It Has Been a While! :o

It's Gracie here!

Gosh, it's been a while since Erin or I have blogged!

While, not much has changed. I'm switching to a Performing Arts school! I'm really excited. It's a school called Merry Rose Performing Arts Academy. It's on the edge of New Jersey, right near New York City! This will be GREAT!

My dorm assignment is in a portion of the school called Junman Hall, in Room 256. There are six different "halls" for girls dorms, and six for boys. Junman Hall is in the Theatre quadrant of the campus. The dorm my sister Bethie is in is called Rickter Hall in the Instrumental quadrant.

I've already started packing some of my blankets and clothes, but not too much. We don't leave until February 11th!

And, I have some great news, too! Erin auditioned ME in the American Girl Modeling Academy on YouTube! I'm so excited! I hope I get in, really badly. If you'd like to see my audition video, click here!

Thanks for reading!

~Grace~

Missing My Hippie

I miss Erin.

And from that sentence above, you can infer who is the author of this blog, today.

She's getting creative with the nicknames, as well. Gracearoni, Graceland, [which happens to be the name of Elvis Presley's home. All too predictable of her.] Graceamania, Gracetastic, Graceanaspiostic [apperantly, her vocabulary grade in English rose.]

Her hippie personality is still going strong, butting heads with hippie haters, plastering peace signs to random lockers, working on her giant John Lennon mural on the side of the school building [that the school doesn't know about] and Chrissa is helping her a lot. It's getting colder up in Canada and she threw a tantrum because Kirsten wouldn't let her wear her gladiator sandals to school anymore, and she sent me a strongly worded email of every detail of her fight, including how many swear words she used and how many times Kirsten threatened to take away her iPod.

Erin sent me a picture message via email that included her family's school pictures [Erin found a way to daze the photographer so she could give a peace sign to the camera] They turned out perfectly.

Grace's Chrissa emailed me.

Grace! What's up? I'm great, and I was just rummaging through my art supplies and I found this beautifiul poem that Erin wrote. I decided to share it with you.\

Grace, the name that flies

Carries me to the true blue

Skies above

Her wings like a swan with

the heart of an angel.

Sunlight beckons us to

Come sail away

It made me want to cry.

-Grace

The Weirdest Things Happen

When you think about it, life is just a huge 'ole jumble of weirdness.
The fact that you put bananas on your toast this morning instead of jelly is weird. The fact that my sister spends hours to a day singing Glee and Taylor Swift songs is sooo weird. And the fact that I ended up getting on stage and giving an apology to all of New York City on Thanksgiving really, really REALLY is weird.

Yep, thats how I spent my Thanksgiving.

I stood there on the big black stage with Bethie's sister Ruthie and the all of Glee Club. Ruthie called up Bethie, and somehow everyone ended up singing together, all three competing Glee Clubs, "Fame!" from the musical. The original.

... Just, weird.

I guess I have a lot of 'weird' to apologize for. I sort of lied to Sonali. I lied to Gracelynne. I lied to Grace. I lied to my sisters. I lied to Elizabeth. I lied to Chrissa. I've been a weird liar, and I'm so sorry. I was jealous. Of Bethie. I wanted Sonny for myself. But now I realize, who I need is Chrissa. Chrissa is the best friend I could ever ask for.
But don't think I forgot Gracie.
She'll be in my heart forever. <3

Peace out weirdos,
Erin

Hatred -.-

I might as well just call this blog "The Story of Grace". I'm about ready to call Erin up on the phone and give her a good talking-to about this.

I'm just...too angry right now.

Erin was being taunted by the neighborhood four year olds while we were filming our murder mystery, Dead in Deutschland, and she was staring them down to scare them away, and then I fell face forward on the sidewalk, leaving a permanent scratch on my nose. Little did Erin know, Ruthie [who is my character, Brooklyn's best friend] PUSHED me over.

Now Erin isn't even considering me to do AGMA for her. All because of RUTHIE.

I decided I had enough of Ruthie's crazy antics. Today, I pushed Ruthie's door open. I saw her dancing and singing along to "Could It Be You" by H*wood on her iHome.

"I like a punk rock chick, with hair just like Rihanna, like a go-go girl who dance like Lady Gaga, they're the girls who start the party, so baby could it be you, be you, be you?" She sang.
I grabbed her iHome and threw it against the wall.

"Alright Smithens." I growled. "We need to chat."
She whirled around. "Oh, hey Grace... um, the weather is-" She stuttered.
"Let's cut to the chase. Why do you hate me? Why did you push me? Why did you RUIN me?!" I said, angrily.
"Um...I..."
"What?"
"...uhhh....."
"WHAT?!"
She got up and left.
"....the heck!?" I finished for myself.

Ruthies Can Go Drown in a Lake

I kicked the chair one last time and screamed like a small toddler. I was furious. Lanie was at the greenhouse, looking for indoor houseplants to keep her company during the cold autumn days, and I was at home, screaming my head off while kicking Kit's desk chair.

Samantha came in my room, wearing her apron over her clothes carrying a wooden spoon.

"Gosh, Gracie. If you scream any louder Erin will come from Canada to kill whoever's hurting you." Samantha joked.

And I'd especially like that today. I'd scream all across the New England states, and Erin would hitch a train, a boat, and a bus to come to destroy whoever snapped my heart in four. No, not in two. In FOUR.

And today, it would be RUTHIE who's life would end.

Ruthie. Ruthie Noelle. Ruthie Noelle Smithens. Otherwise known as ERIN'S NEXT AGMA MODEL.

YOU HEARD ME.

Erin changed her mind. Now that Ruthie's here, it's Ruthie this and Ruthie that and Ruthie Ruthie Ruthie. "Ruthie's such a beautiful girl." "I'm so glad I got Ruthie." "I love my Ruthie." Erin would say.

And today, Erin decided that Ruthie will be AGMA Season 4's model.

Which is why I'm screaming my head off.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

Not Forgotten, Just .. Not Home

"Knock knock?"
A voice sounded from outside the door.

I was upside down on my bed, clutching a pillow in front of my face. A drained pepsi can stood on the bedside table, and Pocketful of Sunshine played softly from my iPod speaker. The positive words of the song were starting to get annoying.
"Nobody's home." I said, the words muffled by the pillow.

Chrissa opened the door. "Well, its my room too, either way."
I sat up and took the pillow away from my face. I blinked at Chrissa for a few seconds.
She sat down on the bed next to me and held out her hands, hopeful for a hug.
I simply stood up and pressed the off button on my speakers.
Chrissa's eyes became soft and sympathetic.
She thought I was depressed because I missed my sister.
Hah.
As if she knew.

Nobody knew.
NOBODY BUT ME!
I made a noise of disgust.
Then I realized Chrissa was still here.

"Oh.." I turned around. "Chrissa, can you go?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Fine, if you want it that way."

I stood still, frozen, until she had closed the door behind her.

Then I ran back to my bed, clutched my pillow, and started bawling.


-Erin

Word of the Day: FURIOUS

I'm searching for a word.....

What could this word be?

Oh, found it.

FURIOUS.

I'm furious about MANY many things.

I guess this will just be a furious post.

Firstly, ERIN HAS NOT POSTED IN FOREVER. We PROMISED that we would post as often as we could!

Me, I've just been to furious to post.

I am disappointed in her! SHAME ON YOU, ERIN LILLY VIOLET.

Since I haven't posted in a while, I'll shame myself, too.

SHAME ON YOU, GRACELYNNE MARGARET ROSE.

Much better.

Secondly, I'm furious because LANIE IS FORGETTING OUR SPECIAL BONDEDNESS D:

It's like Ruthie arriving has made her totally blind to me, us, and our friendship.

"Hey Lanie!" I asked on Wednesday, peeking into her bedroom. "Wanna go to the movies? We can go see Eat Pray Love."

"Not today, Gracelynne. Ruthie and I had plans to go see Eat Pray Love this evening." Lanie said, as she transplanted her dracena into a larger pot, not even looking up to acknowledge me.

"Can we go together?" I asked, a bit discouraged.

"Ruthie only got two tickets. Now LEAVE! Your negative energy is troubling my african violets!" Lanie shooed me out of her shared room.

I sighed and stepped into the dressing room.

Later that day, I went to go see Eat Pray Love. By myself.

"Lanie, you want to go to the park? We can play by the fountain and eat lunch together." I asked while she flicked through the channels on the televison.

"Umm.....Ruthie and I were going to go shopping at the mall and get lunch there." Lanie said, like she was trying to decline me nicely.

"Can I come?"I said, trying not to side too rude.

"No! Ruthie and I were going to go ALONE! Now leave! I'm just about to find out who falls below the yellow line!" Lanie shouted, as the DVR recording of a re-run of "The Biggest Loser" returned from the commerical break.
Later that day, I went to the park and played by the fountain and ate lunch. Alone. And it wasn't as fun as it would have been with Lanie.

Finally, today, I went up to her while she was on YouTube.

"Lanie..? You want to play on Erin's InnerstarU? We can finish that project we started working on." I suggested.

"No, no, now shhh. This is the funny part." I waited a minute, then Lanie burst out laughing. I saw no humor.

I hit the Escape button and her YouTube page vanished.

"Hey!" Lanie yelled, looking at me in the face for the first time in three days.

"Lanie, what is with you? We haven't hung out in three days and you've been ditching me for Ruthie!" I said, angrily.

"You're just jealous because I'm making friends with Ruthie and you're not!" Lanie argued.

"I am not!"

"You are too!"

"Lanie, you're my best friend! I like hanging out with you and I like being friends with you! It's just that, well, I miss you!" I argued back.

"Maybe I want more friends! Maybe I was getting bored of you and wanted more!" Lanie said, her voice lashing like a whip.

"Oh!" I could feel the tears in my eyes.

"Not everyone wants to be friends with a boring bookworm who obsesses over Taylor Swift and clings to her friends!" Lanie fought.

"Well, you say that like everyone enjoys being around a pea-brained environmentalist who only cares about how much fertilizer her garden gets or how much positive energy is around her stupid houseplants!" I fought back.

"Gracelynne McCartney, GO AWAY! I HATE YOU!" Lanie bellowed.

I kicked over her potted tree as I exited the room.

I stormed up lto my bedroom. I shoved past Bailey on my way up.

"Woah, who called in tornado patrol?" Bailey teased.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." I snapped.

I climbed up the hatches to my bedroom and kicked my wall. I pushed all my photos of Lanie and me off my besides table and onto the floor and stamped on them. I ripped them to pieces and threw them in the garbage.

Finally, I got to the note she gave me for my birthday.

Hey Gracie!

I luv you sooo much! We will be besties for everrr! :)

Happy Birthday!

Love,

Lanie

I shoved it under my mattress and sat down at my desk.

I hate her. I hate her. I can't stand her! Oh, I need to trash her room! That will show her! Ugh, I hate her so much!

All my evil thoughts were telling me to trash her bedroom and ruin her stuff.

Which, I totally did.

I'm done with Lanie. If she's gonna blow me off for someone who we barely know.

Ugh. I hate her.

~Grace~