Woah...

Just checked my stats and I'm at exactly 8,888 for all time.

For the first time ever I don't want anyone to view my blog.

If you're reading this, you ruined it. Thanks a lot.

Always,
Abby Noel

Wait a minute, just a week ago I was miserable. What is this?

The first week of school was so stressful that I actually ended up making myself sick. But this week has been SO much better. I feel like I have been literally dumped into a world of theatre- It's great! I got into the theatre group thing that I tried out for on wednesday and we're going to a big conference/competition pretty soon which I'm am super excited for because it's basically a whole weekend of classes and workshops and then we get to preform a one act play.

The school musical auditions won't be tomorrow like I said before, because the teacher hasn't bought the rights to the play yet, but the good news is we found out what it will be- Hairspray! 

Along with just the acting itself, I've met a bunch of really great people because of this group. Especially this one guy..... :)  I don't think any further explanation is needed. 

I think that this would be a great time to just take you into my mind a little bit of yesterday when I was texting this guy... prepare to enter the paranoid world that is my brain.

And then I respond, and the whole thing repeats itself. 

I don't think people that know me in real life realize that all they have to do is read my blog and they're basically reading my diary....

Always,

Abby Noel 

I overheard this interesting statement today...

"But he talks idiotly!" 

Well you no make sense talk! How expect you he smartly speak?!?

Noel,
Abby Always

I think I just died a little bit inside...

A couple days ago I bought a new Final Fantasy game for my DS (I know this must sound soo exciting to all of you, but I promise the story gets better) and with this kind of game, I often go of on little phases of crazy when all I want to do is play this game. Not eat dinner, not bathe, not go downstairs periodically to make sure my whole family is still alive, NOT NOTHING.

So I was having one of these..uh...episodes, and I was laying in bed at a perfectly relaxed heart rate, when completely out of no where my heart starts pounding really fast and really strongly for about ten beats, then goes back to normal. I still have no idea what it was. 

If I had died from this....that would have been one amazing horror movie plot; someone dies while playing a game, and a legend starts around that everyone that almost wins the game dies! Man, I should write movies. 

And just because this post is, so far, very paragraph-y and dreadful, here's a picture of what I looked like after my friend Allynn made the mistake of giving me coffee in the morning-

See guys, coffee can cause baldness. 

As if my near-Final Fantasy-death wasn't enough terror to experience for one week, I get to have another heart attack tomorrow when I audition for a drama thing (I don't really have many details on it because I just found out today. Darn, late school announcements!) and then again on Monday I'll be auditioning for the school musical which I also just found out about today. 

For the musical I need to have a one minute monologue and 30 seconds of a song from the 60's 70's, or 80's.   I'm going to sing the bridge and first verse of Can't Buy Me Love by the Beatles. I'm not sure what monologue I'm doing though because all the ones free on the internet are either stupid, or made for elderly men. 

If anyone actually read all of this, I would love a comment. I can't stand feeling like I write all of this stuff for it to just sit here and suffer a slow, digital death with no one to keep them company but their 32 adorable but creepy digital cats. 

Always,

Abby Noel 

If only I could be learning like, equations and stuff, like the average human being.

It's been only a week, and I've already been pushed against countless walls, looked at the way someone would look at an old rotten corn dog, and literally pushed into a trash can. (Well, the trash can thing happened at church.) (Which I now realize doesn't make it any better)

But even with all of this happening, I've managed to learn some things.

1. When there is a cute boy in your Journalism class, who wears really cute glasses but unfortunately also happens to be a junior, don't stare at him. He will see you. (S, you know who you are)

2. When you realize you're wearing the same sweater as an upperclassman ahead of you in the lunch line, flee.

(Even though I was taller then her and it will definitely happen again because I really like that sweater. The shear terror was added simply for comedic effect.)  

3. Every cute boy you find either is a senior or has a girlfriend.  Get over it. He will not be asking you to prom. 

4. Eventually you are going to be trampled and pushed into a wall. If you're super lucky, you get to go through it on the first day of school. 

5. Remember all those people that you didn't like in middle school? THEY ARE STILL HERE.

6. People will hate on your blog for the simple fact that it isn't on Tumblr.

7. Just because you meet a guy you think is cute and funny doesn't mean you should compliment him anonymously on his tumblr. He'll probably find out who you are, and be disappointed that someone better didn't think he was cute.  :( 

8. You might just be better off saving yourself the embarrassment and keeping your mouth shut when you like someone.  

Always,

Abby Noel 

R.I.P. 9/11 Victims

We will never forget you.

You are such a spaz...

At school yesterday, in P.E. (we were still just sitting on the bleachers because P.E. hasn't officially started yet) my friend Salinna comes running up and throws her backpack on the ground and yells that she couldn't fit it in her locker.

This is the calm way that Salinna should have acted-

Instead, Salinna chose to respond to the situation like so- 

That poor, cute little backpack :(

Oh and here's a little fun fact- Prisoners have more time to eat lunch then we do at my school. 

Always,

Abby Noel

Dark Blue- Jack's Mannequin

Bob the musical stickman is back, and he would love it if you would listen to this song.

(I really suggest you listen to this song. Bob tracks the location of everyone that views the posts he's in. Don't make him want to use that information. )

(I know it says parent advisory in the bottom, but this song in the album is completely clean) 

Always,

Abby Noel

Excuses for Not Doing Homework

School is starting up again, which means that everyone is going to start getting homework again. But of course, everyone has times that they want to do nothing but eat Nutella with a spoon and lay in bed to watch bad cable T.V. So when you're too busy with stuff like that to do your homework, just use one of these excuses.

#1. Your tongue got stuck to a frozen flagpole.

#2 Your school bus got held up by an international paper thief. 

#3  Right when you were starting your homework, a mysterious guy in green tights broke into your house. 

Trust me, your teachers will buy it every time. 

Always,

Abby Noel 

Freshman day....Oh Man

Freshman day was seriously the most terrifying thing I've ever experienced. (Aside from "getting attacked" by an animatronic spider, but that's another story) 

Just walking in the door, we were mobbed by three billion teachers/staff that all lined up, clapping and cheering. It was horrific. 

Later that day, while the guidance counselor was talking to our group, my friend Salinna and I (Hi Salinna!) were sitting in the front of the room, right next to the guidance counselor. She was showing us a paper that explained something-or-whatever (that no one was actually paying attention to) and she didn't realize that she was holding the paper upside down even though she looked at it like five times.  I could hardly contain my laughter and I felt like a complete idiot because I was the only one laughing. *sigh* I have no self control when it comes to laughing.

Also, just knowing the people that are going to be freshman with me, I can guarantee that a lot of people will make at least one of these mistakes-

But it won't really be their fault. I mean, with all the effort they put into choosing the shirt and jewelry, I would forget my pants too. 

Do you have any high school freshman horror stories? Comment!

Always,

Abby Noel