style that I hope the applications board will find interesting. I guess it's an ego-shooter to think that there's thousands of these things sent in, and that everybody's just kind of like well, dont try to be original. they've seen it all before. so what's the point of writing the essays then? almost everything that you can write about can be found in your application as it is. no, I take that back. my u of m essay is supposed to be about an issue of global concern. and I think that all I have to do is write up my debate case from any of my 3 years and I'll be set. but seriously- I dont know how much of the actual application they're worth- if anybody knows leave me a comment so I can put these kinds of things into perspective.

we had our first debate meeting on monday of last week, and I met the new coaches (gag me now). new dress codes, new rules, everything we run has to be approved by either coach. and I can tell you right now that isn't going to happen, mostly because they say that at least 2 pieces of evidence need to be from books, magazines, etc (NOT ONLINE) for every da, k block, etc. and it's rediculous. and there's no way sommer (younger coach, tina's minion) would let me run all of the DDI evidence I got from cam. so of course, I'm getting stressed out about this even though I dont really need to. but what can I say, I'm claire and it's what I do.

we had our first band comepetition yesterday, and we took first place by 5 points or something like that. we also took all of the caption awards with the exception of auxillary (color guard). I'm getting so sick of band. tell me the truth- would any of you people reading this stick with band if you couldn't play?

I have intro to soc tomorrow, and I love it. my teacher is the craziest guy ever, ultra-liberal anarchist dude. it rocks.

well, I really should start writing that paper.

more later.

alright- the last two days have been absolutely crazy.

first of all, tanner fucked up his car again, and decided that he was gonna take off for florida because he didn't want his parents to take his money. apparently he was planning on leaving in a month or so, and he decided that he should just leave now so that he'd still have the money that his parents would take for the repair of this blazer. geoff and I were supposed to go see the manchurian candidate, but when I called him to see when he was going to get to my house, he's like umm.... something big's going down and I can't tell you what it is, but you'll find out. and I freaked out and was like ok, so is it something big good or something big bad? and he's like ummm.... and whispered to tanner is it good or bad? and tanner asked him if it was me, and geoff handed him the phone and I'm was sitting there thinking oh shit, tanner's going to bitch me out for something retarded and I was about ready to hang up the phone. and then he just was like I'm leaving tomorrow.....it was crazy. but apparently something changed his mind, and he's not going to go. well, right now at least. but I hung out with him last night after I went to see AVP with watts (that part's coming up next, I promise) and he's giving me a call after work today. well, that's case number one of me making nicey-nice with somebody that I've been in a mutual disdain with for a while.

the next just so happens to be ryan watts. yesterday while geoff and tanner were running around gathering stuff for tanner to leave with, watts was with them for a little bit and saw my sister and I downtown heading to roast and toast for lunch. once he got dropped off at his car, he called me and was like I want to apologize and I don't want to leave for college with us on bad terms, etc. quite frankly, I was planning on writing him a letter saying that we both are allowed to be mad at each other, but I wanted to basically wish him good luck in life since I'd probably never see him again. but anywho, kelly and I got lunch and he sat there with us while we ate and we talked. and then we decided to go see a movie last night. I brought megan along mostly because I didn't want to be stuck all alone in a dark theater with watts. and that plan worked out very nicely, because of course megan flirted with him the whole time.

but it's been a crazy 2 days- tanner and watts and I are all on good terms again. and it all happened 2 days before I left for a week and a half. weird.

more later, I need to get packing.

john mayer rocked. that's all I can say.

dmb/jurassic 5/ben harper in october. rock on.

work sucks.

isle royale on sunday for a week and a half (as lauren and darren would say w00t)

manchurian candidate later.

more later.