Giant, mega epiphany.

I was a total jerkface prissy prickwad of baloney in sixth grade.
I'm probably still that way.
Sixth to seventh grade was when I was at the peak of my rudeness. I just reread a whole bunch of my old chats, and one of the ones from when I was in sixth grade basically went like:

Friend: hey!
Me: hi.
Friend: so what's up?
Me: im busy
Friend: oh ok...but can i show you something? plzzz its important
Me: no, im busy
Friend: plzzz?
Me: OH. MI. GOD.
Friend: ...
Me: WHAT THE FREAK DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ABOUT AWAY GOD UR SO ANNOYING
Friend: i didnt say anything...................
Me: OH MY GOD IM AWAY STOP BOTHERING ME

Yeah, it's safe to say that that's probably the reason I kind of had a reputation for being a tightass in school.
Although I do hope that I've changed now. "Changed" meaning completely and utterly changed. I don't want to be that girl that has the reputation for being really, really rude.

On another note: FISH BOWL!
Here's the general gist of what happened:
Went
Signed up for clubs
Got free candy from signing up
Decided to sign up for Red Cross for the free Milky Way bar
Decided to sign up for StuCo because it's just amazingly awesome
Decided to sign up for Science Club because...okay, seriously, what the hell was going on in my mind?
Wandered around
Found some friends
Latched onto said friends like superglue
Said friends literally tried to ditch me by walking very fast
Said friends claimed it was a joke
Said friends try this process about five times
Bell rings and we all go to the assigned homeroom
Seniors take roll ("Er...alright, you gotta help me with this one...Wuh..."; "Does it start with W? Because that's me. Just call me Michelle, though.")
Seniors explain about Westwood
Homeroom students play on phones
We go out of our homerooms and attempt to find our way downstairs
I lead everybody to a dead end
I'm booted off the Head Navigator position
We find our way downstairs
Everyone is packed into the gym
Cheerleaders start dancing for a "pep rally"
Boys ogle at cheerleaders' short miniskirts
Girls glare at cheerleaders for capturing boys' attention
Cheerleaders attempt to teach the class body a cheer that basically consists of shaking your butt/hips
Senior class president Rishi announces the "Party is onnnnnnnn!"
Senior class president Rishi starts pelvic-thrusting all the poor fishies
I get pelvic-thrusted
I gag in the corner
Senior class president Rishi takes off his shirt (don't worry, he was wearing two...which does strike me as a little odd)
Senior class president Rishi chases two girls around the gym
Everybody decides to steer clear of senior class president Rishi for the year
I lamely stand here, there, outside, eating, drinking, "dancing"--WHATEVER it is, I perform the action lamely
I mingle
I chatter
I watch boys play ping pong (yeah, they had ping pong tables set up)
I eat strawberries
I dance a little
I curse myself for wearing super skinny jeans
I drink some Sprite
I lose Kolencherry in the crowd, which is bad because I'm giving her a ride home
Found Kolencherry!
We go home
Er, she goes home and I go to my home
...I watch "August Rush" with my mom while trying to imitate the cheerleaders

Alright, maybe that last part wasn't totally related to Fish Bowl, but it was part of my eventful night. Gosh, can't wait for school to actually start, huh?