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 - I'm really behind with chapters. I've got like two more 'spare' chapters and then I run out. Problem is - GCSE's are coming up and I haven't even sorted out a revision timetable let alone actually started doing any revision whatsoever. I was meant to write during the half term but I ended up going out (blame my cousin for that) and I hardly had time to finish off my homework let alone write another chapter. On the plus side, I think I'm about halfway through writing chapter 25 (or maybe a quarter way through...) so hopefully I'll be finished with that soon....
Point of that was to just say that the fortnightly update will probably stay for a while. Until I'm a good number of chapters in front I won't be able to update once a week.
I've also just got facebook (finally) so I've become a tad addicited.... but I will try and keep with the fortnightly updates....
September 15th
Operation 'think of a name for diary': Again, forgot – soz.
Operation 'Try and find out about what car I want to get to drive my lazy ass around in': Again – I didn't get a chance to. I've got to do it today though
Operation 'Mention my cool new name for the basketball bastards – flunk heads! To Taylor': Did it – she didn't think much of it. Am kind of annoyed about that! But whatever…
Operation 'Have Taylor move up from just a friend to a bloody best friend to the bloody end': I'm getting somewhere
Operation 'get a job so I can buy a bloody car so that I can drive it and not have to face awkward rides with Coach Bolton and Troy': HAHAHAH! This was done in a day! I think that's got to be a record for me! I've already found a job – now I've just got to find a car…
So yeah – I'm nervous. Today is my first day of working at the library. And yeah – I've still got to tell Taylor that.
Anyway, I am sitting in my school library and watching the librarian and student librarians. Just to see what they are doing – you know, check out what I've got to do.
It actually doesn't look too bad. I mean, they're just putting books away, helping people find books, signing out book etc.
Oh shit – the librarian is looking at me weirdly right now. Probably because I've just been looking at her intently for the past fifteen minutes, writing down notes. If I was her I would think I was a stalker – which is what she's probably thinking.
Maybe I should get really into it. I mean, I can just imagine me as a stalker. With the binoculars standing from a distance looking at the librarian. Then getting out the camera clicking pictures as the librarian moved around. You know like in those movies when someone as got that really cool camera and clicks a picture as the person moved and you could capture every single movement. And then I'd stand there with a tape recorder in my hand saying things like
'Subject reaches out for the book'
'Subject is manhandling the book'
And then I'd write all my findings down and
Yeah so sorry about me being cut off like that. It's just that Troy came in the library then and I had to dodge him, therefore meaning that I had to stop writing, grab you quickly and walk away as quickly and as quietly as possible.
Which didn't work out too well I have to say. Because just as I was walking away, I clashed right into the librarian (the one I was writing about stalking) and made her drop all the books that she was carrying. This of course made a huge crash sound and attracted the attention of a lot of people – Troy included – as the library is a really quite place.
I then turned beet red and tried to make a hasty get away except I tripped over one of those pesky books and fell over, consequently dropping you.
As if I couldn't embarrass myself anymore.
And then I just grabbed you, stood up as best as I could and tried to rush out of there with at least some of my dignity.
But the damage was done – Troy had seen me.
"HEY! Brie! Wait up!" I looked around at the sound of his voice and crashed into the door.
It turns out that whilst I had looked around, my legs didn't realise that and decided to carry on running. Hence me crashing (painfully) into the door.
"OW!" I squealed unhappily, rubbing my legs which I'm sure are going to have quite a few bruises on them tomorrow.
Troy stopped behind me, and placed his hands on either side of me caging me against the door. I stopped breathing – at least I stopped breathing heavily. It was like I was frozen, still.
"I need to talk to you…" he said
I frowned, looking over his shoulder. There were only a few people in the library this morning. And none of them were the type who would be slightly, remotely interested in Troy Bolton needing to talk to Gabriella Montez – they were all the studious types and therefore, not one of them had deigned to actually look in our direction
"What do you want Troy…?" I sighed. This really was not doing well for Operation Avoid Troy Bolton. And even though it was taken off of my list it really didn't matter because it was an operation which I would have to always do.
And in a day it was already being broken … damn it.
"I really need to-"
"Troy – I've got to get to homeroom…" I said. I really didn't fancy listening to what he had to say. There was no way that we could even remotely be friends.
"You have homeroom with me – and anyway, you don't need to be there until another ten minutes…"
"Well that was just my polite way of saying I've got to go…" I said; however, he cut me off
"Brie – please, I-"
"I'm on my period!" I blurted out. Troy froze. I froze. What the hell did I say?
But it seemed to work – he wasn't trying to talk anymore. So I used this to my advantage
"And I really need to go to the bathroom now…"
Troy nodded and let me go.
It's a wonder what saying you've got your period can do.
And I'm sitting here in homeroom right now – and I was just reading what I had written about my stalking thing.
Yeah – I am so glad that no one is going to read this diary. I mean, how awkward would that be? I can just imagine it if the librarian found out…
Librarian: Uh –
Me: …
Librarian: Why are you writing about stalking me?
Me: Uh – because I thought you thought that I was a stalker…?
Librarian: Are you high?
Me: Not on drugs no. But I think I'm high on Robert Pattinson
Librarian: (weird look on her face)
Me: (dreaming about Robert Pattinson and the sexiness that is him)
Librarian: what as this got to do with you stalking me?
Me: It was all hypothetical. And stop interrupting my Spunk Ransom dreams!
I think I've already mentioned this but Spunk Ransom is the nickname that Robert Pattinson gave himself… And I know that was totally random but he's on my mind right now – hence the reason he's being written down.
I think I could be high on Robert Pattinson though – obviously not in the literal sense, but he is just so freaking amazing!
Uh – yeah. Sorry about my little ramble (ok so it wasn't a complete ramble – more it was like a little obsessive, freaky thing) on Robert Pattinson.
Anyway, I'm currently sitting here in maths looking at the four walls – the teacher is blabbering on about something I already know. She teaches us like we're five year olds – it's very annoying.
I mean, I come to school to learn new things, not to go over the things I learnt like 11 years ago!
Anyway, I'm thinking that I should probably get on with one of my operations – like finding a name for you diary.
You know by the time I find a name for you, the pages in you will all be written. I mean, I've already written like 10 entries in you (an entry = a day) – and now, now I am finally getting on with the operation of picking you a name.
I'll just text Taylor
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So I've just finished texting Taylor. I have to say I was pretty blunt in my text. I just said:
Liraz or Razil?
And that was it. I'm currently waiting for her reply
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So Taylor just replied
WTF?
Well this isn't very helpful. I can't very well name you WTF. (In case diary you aren't aware of text language WTF basically means – What the fuck?) Imagine it. I'll be like 'So what the fuck today was a pretty good day' or 'what do you think what the fuck?' or even 'let me tell you what the fuck - it was so cool'.
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I just got it – she meant WTF am I on about! Well I can't exactly tell her that I want a name for my diary. I mean – it's kind of sad. So I just text her back
Just pick one…
Hopefully she'll just pick one
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Seriously – wth is it 4 cuz it cud b sumfink rude
You know, for the head of the decathlon team – she sure has lousy spelling. I am aware that she's writing in text form – it's just I always thought that she would be the type to write in full, proper (even standard) English instead of abbreviations! I never assumed that Taylor would be one of those who would type like
'Yo yo yo – wots up wiv u bruva from anuva muva. Boo yah!'
Uh yeah – got into the whole thing a bit too much.
And again with the translation – Seriously – what the hell is it for because it could be something rude.
Tay – it isn't something rude. Don't worry. Just pick one
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So I jus lkd dem both up on da internet ov my phne – dere Jewish/Hebrew n mean My Secret. Y do u wnt dis?
Translation – So I just looked them both up on the internet of my phone – they're Jewish/Hebrew and mean My Secret. Why do you want this?
She was obviously being very stubborn. I mean, who knew that this operation would take so long? Why couldn't she be like a normal person so that when I asked 'Liraz or Razil?' she would just respond with ONE WORD - And that one word would be one of the choices I had given her? Why does she have to question every damn thing?
Tay – please answer the question – Liraz or Razil?
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Dey mean da same fink tho – wot dus it mata?
Translation: They mean the same thing though – what does it matter?
Seriously I feel like just getting up and screaming at her – answer the damn question woman!!!!!!
Why did she have to be so freaking difficult?
Oh wait – I just got another text from her
I gus Razil – it's a softa sound…
Translation: I guess Razil – it's a softer sound…
YAY! Finally! She chose!
And you – my diary, finally have a name. You are now officially crowned Razil.
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Do you think I need to have a special ceremony or something? I mean, to consecrate your name?
I think I will
What should I do though?
How do you have a ceremony for a diary?
You know what – I'll just do it.
Diary – for quite a number of days you have been a constant through them. You have been there for me when I needed you most. You have listened to me in my times of need. You have not passed judgement (although I'm pretty sure you can't – but hey! You never know what happens in notebook land right?)
And through these days I have always resorted to calling you by your last name 'diary'. Not once had I uttered your first name – this would be because I didn't even know your first name.
But it as now been decided
Notebook that I bought to write down all of my crazy wild thoughts – I now pronounce your full name
Razil Diary
However, from now on, I think I will refer to you by your first name – Razil.
Because Razil – you are my secret…
So it's now the end of the school day. And I am currently on my way to the public library for MY FIRST JOB!
Hell yeah!
I've just decided to take a break and stop by this café because the chips smelt amazing! I swear the shops do that on purpose. It's like they have a perfume of the smell of their food and then they spray it outside and release the tasty aroma into the street, pulling in people like myself.
I am currently sitting at a table eating my chips – with extra vinegar and ketchup.
You know, I don't understand how people don't like vinegar on their chips. Now me – I drench my chips in vinegar. And then I add a whole load of ketchup.
But some people HATE vinegar – how? Why would you do that? How can you hate something so lovely and so perfect for chips?
How?
But you know what I can't stand on chips – salt. I don't understand how people can drench their chips in salt.
But then again I suppose those people will be saying
'But some people HATE salt – how? Why would you do that? How can you hate something so lovely and so perfect for chips?'
But I do…
Ramble about chips and the dressings that make them taste even more delicious than they already are aside – I am starting work soon! In a few hours I could officially say – I've had a job.
I'm going to be earning money.
My car is coming closer and closer…
A/N So I've just gone over this chapter and have realised how INSANE it is. I swear to God I must have been hyper or something.... please excuse that and the whole Spunk Ransom thing. He was obviously on my mind - probably a tad too unhealthy but what the hay... (yes I just said - or wrote - what the hay... sue me...)
Also this was kind of a filler..... but Gabriella did finally name her diary!
Anyhow - review and you'll recieve a sneak peek of the next chapter =]
XxxNicolexxX