She’s so very…I don’t care

School wasn’t particularly interesting or eventful today. Just the usual lessons and stuff…my batchmates are way too excited about the cheerleading thing. They’re already holding rehearsals this Friday and we’re due to have our measurements taken for our costumes next week. I swear, some of my batchmates are so dumb; they suggested that the pep squad wear jogging pants instead of cheerleading skirts because they think their legs are too ugly. Hello? Who’s going to look at their stupid legs? Nobody’s going to single them out on the day and competition and say, “Ooh, so and so’s legs are sooo fat and short!”

I don’t feel like joining the cheerleading competition anymore, not just because of the sudden change of costume, but because my batchmates are too full of themselves. I am ashamed to be called a junior. My batchmates prance around the halls and degrade the other batches as if they’ve already been declared champion; but they haven’t even practiced a single dance step yet. They underestimate the seniors, freshmen and sophomores too much and I pray that any of them will win the cheerleading competition so my batchmates would stop acting like total pricks. There was a meeting in my classroom at lunchtime regarding cheerleading rehearsals and when some girls from the other class refused to join, Nenok marched over to their room and screamed at them. She was like, “You’re all so maarte; you act like you aren’t members of our batch!” How I wish I was one of those girls! If I were there I’d tell her, “Well I never wanted to be a part of your stupid batch! Fuck the cheerleading competition! You can shove it up your ass for all I care! You can stand there all day but I’m not joining your meeting. You can’t force me to do something I don’t want to do!” Fortunately, one of the girls gave her a sarcastic reply and that made Nenok (manok!) so pissed that she simply walked out of the room.

The only participation I would probably do for this cheerleading thing is to play the guitar for them. We aren’t allowed to hire a band this year because our principal wants us to maximize our talents. Whatever..but I would be more than happy to play for them. The only problem is, I don’t know how to play the electric guitar…yet. Too bad! But if I did know how to I really would. I don’t have an electric guitar yet but I asked for one for my 16th birthday. I wanted to get it this Christmas already but I then I won’t exactly have time for lessons. If my Germany trip for the Choir pushes through (and even if it doesn’t I’m still going to travel anyway), I’ll need to take my review classes early this year instead of over the summer. And I’ll be continuing my Spanish lessons which leaves me with no time to practice at all. Oh well. I’ve decided to call my non-existent band Dresden Punk Dolls. I don’t really know how I came upon that name but I think it’s got attitude. I want my band to sound like a cross between Hole and Barbie’s Cradle. Because although I can’t scream like Courtney Love, I do sing somewhat like Barbie. I wrote my first song last night, it’s called Slow Moving Traffic. Actually, I’ve only written the lyrics so far but after reading it again it sounds more like a poem than it is a song.

I’m curled up
on the backseat of a car
as the slow moving traffic
stretches a long long way from me.
I stare up at the orange pink sky
and gaze intently into the clouds
and I wonder if there are any angels up there
hiding behind its fluffly whiteness
that look you
and do they play music on their harps?

And I wish you were here with me
while I wait for the traffic to improve.
But it moves ever so slowly
and I can’t reach you just yet
So I stare at the sky some more
and remember how much it felt like heaven
somewhere within fifty feet from you.
I don’t know if you miss me
but I’m dying to see you
and I need to be patient
because I’m stuck in slow moving traffic.