A Dream Come True (Longer version), chapter 4
* The date now is February 12, 2006 *
A lot has happened in the past year. I discovered who Green Day was, made friends with Matt, forgetting all the stuff he did to me in sixth grade. And through him I met Tyler. And now I'm popular. Funny how that works, when you want to be as popular as the rich kids and cheerleaders, you can never achieve your goal, then when it's the last thing on your wish list, it comes to you instantly. But, the main reason I'm popular is because everyone wants to change my style. Heather tells me I'll still be a "punk," just with a good style." To me, "punk" defines your indivual style, not caring what anyone has to say about. A few weeks ago, I let my friends give me a make-over, mostly because I can't say no to them. So, on one fateful Saturday, we all went to Dhrumi's house. And let me tell you, she has the biggest house I've seen. Heather got there first, me second, then Ashley, and then Bionca. Before Ashley came over, they made me take a shower so they could blow-dry my hair and then straighten it.
While Ashley was blow-dring my hair, the expresion on my face and my hair flying everyone was obviously hilarious. Heather and Dhrumi were litally "ROFL." I couldn't help but laugh myself, watching them stumble over each other and then laughing more. Once that was done, I got to look in the mirror one last time, only to see more of an afro sitting on top of my head. Then Bionca came so we headed to Dhrumi's parent's bathroom. Dhrumi and her little cousin put pink nail polish on my nails which to this day, little chips of it remain because Mom's nail polish remover didn't work all too well. Bionca and Ashley were straitening my hair, while Heather just stood there and held stuff. In the end, my hair didn't look all that bad, but I look more of a clown then Kyt's idol, Manson. Kyt is my best friend since kindergarten. We live in other parts of Georgia now but we still keep in touch through the internet via Neopets. Yes, I have an account on Neopets, but the site is so Goddamn run down now, that I only wanted one for the guild. Our guildis called Garden of Whispers, a fantasy role play guild only for literates. I've made new friends in there. Kyt helped me get in. The other people are Virena, Diamond, Lady, Sorano, and Gabz. The only active ones now are Virena, Kyt, and I. And Kyt's idol, I only make fun of him just to piss her off, which is quite fun. Plus, she makes fun of Green Day, but mostly Tré.
But, back to the make-over thing. To make things short, I hated it. And they said I would love it. As soon as I got home, I scrubbed the crap off, not wanting to look like a walking cake head any longer.
And now I've reconnected with Emily, the one that lives across the street. Poor thing, stuck in the middle of Caroline and me. She says she still friends with her, but she also says that she annoyed with her.
"Every time I try to talk to Austin, she pushes me out of the way and is like, 'Austin's [i]my<i/> Valentine! ' It gets really annoying..." Then I thought over for a second," Isn't she fourteen now? And Austin's nine? Pedophile..." Emily laughed," What's a pedophile?" Zach, Emily's little seven or eight year old brother asked. Everyone thinks he likes me. When I started listening to Green Day, so did he. When I listened to one song by My Chemical Romance, he goes and buys the whole cd. And the worst part is, he got Bullet in a Bible and Mom won't even get it for me because of the parental advisory. And she won't even let me get The Network cd. I tried telling her that only two songs had "bad" words in it, but then Daddy-dearest came into the picture. He said if it had a parental advisory, they must be satanic. Life really sucks right now...
A lot has happened in the past year. I discovered who Green Day was, made friends with Matt, forgetting all the stuff he did to me in sixth grade. And through him I met Tyler. And now I'm popular. Funny how that works, when you want to be as popular as the rich kids and cheerleaders, you can never achieve your goal, then when it's the last thing on your wish list, it comes to you instantly. But, the main reason I'm popular is because everyone wants to change my style. Heather tells me I'll still be a "punk," just with a good style." To me, "punk" defines your indivual style, not caring what anyone has to say about. A few weeks ago, I let my friends give me a make-over, mostly because I can't say no to them. So, on one fateful Saturday, we all went to Dhrumi's house. And let me tell you, she has the biggest house I've seen. Heather got there first, me second, then Ashley, and then Bionca. Before Ashley came over, they made me take a shower so they could blow-dry my hair and then straighten it.
While Ashley was blow-dring my hair, the expresion on my face and my hair flying everyone was obviously hilarious. Heather and Dhrumi were litally "ROFL." I couldn't help but laugh myself, watching them stumble over each other and then laughing more. Once that was done, I got to look in the mirror one last time, only to see more of an afro sitting on top of my head. Then Bionca came so we headed to Dhrumi's parent's bathroom. Dhrumi and her little cousin put pink nail polish on my nails which to this day, little chips of it remain because Mom's nail polish remover didn't work all too well. Bionca and Ashley were straitening my hair, while Heather just stood there and held stuff. In the end, my hair didn't look all that bad, but I look more of a clown then Kyt's idol, Manson. Kyt is my best friend since kindergarten. We live in other parts of Georgia now but we still keep in touch through the internet via Neopets. Yes, I have an account on Neopets, but the site is so Goddamn run down now, that I only wanted one for the guild. Our guildis called Garden of Whispers, a fantasy role play guild only for literates. I've made new friends in there. Kyt helped me get in. The other people are Virena, Diamond, Lady, Sorano, and Gabz. The only active ones now are Virena, Kyt, and I. And Kyt's idol, I only make fun of him just to piss her off, which is quite fun. Plus, she makes fun of Green Day, but mostly Tré.
But, back to the make-over thing. To make things short, I hated it. And they said I would love it. As soon as I got home, I scrubbed the crap off, not wanting to look like a walking cake head any longer.
And now I've reconnected with Emily, the one that lives across the street. Poor thing, stuck in the middle of Caroline and me. She says she still friends with her, but she also says that she annoyed with her.
"Every time I try to talk to Austin, she pushes me out of the way and is like, 'Austin's [i]my<i/> Valentine! ' It gets really annoying..." Then I thought over for a second," Isn't she fourteen now? And Austin's nine? Pedophile..." Emily laughed," What's a pedophile?" Zach, Emily's little seven or eight year old brother asked. Everyone thinks he likes me. When I started listening to Green Day, so did he. When I listened to one song by My Chemical Romance, he goes and buys the whole cd. And the worst part is, he got Bullet in a Bible and Mom won't even get it for me because of the parental advisory. And she won't even let me get The Network cd. I tried telling her that only two songs had "bad" words in it, but then Daddy-dearest came into the picture. He said if it had a parental advisory, they must be satanic. Life really sucks right now...
