Crazy Wild Thoughts
Summary:
I'm Gabriella Montez, a 16 year old girl (yes I'm a girl although my next door neighbour Troy Bolton (also known as Satan's son) thinks I'm from a freakish alien species –don't ask!) and I've decided instead of boring everyone to death with my mindless ramble and consequently getting yelled at or having weird looks thrown at me; I will write my crazy wild thoughts here…
Disclaimer:
I don't own High School Musical nor do I own anything else you may recognise (such as the books, films, TV programmes I may have a tendency to want to write about.) The only thing I own is the plot
A/N So first, I would like to say thank you so much to all of you have reviewed. You were all amazing!
And right now, I am going to read 'Double Cross' - the fourth book in the 'Noughts and Crosses' series by Malorie Blackman (If you haven't read it, check it out - it's amazing!) It was released on Thursday and I pre orded it - and it's finally come so I'm going to enjoy this afternoon/night reading! I'm really excited!
September 9th
Hey oh wonderful diary…
You know today is the ninth day of the ninth month! Does anyone else think that that is pretty cool!!!
Anyway on with the operations…
Operation 'think of a new catchphrase': blah! This operation is beginning to piss me off! I just am finding it waaaaaaaaaay to hard! And with other operations this really is not a priority! So I think I'm going to put it on hiatus! (You do know what that means don't you? Basically I'm going to be having a break from this operation…)
Operation 'think of a name for diary': Ok… so before you can say 'Fool! You did not do ANYTHING on this operation, I will tell you that in fact I did – I just forgot to write that little bit of detail down (hey! Don't blame me – blame my now suddenly hectic life!) I did go on a website and I found a few names but I didn't like them – they were too boring. So for now you will still be called diary!
Operation 'Bring that arrogant ass Troy Bolton down a few pegs': Going to be hard as I am trying to avoid him
Operation 'Avoid Troy Bolton the bastard and whose also known as Satan's son': Yea that is also going to be hard seeing as he's coming over to my house for freaking dinner!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I still don't know how I'm going to cope with that!
Operation 'Try and find out about what car I want to get to drive my lazy ass around in': Yea need to do this – I want a car!!!! (throwing a mini tantrum here!)
Operation 'Mention my cool new name for the basketball bastards – flunk heads! To Taylor': Still need to do this…
Operation 'Have Taylor move up from just a friend to a bloody best friend to the bloody end': Ongoing operation – will start working on it!
So today I am now unusually writing in you BEFORE I actually go to school. Why? I actually have no idea! I mean usually I am rushing around before school trying to get ready and make sure that I am actually in on time. Today? Yea I spent half the night awake thinking of various ways I can suddenly move to a far far away country – like I don't know… China! I happen to like Chinese food! Chicken noodles are my fave! At least I think I'll stop by China for dinner – therefore missing out on the dreaded 'Bolton invasion dinner' However, I do happen to have SOME common sense and know that that alternative is highly impossible! Therefore I was kept up and unable to sleep trying to think of ways to get out of the dinner. All I've got so far is that I've got waaaay to much of freaking homework! That should work (hopefully… ok then it won't work – why did you have to go and burst my bubble???)
So I am now watching people outside my window as they go on with their happy lives not having to worry about a bastard coming to their house for dinner! I mean it's not that I actually have anything against the actual Bolton parents (Except for the fact that they created a monster but whatever) I mean I'm sure that they didn't do anything wrong! I'm sure that they are both actually pretty two decent people! I mean – look at how Coach Bolton offered me a ride to school. If it was anyone else they would have made me run to school. But no! Coach offered me a ride! The thing is it's just their monster of a son I have a problem with! I mean he's got this humongous ego and is this cocky smart ass! Not to mention the fact that he can sure as hell be pretty damn intimidating when he wants to be!
Ok so now I really need to go! Otherwise I'm going to be late and then I'd get detention with the dragon lady! And I think we all know that that would be absolute pure torture!
Just looking through my wardrobe to see what the hell I'm going to wear…
So anyway… I am now still sitting here in my room! Because it seems that I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I had forgotten that today was SATURDAY! Seriously though – who the hell forgets when it's Saturday? I mean I can understand if it's like a weekday when you've got school or something because those days all seem to blend together. But no! I had gone and forgotten the first day of my mini holiday. Ok so it's a two day holiday but it's still a holiday from school! And I had forgotten it!
So I am now majorly pissed seeing as I woke up at 7am on a Saturday morning. Who the hell does that? Actually I do know this one girl who goes to sleep every night at like 8 and wakes up at 6 30 – every day! Even on the flipping weekends! I mean whilst on a Friday or Saturday night most people haven't even left the house to begin their night at 8 – this person is going to sleep! Now I know that I haven't got that much of a social life but still – even I don't go to sleep at 8 on a weekend – hell I don't go to sleep at 8 on a school night! It's more like 10 – 10 30! And that's only because I happen to love my sleep (and I admit that I don't have any more interesting engagements *cough* parties *cough* to grace with my presence!)
But why me???? Why do I have to be the one who wakes up at 7am on a freaking Saturday morning thinking that it was a school day! It was only when I looked at my phone that I realised that today is indeed Saturday meaning that I should not have arisen from my bed before the grand old time of 11!!!!
And I am now going back to bed because quite frankly I'm a very pissed of person who would be very bitchy because I've missed out on a good 4 hours of sleep! So I am now going to try and get at least SOME of it!
And quite frankly I think I would need the sleep seeing as I have to deal with the bastardly Troy Bolton tonight!
……
You know I just thought of something! What you oh dear diary may ask? Troy Bolton is not going to be going anywhere on a Saturday night!!! HA! HA! HA! Troy Bolton who is always at a social engagement *cough* party *cough* will now be spending his Saturday Night with Gabriella Montez! HA! HA! HA!!!! (Crazy evil laugh is going on here by the way)
So I am now going to stop writing before I fall asleep on you and crush you to your death – or worse – I'll drool on you! And I'm sure you don't want my sleep drink all over your precious pages which will soon be filled with my writing!
Hello again! I am now writing in you after I have woken up… again! So anyway mum is calling me down – something about making sure that I do something about my room. She wants me to tidy it… why? I don't know! I mean it's not like anyone is going to be in here – well except from me! By the way I don't know if you know this but I happen to be an extremely messy person! It's just that I've never got that whole 'pick up your things and put them where the belong' thing!
Mum though must be on one of her 'We're going to clean this whole house – and that includes your room!' moods! She tends to have those moods (More like breakdowns) every six or seven months. Now according to my calculations this one is a bit too early. I mean it's only been four months since her last one but it must be increasing now! Oh well – dear diary I have got to put you down whilst I start the ever daunting task of actually clearing up me bedroom!!! Blah!
So I'm taking a break… ok then fine! I haven't even started! But it's not really my fault! I mean I take one look at my bedroom and I get this overwhelming feeling of 'I can't be arsed' take over me and I'm left standing here looking around bewildered at the thought of actually having to clean up! Have you ever had that feeling where you don't even know where to bloody start? It's like everything is everywhere and there's no certain place to actually start cleaning because ever single bit of the room is this one big huge mess! Aaaarggghhh! I mean why? Why does it have to be this way??????
So I've just finished watching the O.C. (again) Told mum I was on a break when in reality I hadn't even started! By the way the O.C. was good! I watched the one where… you know what? I'm not going to ruin it for you by blabbing about what it was! There! Aren't I being a good friend… or writer… or crazy psycho who chooses your pages to unleash her crazy wild thoughts… hmmmm!
You know I think I'll just tell mum that yes I have cleaned my room! I mean what would she know? The next time she'll actually venture into my room would be in a few days. And by then I would tell her that yes… I had managed to mess up my room in those few short days (Trust me it is possible – it has been tried and tested… with positive results!)
And then she'll just give me a long lecture about how I should really learn to be more tidy. And then she'll leave – probably on another one of her business trips. And it would be another six months before I have to go through the scenario again! There! Perfect plan!!!
SO basically I'm just going to sit here and watch TV all day (Mum never usually comes into my room to check that I have actually cleaned it – something that I told her about her interrupting me 'cleaning spirit' and was causing 'disharmony between my inner peace and my cleansing peace'. You know she actually bought that? I just basically rattled of the first piece of shit that came into my mind and she bloody believed it! Damn good thing too…
Yeah so I'm still sitting in my room. I've just finished watching a fantastically blah film!!! Blah as in I'm not actually sure how I would describe it! Pans Labyrinth is the name – I think that that is how you spell it but I'm not too sure! It's a Spanish film and was on one of them TV channels which I hardly ever watch (but was watching now because nothing else was on…) The whole film was in Spanish but you don't actually notice it. It's a good film except for the gory torture scenes (there's only two or three – I'm not too sure seeing as I had a pillow over my eyes) I mean it's not my sort of lovey dovey thing but it is good. Different… but good!
And now I'm sitting here waiting for the dreaded Bolton trio to arrive (By the way I'm only dreading one certain Bolton)
EEERRRBBEEEERRRIIIINNNNNNGG!!!!!!
Yeah… that was the bell by the way. I had to write down the what it sounded like just so you were aware that the bell had gone off. Of course I could have just told you and said 'Hey diary of which I still haven't picked a name out for – the bell as just gone'. But I think that by sounding it out and writing that sound down it is a much more interesting way of doing things… don't you think?
Another thing – how would you write a bell that doesn't sound like a normal bell? I mean say it's a type of bell that is like from Keeping up Appearances – you know the one which is like (High) Ding (Low) Dong (High) Ding (Low) Dong! I mean you can't just write what I just wrote – it's too long winded and perfect…
You know what just forget this whole conversation about bells… onto more important news!
THE BOLTONS ARE IN MY LIVING ROOM!!!!!!!!!!!!
I CAN HEAR THEM – AND I CAN SOOOO HEAR TROY'S SMART ASS BAD ASS YUCKY ASS VOICE!!!!!! (I know that's a lot of asses but he is an ass (hole) so whatever!)
And now mi madre is calling me down!!! Something like "Gabi darling come down and say hi to the Bolton's…!"
She's acting like I've never seen them before and they are strangers. I mean they could very well be strangers to her considering the fact that she's hardly ever here! But she may have forgotten that Troy happens to go to my school every day and Mr. Bolton also happens to be Coach Bolton at my school and gave me a freaking ride to school! And Mrs. Bolton I see around occasionally – she's actually really nice unlike her horrible son!!!
So I am now going to go downstairs. I hope you pray for me oh sweet diary (I know I'm going to look at those baby names websites and find more interesting names for you). Because quite frankly I know that there is a small chance that I could be totally and utterly humiliated down there. I mean Troy could find some way to drop in his rumours. Imaging this – we're all sitting there enjoying a nice roast dinner and then Troy could suddenly come up with some comment like 'So how's your girlfriend Gabriella – Taylor was it?' and then my mum would choke on whatever food she was having – I think the gravy would most likely get to her – and then I would be sitting there with my face bright red and everything whilst Mrs. Bolton is tapping my mum on the back to stop her choking.
It's a very possible scenario – I just hope that it doesn't actually happen cause you know – mum could get ill!
Alright I really have to get down there – mum's practically nice yelling. You do know what nice yelling is don't you? It's basically mum wanting to yell but because we have guest she is yelling but in a nice way not in the usual 'I'm screaming so loud and am so bloody angry that people from down the road would be able to hear my shrieking voice and see the steam radiating out of my ears!'
Ok I've got to go now… I'll write in you later (I hope!)
A/N So I'm excited for next chapter - I was going to put it in one but then I thought that would be too long. Anyway, next chapter you'll see the whole dinner with Troy and everything...
As always, review and you'll recieve a sneak peek
XxxNicolexxX
