To Write Love On Her Fingernails.

I wrote "Love" on my fingernails!
Exciting, right?

Guess what.
There is a phantom spider in my bathroom! O.o
I was standing in there, getting ready for bed, when suddenly, this hairy monstrosity begins crawling slowly from the depths of my shower across the wall towards me! I ran to my room, grabbed the biggest shoe I could find, and ran back in. Unfortunately, it was at an awkward angle, so when I slammed the shoe against the wall to squish the thing, it fell onto the floor. I slammed the shoe over it again, and missed. Then, again. I hit it this time, and its legs crumpled up over its body and it died. Or so I thought. I left it there because I was tired and didn't wanna touch it. Being a secret Pacifist, I felt a little guilty for killing it.
I woke up the next morning and walked in to shower and stuff, and the spider was...gone. Disappeared. The shoe was there, right where I'd left it, but the spider had vanished.
So, now there's a ghost of a spider floating around, teleporting in and out of my bathroom and probably crawling on me at night, laughing at me. And one night I'm going to wake up and realize it's creeping up my leg, trying to kill me for trying to kill it.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

The title of this blog post is a spin off of To Write Love On Her Arms. I wasn't sure what it was, so I googled it and came up with an organization trying to stop suicide and things. It reminded me of Operation Beautiful.
Here are the sites if you wanna check em out. People trying to make a difference in the world. A little difference, but a difference nonetheless. That's pretty B.A, if you ask me (or if you don't). I salute you!
www.twloha.com/vision/
www.operationbeautiful.com

Yesterday, the choir and band went to solo and ensemble contest. Basically, all the music kids (that wanna participate) in the state get together in a high school and sing and play music and show off how good they are alone or in small groups. We hang out and get nervous and play our stuff and get rated (1-5, 1 being the absolute best. You also go to State competition if you get a 1, where you have to be HARDCORE BEST OF THE BEST INSANE PRODIGIES to get a 1) and then get really happy or incredibly depressed. Especially if you're a freshman.
Junior High: Unless you just completely screw up, you will get a 1.
High School: A 2 is really, really good.
But you still expect 1's in the back of your mind.
Anyway, I met these two random guys there while my friend and I were sitting in the auditorium waiting for his piano solo to come. Their names were Colin and Tucker. But I called Colin "Fred" because he wouldn't tell me what his name was and his friend told me his name was "Cupcakesnufflupagus" or something along those lines.

He told me fried chicken solves everything.
Wise words, Fred.

I'm trying to find art blogs. You know, those blogs that post challenges every month or so? So that whenever I feel crafty (I make PUNS), I can make crap. If you find one, do tell, por favor.

How I know my Spanish class is actually working:
My friend asked me how I was in Spanish.
And I answered.
In Spanish.
I was proud of myself.

Soy muy cansada, pero contento.

We watched the Phantom of The Opera today! The movie version with Gerard Butler. It was pretty good. I liked the music best. The storyline itself gets hard to follow.
But music: A++++++++++++++++.
Gorgeous. Gorgeous.
Gah.


Love
Love
Love on my fingernails,
Samm

Song Quote Of Note: "I can take you away from here."
Title: All I Wanted.
Artist: Michelle Branch.