December 16, 2010

Zomg! Its been so long! I had concerts on Monday and Tuesday and then my sister had a concert on Wednesday. Its been crazy.

I have decided that I don't like Korola or her friends. They're just mean! I hugged her from the behind and they were all like 'What are you doing!?' I mean, I'm fake mean "You look at a ginger! She's got no soul!' But they're real mean. They kept telling me to go away when I stopped to talk to them after school. It was terrible, so I've been trying to not really talk to Korola, though I'll have too tomorrow when I give her her Christmas card.

I have a lot of cards to give out. Well, like 12, and I dislike most of the people I'm giving to. I also got little lip glosses for Bernie, Lola, Specs and Hilary. And me and my sister made cookies! Which I wrapped all pretty, so the cookies themselves are old, but the package looks nice. And that's really all that matters right. Oh look that book has a dead tree on it, it must be good!

In math I walked in and Tim was just staring at this new girl,'Look, O, there's a new girl! A new girl!' Me- 'Lets pick on her!' Tim- 'Yeah!'

I think I was PMSing or something beacuse I cried in 3rd period. I was the 2nd one in class and it was the day after the concert so we were eating cookies and watching the tapes. I set my stuff on a chair and then went to the restroom. When I came back my stuff was on the floor and there were no more seats. This nice girl who I've known since elementary went and got me a chair and if I was religious I would tell whoever to bless her heart. And then Ms.Heels turned out the lights and I just wept. Not really cried, only a few tears. But still it was odd, I don't know I was just so sad.

I also saw that Miley Cyrus video of her with the saliva. It made me sad at first. And then really happy. And then really sad. Sad 1- because she was a child star. Happy- Because high people are freakin hilarious, especially if they once had a G rated show. Sad 2- She has really crappy friends and people are freaking out over this, way to much.

John Travolta is gay! What!?

The concerts were really fun! I sat by Karen and we had a decent time. Though she told me straight up it was to early for her to tell me her middle name and her crush. So thumbs up for honesty!
But then she slipped on her hair between Chamber songs and fell, so um boo ya! 'No, you did really good Karen...except for your epic fail!' I could not stop laughing. Wow, I wanted it to be on the tape so bad.

Lola- 'Oh no! You can not steal chocolate from a chocolate person!'
Bernie- 'What your saying is don't steal candy from black people?'
Me- 'Wow, I'm so glad that's cure,'
Lola-'Or chicken,'

I'm glad racism is okay with my friends. Geezus, I need new friends.

Turns out that Talks in Facebook Like Pages has the same birthday date and time as me. So creepy. I'm mostly worried that she's gonna come to school with a ton of stuff and I'm going to be there with no one saying 'Happy Birthday!' and no gifts and cupcakes, blah blah blah. Isadora said she would bring me a balloon or something, she really hates Miley. And Hilary said she will bring us both brownies. I hope so beacuse I don't like her either. Though I did feel better when Isadora told me that when Miley told her her birthday she simply replied 'That's my best friends birthday,' And walked away so... score one for me!

This girl also brought me flowers at the concert. She told me she would come and bring me them, and I thought she was lying but she came! Their real and beautiful! I was worried she wouldn't come and then when she did I was worried they were for someone else.

I'm so pathetic.

Love you! Kinda (thats what Miley told me)

December 10?, 11?, 2010

Cookie Day.

Apparently my mom can make holidays now, because we 'celebrated' cookie day today by baking way to much. I had to bake mine all alone, because singing while working is not something that goes with cooking, neither is happiness. Who knew?

So all in all terrible day, I can't count how many times I cried and had to summon different imaginary friends. There always on my side, so that's nice.

I won't bore you with my terribly pathetic, hard life. But I will bore you with my school day.

Friday was really slow. Slower than any other day. And it wasn't because it was Friday, or anything like that it was just that my classes seemed to inch by. The only one that went by alright was 4th, Geo.

The desks were all set up wrong. In a U for the debate that I missed on Thursday. I turned in my late assignment and then had to search for a chair because they all seemed filled up. I ended up finding one by Ariel and her weird emo-ish friends who desperately wants to be Ariel. Ariel makes a joke about this being the only one left. So I play along about how I'm at the bottom of the bucket or some metaphor. I hate small talk. I feel like I'm at a dinner party. Though Ive never been to a dinner party. What qualifies as small talk because in Willow, the novel I was reading, the main character, Willow, kept saying she hated small talk. Not for the reason I hate it, but because she wanted to really talk. But anything that wasn't small talk was about her parents death or herself mutilation and personally I'm looking for a middle ground.

At one point in the class someone told me that while I was gone my teacher impersonated me, asking questions that she thought I would ask. Hey, wait, what? I held myself back from asking her about it, but I really want to know what she thinks I act like. Most people tell me that the first impression of me is snobby.

QOTD- Why is something really annoying when someone American says it, but super adorable when a British person says it? Their accents are just so cute, they can get away with anything.

NJHS are trying to sell these little beanie babies that I tried to talk them out of. We poked holes in them with safety pins to make them key chains, so now they look 'ghetto' as Isadora would say. Anyway Ariel's and a couple others fell out so they asked for bigger ones. There is a whole debate over size and then I asked, quite innocently,'Why do you need safety pins?' I still didn't know about the stuffed animals. And then my teacher told me that I sounded like a mom! That was my nickname in elementary! How did she know! But it is kind of a compliment, unless she's referring to my mother.

Isadora put me, her sister, her mom and her grandmother on the insane scale.'O your a 1, my sister's a 4, my mothers a 9, but only because my grandma has to be a 10,' I like that. 10 points for Griffindor. No wait I want to be Griffindor. OOh, now I have to put my friends in the 4 groups. I know where Specs is going.....
Hufflepuff! No one likes them. Its like your not smart enough to be Ravenclaw (even though she probably is), not cool enough for Slytherine, and not brave enough for Griffendor. Its like the default house.

Where would I be?

Concerts tomorrow and Tuesday. Sisters concerts on Wednesday or something. I hate the holidays and thy're performances.

I'm gonna go cry myself to sleep. Good night!

December 9, 2010

My first day in high school. I never thought it would be this way. While I was still only 70 days into the 8th grade.

I was so nervous this morning. Like literally shaking in my 2/2 flats. It's scary going to high school. Even if you aren't actually going to learn.

I got there and my mom said goodbye and then this teacher ushered me into his room, where the girl I was shadowing would have her first class. He was also the teacher. My mom says he was 'hunky' but I didn't see it. Anyway, he was funny. And his class, early bird English, was probably my favorite.

The girl I was assigned didn't even remember she was doing it, but she was really nice. Lets call her Katrina. Her friends were really nice as well. In fact, most of the people there were nice to me. At one point her and her friend Janie started quoting Mean Girls. Like they did it everyday. Mocking it.

Her friends were just as smart as she was, and everyone in the room. I definitely liked that. They all made jokes that I genuinely thought were funny. She had this one friend, who was really tall for a sophomore and really skinny who called my Adria for the whole day because everyone said I looked like her. I didn't see it.

Yes, English was my favorite. While going through the notes we stopped at a vocab word, that meant instructive, and no one knew what it meant. The teacher stopped and said,'Come on guys, its my job to make you seem smart, not be smart, seem smart' then he pulled of his glasses and said,'These aren't even real,' On the next hard word Katrina raised her hand and said, that means repulsed. Then her group of friends quietly, and simultaneously said, in a very serious voice,'10 points for Griffindor!' I am so going to use that.

They had these projects called personal projects being checked. I really liked the idea of the projects. You had to decorate a binder and then fill it throughout the year with information, diary like posts etc. while you taught yourself something. Katrina was doing poetry. One of her friends was just writing millions of questions and finding the answers. Her other friend was writing a viola solo. And that boy that called me Adria, was doing fashion as Katrina said. He responded to this by saying,'Way to make my project sound gay.' His friend then told him it was gay.

Here's her schedule-
English- see above
Mythology- Taught by the stereotype of all mythology teachers with tattoos on her breasts and died black hair. She never talked and the class was rather boring. Easy A. Saw a pregnant girl there though.
Algebra 2 H- I did not understand a single thing. So scary. The teacher stamped like 17 papers from each person and looked crazy with this bun on her forehead, practically. She ran through things and was just crazy. I hate her.
History- Everyone warned me of this teacher and let me just say, they did not lie. She was old and scary and looked like she belonged in an English Boarding school. I can't give you an example because all I've got is Hogwarts. I learned all about Jesus. Only one girl was asking questions and answering them. The class was really dry but history is one of my favorite subjects, so I didn't get bored.
Spanish- The teacher was blond and easy going and completely annoying. Katrina even said she learned nothing in the class. This class is where everyone told me what classes to take, what classes I should take and one of her friends even told me about taking health online so you had a free semester.
Lunch- Not as bad as I thought. We ate in a teachers room, a lot of kids did and he was sarcastic and funny. I would have him if I went to school there. She told me she doesn't eat breakfast. Then she had gummy bears for lunch. I asked her when she did eat and she told me dinner. And that I needed to learn how to do homework and eat at the same time. She went to bed last night at 12.We also talked about crying. Apparently this was a good week because she hadn't cried yet. Which was a joke and serious. I started worrying about Specs. She will die at this school, and you know she applied.
Science- They took a test and then took silent notes. Why don't the teachers teach at this school? They man teaching looked like Kevin Smith and talked without his thought. He whistled and pointed. He was like every teacher in every high school movie. To be honest, they all were. The movies don't lie in that sense. The classes are that hard.
Debate- No one does anything in this class. They told me not to do it because of the homework, and at home maybe they do do work. But not in class. The teachers daughter was in the class. And she, the teacher, was racist and hilarious. Some how we started to talk about models and this is what she said,'Plus size models my ass! 12 isn't plus size, my thigh is a size 12. Those girls eat a grape and they look pregnant.' I like her.

Katrina's friends were amazing. I felt awkward around only one of them and that was because he rode my late bus and I had a picture of his back and head on my phone because he looked just like Isadora's boyfriend. So it was kinda weird meeting him, while I already had a picture of him. Who's taking pictures of me?



They told me to start Jane Eyre now.

They told me the biggest difference between middle and high was the essence of fear,

They took me to the orchestra room where the teacher made me play principle and I sucked because I didn't know the music and I had no shoulder rest. That was the only embarrassing part, other then when Alec stole my bag.

All in all it was fun. The hallways are so easy to get lost in and the masses all hate each other, but I am so pumped and I hope I get in! My mom was getting all sappy about me being a baby.

To be honest, high school is like the movies. The classes are confusing and hard and the people are different. There is not, however, as much drama. At least not that I saw. Though all the kids in this super advanced program do not care how they look. I mean they put on makeup, and they probably do their hair, but they don't make references to other girls hair and makeup and clothes. They just have to much other stuff to do.

I can't wait to see if I get in, though if I don't I hope I get into the other one I applied too. They are both good schools. What if I don't get into a school!?

xoxoxo

December 8, 2010

I was working on my science project with my mom before this, so my finger kinda hurts because she stabbed it 2 times. And my ankle is really hurting too because this 6th grader stepped on it during gladiator tag. Which came after mat ball. So, all in all, good day.

I am Norm. You are norm. This week was inclusive week or something. I honestly don't know, but they had this women who talked like a robot and was super nervous and this 'panel' of students, all in the 7th grade. It was terrible. All about everyone being normal and norm and Norman. There was this one kid who talked with his hands and kept correcting himself and saying um, and my whole homeroom was yelling at him through the tellie. Or saying awww, he's so cute. In the bad way.

So I kept saying that I was Norm, for the rest of the day. I am hilarious.

Bernie- Knock Knock
Me- Who's there?
Bernie- Bernie, and she always will be.
Me- You watch to much Family Guy
Bernie- But you knew what I was talking about!
Me- So do I.

She started reading Willow, after yelling at me for pulling out the bookmark that was on page 1. She kept saying, 'I know how this is gonna end, It'll suck.' Then she actually went on to tell me what was gonna happen. 'She's gonna be all, Oh no I'm a murderer, then she's gonna cut herself, then she's gonna meet some guy and the shits gonna hit the fan when he finds out, then their gonna fall in love and she won't want to cut anymore'
 Mr.Mac then said that ,'No, she dies in the end. Like in Titanic' I had to then remind him that the girl doesn't die in Titanic, the boy does. He was like crap! I love knowing more then my teachers, even little stuff like that. It makes you fell like your smarter then Einstein. We put teachers on such high pedestals, you know?

Math test and English test.
Everything is set for tomorrow and I'm freaking out. Its just that in movies high school is portrayed as this terrible, awful place. With mean girls and cliques and impossible work. It's just that you start to believe it and its like I'm an intruder on this Shadow Day. At least the girl I'm following is a girl. I have talked to highschoolers, just not ones that I haven't known for years. I'm scared, no doubt. Maybe they will like me like all the 8th graders did when I was in 6th. They thought I was cute. Am I still cute?

Me and Isadora were on the bus and this boy in 7th who used to go to our elementary school came and sat next to us.  He, Markus, then started to talk, and he wouldn't stop.
Markus-  Hey, I really want to learn how to, to...
Isadora- Knit?
Markus- No! no, um braid, hair.
Isadora- Its not hard, you take three sections and then over lap them. I'll show you on O.
Markus- It's so sick.
Isadora- Yeah, I guess.
Me- What do you want to learn how to braid hair for?
Markus- I don't know.
Me- You should just start braiding girls hair in class.
Isadora- Way better than a pickup line.
Markus- What would happen if I walked from our school to here?
Me- You would get caught
Isadora- Way to white
Markus- That one kid, Jack, back there does it.
Isadora- You don't want to be like him.
Me- He's a hoodlum.
Markus- Whats that? Is that like gay?
Isadora- Yeah, hoodlum means gay.
Me- And you wouldn't want to be that would you?
Markus- No!


I love the bus.

Love you more! Wish me luck at high school!

December 7, 2010

The date makes me paranoid.

I hate it when people repeat what you say or say 'yeah, yeah' like they understood what someone said. Like take today in class for example-
Teacher-Okay, no, its a compound sentence because if has the coma and conjunction.
Us- Yeah, yeah, oh!
Me- Don't act like you know.

I got in an argument with Bernie, too. Not a real one, because I never show emotion outside of my own home, but a fake one. It went like this-
Bernie- Mr.Smith always says 'Welcome back, glad your all in one piece-
Me- Except for Harry Baldwin, is he in your class?
Bernie- No, stop god, its just he talks so slow. I'm accilerated you know?
Me- No I don't know. Did you just say accilerated?
Bernie- Yeah, I'm accilerated.
Me- No, your accelerated. Notice how the red bar doesn't pop up when I speak?
Bernie- I said accelerated.
Me- Yeah you said it just then, not before. Are you sure your accelerated?
Bernie- I am accilerated!
Me- Accelerated
Bernie- Accelerated
Me- Jesus, we sound like those girls at the back of the bus who argue over Disney on ice.

Tim how is your table doing?
Pretty rough.
Their homework Tim, not their faces.

Isadora apparently texted me that her mom couldn't take me home, but like a good girl I turn my phone off and didn't find out till lunch. So I was bummed I had to take the late bus, but then this girl offered me a ride. And then Korola did too, the one I ended up getting. It was really cool. You know? To realize that people honestly care. Or they want their parents to stop bugging them to get better friends.

I always think I don't have that many friends, and I don't have really good ones, but I do have nice ones. I was actually looking at this old friend's of mine, who became really popular, pictures of her 14th birthday party. There must have been 50 people there and do you know what the sad thing is? All I could think was how many gifts she probably got. I wasn't jealous of her friends,or her party. There's something wrong with me.

Oh, oh girls they wanna have fun.
Not me. Not me.

Ms.Bumpy told me to' learn how to train my men now' today and to make Brian warm up my pizza for me. I did it and she whispered smooth. So funny. I think she's my new favorite teacher. I love her!

Not like my love for Jane Lynch or Ellen, though.
My mom says I only like brainiacs, ugly people, or women. So true. No but seriously she was like, 'My grand kids are going to be hideous!' I was like no, I can think of a male celebrity I find attractive.
No, no, no. that's a women, no, Leonardo DiCaprio! That's one1- don't you hate it when that happens. You probably fix that, but I don't.

I had nothing to talk about today. I need to get in the holiday spirit. 

I hate Christmas carols.
Decorating is too much work.
I'm cheap for everyone but myself.
And I'm still really broken out.

But gingers don't have souls, so I should be happy I just have freckles.

December 6, 2010

Are you real?
Am I real?
Wouldn't it be amazing if we were all some experiment. Someones dollhouse, playing with our bodies like Barbies. Like we're either doing exactly as they expected, or completely different. Watching us slowly evolve, when they're millions of years ahead of us.
That would be so cool. Is it wrong that I think that? It would explain so much.

Bernie was ticked because her phone had been taken away. She was explaining why to me,'My mom and I were sitting in the car and she asks me to come home to her tonight, not my dad, because she wants us to hang out more. I want to hang out with my friends at my dads house, and then she yelled at me and took my phone away after threatening to throw my Starbucks away.'

 Last year this boy threw a book at her after she stole his lunch, and I made her apologize, I mean I think he had a disorder. And she did, I would be lying if I said that they became BFF's, but she did end up doing the right thing. So when she told me this I kinda just looked at her, and then-'Bernie...that was kinda mean. She just wanted to hang out.'
Bernie-'Well now it sounds bad,'
Then to top it off, Ryan, whose mom is only nice to him and makes him dinner when she is sober, says,'Yeah, no kidding.'
She was pained by family values.

He was bummed today because in order for his dad to keep his job he had to move to Colorado. It's really sad, his dad was probably trying to get away from his control freak wife. But seriously.

He was better by 6th. I was talking about Beauty and the Beast and then Specs asked what song she should sing for the audition. It had to be a fairy tale song or show tune. I started to say,'A dream is a wish your heart makes!' In my worst singing voice, everyone seems to think I can sing, when in truth I can't. My own sister told me I should just stop trying, that and dancing. I was like,'Baby, I know,' Then I turned to PJ, the homophobic gay dancer who's on the basket ball team, and say,'You now the ones with the birds and gerbils with rabies watching her get dressed, and she's all singing completely unaware of the cameras they have set up in her room, but she's...' He looks really into it. And when I finish, I say,'Right?' He gives me this been in the freezer look and says,' What sorry? I zoned out at butterfly. Sometimes girls they just can't stop talking,' I would disagree with him, but again massive lie. Plus I knew what I was saying was staged and artificial to get Ryan to smile. Whatever. I'm gonna ask him for tips later.

I just flipped over my list and it says Hi O! in Isadora's writing. We were actually talking about how her writing would be said, if it were pronounced according to hand writing. She says mine would be some French guy. Lumiere, to be specific. And I say hers would all be whispered. She writes in italics. If she wants to emphasize a word, she has to write normal.

It's sad when the highlight of your day is reading the funnies (or watching the tellie, I want to be Australian, or better yet Canadian!)  and laugh at Pearls before Swine. Sadder when you want to clip it out like old people with their clipping. I hate how coupons say, clip here, or cut. And I especially hate the little scissors. Like we don't know what to do. 'Oh Geez, Bertha, Donny darling get in here. There's this dotted line around this coupon saving my 5 dollars and I don't know what to do!'

Me and Isadora were looking up people on Face Book. Pronounced with a long a. Mostly teachers. My Dean has Gumby as his profile picture. Is that even a cartoon? Looks like a creepy rubber man that belongs on the top of a pencil. Then we clicked on his wife, and shes a landscape person! I hate those people! The ones who use pictures they Googled to pass as a profile picture. Come on. There should be rules against landscapes. Its not like you went to that place! People who travel wouldn't be afraid of showing a picture of themselves.

I'm totally broken out and apparently choice number two, or three, or four. If you can't have chocolate cake, go for ice cream, go for pudding, go for Jello. I am Jello.

The boy with the dreads, the really cool one, came over and sat on my lap today. He said I was Santa. My friends were all like, 'Get off her! Don't call her Santa! He's fat!' I really couldn't think about what he was calling me, because he was hurting me. Intense pain in thigh. Ow! He's fighting with the girl he usually hangs out with, not his girlfriend, just a flirty friend. I don't get it.

I asked someone if they had heard about Jane Lynch getting married. They said no, so I was like really!? Yay! But its real guys. Its on Wikipedia. And that stuffs legit.

Concerts coming up like crazy. Christmas coming up like crazy. I hate Christmas. I like getting stuff, but not giving stuff. The look on their faces! No, the money I spend. I know, I know. I don't want any lectures.

Why is it when I look up really good music this song always comes up as a you might like. If I like a good song, why would I like this...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfGzWntCbxY
The highest rated comment to this pop song sung (not really) by girls in lingerie, is muting is the best option.

Its like those people you might know things on my Face Book page. Um, no.What she lives in Germany!? How would I know her?

Enough ranting. Here's something I enjoy. I like being corrected when I spell a texting abbreviation wrong. I need new friends.

Love you! Tell your mom to get new shoes.

December 2, 2010

Bernie was being totally nice to me when I got into class. She went and got my paper. It took me 5 minutes to realize that she wasn't just in an amazing mood, she hadn't finished the book club book, I am the Messenger, and was trying to make sure I didn't go Courtney Love on her. Its sad, but honestly after I stole her lunch, pencil, water bottle, essay ideas and dignity by making her chicken dance in front of the class I no longer cared that she didn't read the novel.

So I went into 2nd period and I couldn't find my pencil so I went back into 0 to look for it. As I was walking off with a new pencil since my teacher said Bernie probably stole it we saw this girl running, slip and have her crap strewn all over the hall way. I picked up all her stuff and my teacher got her to her feet. I tried to make a joke about the concrete floors being slippery. Didn't go over. She started to walk the opposite direction and said she was going to in house (where all the tardy kids go) but we said no and took her to her next class. It was really sweet. Things like that touch me, and I don't usually let myself feel anything but disappointment towards humans, so yeah. That's how I roll. Ooh, this just got creepy. But what if I had done this? ;( That's so much worse.

But you know who else I love more then Ms.Sweet? Ellen DeGeneres. I don't know about this Portia chick, I'm gonna keep telling myself that's a phase. She'll get over it. And Jane Lynch. This is what went down outside of my school with my mom this morning,'I love Jane Lynch,'
Mom- 'I think she just got married,'
__________________________________________________________________________beep

Yeah, that was a large part of my soul dieing. You laugh because you think I'm over exaggerating, but I can't feel my left toes or taste sour anymore thanks to that news. A huge part of me was stolen.

Your face.
 Your mom.

We all know about that. But it appears a certain stupid, blond girl would like to take this up to the next level. I don't know why, it isn't like she has that many friends to spare. But this is what she does.'Your hair is pretty,'

Her- 'Your mom is pretty!'
Me- 'What did you just say? She complemented you and you complemented her mom? I feel so out of touch,'

You should have seen what went down when someone said I only do that in bed.

Hannie got dress coded because her shirt said athletic and the dean said that was offending. Just because you aren't athletic does not make that okay, man. Son.

In Chamber Roi started to tell us this story about how one of his teachers was going around checking kids to make sure they were wearing a collared shirt under their sweatshirts and coats. We will never know what the point of this story was because Ms. Heels interrupted him, jokingly, and asked if he was today. To which he turned bright red and stammered,'No, well not today, no, sorry,' She was going to send him to the deans but I said why whats the point I mean if he really wasn't going to take his sweatshirt off and flaunt his rule breaking it makes no difference whether or not he is. So he wasn't sent. But everyone made fun of him, come on though you cannot even start that story if you are breaking the rule your making fun of.

Lola hasn't worn a collared shirt in a few months. I think she's just seeing how long she can milk this now.

Hey does God have a girl friend? I feel like he would you know. He could get anybody right. If I was God, I would have more than one girlfriend. And no more Portia.

Actually speaking of, we got to use this really cool giant map today. The whole world would have taken up the 400 and 600 hallways so we were only using South America. She said it cost 80,000 dollars to print. Um, no you can go check the definition of AYP and add zeros somewhere else. But seriously it was huge. I think people were getting kind of annoyed at me though because I was like 'Hey, hey guys, look I'm walking on water, look I went from the Pacific to the Atlantic so fast, did you see that? I feel like freaking God right now.'

I invented this thing called the good and bad list for book club. And actually everyone got really into it. Flattering me and kissing up trying to get on the good list or off the bad. Really fun for me. Not so much for them. I started off the meeting by giving individual rules. Specs could not use her phone. Ryan had to raise his hand. Bernie was not to talk excessively. And Hilary was to not give dirty looks. Hilary is so cute. Pinch the cheeks cute. I love her, she was on the good list a lot. So was Bernie, but not without trying. And another few free office supplies.

Dance concert tomorrow. Woot woot! I hate people who do that, don't do that.

I'm so cold right now. I'm literally shaking. Its legit. Don't say that either.

I got a Shadow Day all planned. I will be following around a sophomore. I'm pretty nervous. Mostly about lunch. Duh.

What am I looking for in a women? Think of your mom. And then the exact opposite. Lets make this easier, how to describe Ellen in a few words? Huh.

I wish I had found out about Jane Lynch at night. Because I haven't heard anything out of my left ear all day. That's how traumatic the news was. Married. ;( Whoops I mean :(

This just got more creepy than it already was.

December 1, 2010

Hey you look nice?
I know.

My adim are out to kill me, well not just me, everyone. They have their ways. The pole, the golf cart and the mat. Those are the top three.
1. The pole is a giant, removable poll that's in the double doors. When kids are rushing out of lunch, in packs no one sees the pole, and at least one person will flat out run straight into it. Everyday. No exceptions.
2. The golf cart. Now,  I have never had the privilege of seeing this done, but Minion #2 has this golf cart. He rides around in it with a few buttons undone, at the bottom of his shirt, and you just get this feeling of dread when you see him coming towards you. Because I swear he speeds up with that thing. What would I tell younger me? Watch out for the golf cart. What do I tell incoming 6th graders? Watch out for the golf cart. What do I tell everyone? Hi my names________. It changes up.
3.The mat. This may just be the worst. Right before the pole, there's a mat. It doesn't need to be there, it knows it has no purpose except inflicting pain. But it just does what it's told. Here's how I think it goes down...
Minion#1- Hey, hey...the overlord, she who has no face (maybe no legs) wants the mat working today..okay?
Janitor- Gotcha, I'll pull it up. They are almost done with lunch
            heeeeehe, its pulled up at the corners!
And then we all stream in and trip, usually into the pole. So there you go, they're out to get us.

My math teacher looked like a frumpy, grandmother today when this young, college student came in, wearing stripes and stuff with hairspray in use. I felt sad, but I kinda decided that I would rather be my math teacher (minus the crazy tumor bump thing on her head) because you can just tell she really likes her job. And this women clearly didn't.

Shes also really funny. And not even that teacher who thinks she's funny, she really is. And she gets so excited from math. She calls in magic. She was even showing us this trick and then stated that it was moron proof. Some kid in the back, probably Craig, was like 'yessss!'

But then again he walked into the science room and said, 'This place is emptier then an empty cave,' So we have stop expecting anything different.

Ms.Heels told us that we were all green folders, some of us were yellow. What? Me and my mom have decided that,like us, she has learned to tune herself out.

She wasn't wearing any makeup and it was kind of scary. And the worst part is that I kept imagining those waring slides they have at the beginning of makeup tutorials online. Like Warning, no makeup! So yeah, that's pretty sad. Like how I imagine half the kids at my school either on Maury or To Catch a Predator someday or that I'm not all alone.

But aside from being lonely, apparently I make people laugh. Baby, I know. But seriously we were writing an essay and Cathy had to be called out because she couldn't do pacers (running 20 meters in a certain length of time, getting shorter, over and over) because shes a little messed up, who cares how. So instead my stuttering teacher decided to evaluated her with push ups. She went out side, was gone for 2 seconds and came back in. When she came back in we were all like how many did you do? you were gone for like a second? She wouldn't answer, and kept blushing (obviously she did like 3) and so I said 'Did he hurt you?' To which everyone burst out laughing. I just kinda told them I wasn't that funny and they needed to shut up.

Though now that I think about it, its about time I wrote stand up. I will start with a joke about how I could be the love child of_______ and _________. I don't know what celebrity's I look like. How about Jennifer Love Hewit and some hot male celebrity who isn't Mathew Maughnihy. Because if I was related to him, I wouldn't be here any longer.

Isadora hit me.
Because I didn't know who Snoop Dog is? Was? See, I still don't know. I think he was, is a rapper. Or is it rapist. Oh! What if it was rapist. That would be so horrible.

This 6th grader sat with us, she turned out to be our old friemeys cousin. But obviously didn't spend much time with her, because this girl was nice and fashionable. Or maybe I just like her because she rolled her eyes whenever Korola talked. Yeah, that's probably it.

Who wants to know my dream last night? Its crazy. Not like really, but kinda. So I'm standing there talking to this faceless guy, actually he might have been a You Tuber, maybe Kassem G, and then I started to write my phone number on his fingernails, yeah. He takes out his phone to copy it down and then says,'This is so going on MySpace,' To which I said,' Not again, might as well be a ginger if your still on MySpace,' And then I walked away all angry. Isn't that weird. Whats the meaning there?

Love you long time...not you croc wearing mom? Wait, whats she doing? Are those Uggs? Jesus, she never learns!

November 30, 2010

It is almost December.
It is almost June.
It is almost Christmas.
It is almost Fourth of July.
It is almost Thanksgiving.

You know Pauly D from the Jersey Shore? I have only seen one episode, but I know who he is and I know his hair. Well I suppose this look is in with a certain crowd (one I tend not to interact with) and this boy in my Chamber class is one of them. He's really funny, but when asked why he is in orchestra you can't say anything but, what else would he do, art? This is what his hair looks like only longer...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SQDma1E9GoM
So this boy comes in and asks everyone if they have hairspray. I push up my imaginary glasses, snort and say, 'Of course I do.' I'm fricken Marry Poppins. Anyway I give it to him, but to make sure he doesn't waste it I stand in the lock-less door of the bathroom and watch him spray and comb out his blow out. Then the whole small class of 20 comes over and watches too. Hilarious.

Then we all started to talk about whether boys should wear make up or not. And then about the meal and Thanksgiving. Apparently Ms.Heels went to this giant house where two gay guys live. I was like, fun! She spent last year in Arby's so this is a major step. Then from that we talked about Christmas, she wants an ipad, but doesn't want to pay. She's so lazy. We don't do fund raising because there's paper work for her and if she can help it she stays at her desk all period. She's probably happy that tomorrow the schedule is changed so that the first 20 minutes of class are for something that doesn't involve her teaching.

See my school failed this thing called AYP. My teachers kept saying that that stands for Annual Yearly Progress, annual yearly? No wonder we are failing.(It actually stands for Adequate Yearly Progress) and we fayul. Only slightly, by a mentally challenged boy or something, but we still failed. And that's serious, or at least it is to the admin. Their jobs are at high risk. Tight-rope-walking-with-wine-glasses-in-one-hand-and-a-time-bomb-in-the-other at risk. So everyone of my teachers told us what was happening from all sorts of sides. the hate and love for this program in which we have to have folders for each of our classes marking progress.
The Principal (who? the foreign exchange student) was on the crappy news and was threatening. She didn't even end with 'make it a great day or not the choice is yours' she finished by saying,'You will be held accountable.'

That makes me want to be good in school, but for all the wrong reasons. You honestly think scaring us will get better work. And the punishments are wack. You have a high tardy rate, RPC, which means you can't come to school for 3 days. Way to make sure we're there. You fail tests, you take more tests, cutting down learning time. And worst you wear your PE shorts as pants you get dress coded and have to wear the pants they give you, which are PE shorts!

I have come to the conclusion that having a normal Christmas tree will not make my family normal as my sister wishes. It will not make us a Hallmark card with a cream sectional and hidden refrigerator. It just won't.

My X-mas list
A poster of the world
A hat with ear flaps
The novel, What Eating Gilbert's Grape
Curling Iron 1 1/4 inch
White and red push pins and string
Polaroid Camera

My mom thinks I'm crazy. Something about my imaginary friends, rituals and fear of feet. I'm waiting to be sent to a therapist. But the money's probably going to my little sister. I should break my leg. I think they did that in a That's So Raven episode. See life mimics art. Not the other way around.

And the stage is the world. Point proven.

November 29, 2010

Hally's comet is going to come back in the year 2061. I will be 64. That's crazy. Like when your thinking about being dead. That scares me, and I know I'm not supposed to fear death. But my family isn't religious and I really wish we were sometimes. I can't wrap my brain around the fact that someday I won't exist anymore and no one will care. That's scary, forget fear. I'm not scared of fear.

Bernie was saying something really weird, probably about the gang that lives on her street and so Korola looks at me and says,'White people!' To which I replied,'I'm so glad I'm black,' Which we all know is not so, I'm one of the whitest people at my school. In fact I was walking in late to lunch today and Mr.Carlos the hall monitor stopped me and asked me if I went to this school! What? I've only gone here for 3 years! Lola, who is most defiantly African American, told me that the only think black about me is my eyeliner. :(

I turned back around and found Bernie eating a Snickers bar. I asked her where she got it and she told me she saw it in her backpack. I told her that might as well be the floor. Her bag is nasty. And she said. No. It's worse. That's so nasty, I love chocolate, but still!

Geo was really slow today. Usually it flies by because lunch is in the middle. But I'm not sure if I like my teacher anymore. She like actually tells me off. Granted she is right, but still you just don't call me out. And I can be pretty snotty, but I'm not Katrina (go check out What's wrong with Katrina? on You Tube if you have no idea what I'm talking about---promo.) I don't even know if she likes me.

But anyway I was wearing this new sweater I got on sale at Old Navy and when we came into class the perverted, sweater vest wearing, popular boy who sits across from me told me that a little girl cried when she saw my sweater. Now, you have to realize this is just his way. It can't be helped, so I did what I was supposed to and pretended to be sad. He pretended to feel bad and then he stood up and said look at O's amazing sweater, it has a peace sign in a heart!

So embarrassing, half the kids in that class don't know who I am. Or they do because they know I will always lend them a pencil. Sorry, excuse me. I have to go cry now.

I finished I am the Messenger. It didn't really end like I thought it would. I liked the ending, definitely a message there. But it got kind of confusing. But then again, not really. All good endings are slightly confusing. They don't let your mind wander to far, but they don't put up walls. Which is why I hate epilogues and open endings. If I didn't want to know how the novel ends I wouldn't have read it cover to cover. Like at the end of Harry Potter where its Harry's little boy getting on the train. Pretty Women had a perfect ending. She fell in love, got the guy and he came and got her like her fantasies. You didn't see them in their new condo and you didn't see him going to go climb up her fire escape.

It was kinda inspirational though, it makes me want to write something amazing. Markus Zusak is my inspiration..........

I'm so bored right now.

It was so cold today we got to play dodge ball. It appears that I don't understand the game because when I see one of those balls coming at me, even slowly, I panic and my feet get stuck. It's like I can't look away or move. And then once it has hit me I look all around to see if anyone saw the patheticness. But no one cares.

One more thing, Specs missed lunch today because she was crying to Mr.Mac about all her problems. Me and Isadora were totally worried because we didn't know where she was. We thought she was killed or raped or something. I called and texted her and then I saw her back in fourth and she cried to me too.
Apparently she's done with this school and with her parents. I don't really understand why but I'll try to find out. I was kinda bummed she didn't invite me to this therapy session, I'm like Dr.Phylis, baby.

To tired to write..............................zzzzzzzzzzzzz where did the Z come from?

Thanksgiving Weekend

Thanksgiving weekend is never a good weekend. You can feel it really,it is hard to detect under the smell of turkey and stuffing (soggy croutons if you ask me) and the tension in laws usually bring. When I was in the first grade all the first graders did this feast thing where one class was pilgrims and the other was Indians. I was so excited, we even bought green beans for the meal. But then I found out we were leaving school early and I would miss the party to go out of town. I was utterly crushed, I mean we got green beans, ones I would never taste. That experience has ruined Thanksgiving for me, because you know what my parents did? They told me I could go next year, but wait, its only for 1st graders, which I didn't realize until the next year. No, its never a good weekend.

But no I'm just kidding, Turkey Day was good, I didn't get to watch as much of the parade as I would have liked. I usually like watching all the colors and the floats and the stars. Its kinda fun, but I slept in. My mom was felling crazy I guess, so that was the only bad thing, getting yelled at for every little thing. Then we made our way over to my grandmas with lots of food. None of which I made. I don't know if I'm mentioned this but I am a terrible chef. I get distracted. I mix up teaspoon and tablespoon. Whatever, details.

My dog is over weight, so I took him on a walk, not without persuasion, but again details. I kinda let him lead, I just turned where he wanted me to turn. And it was pretty chilly for where I live. So I had this white knit hat on over the bun in my hair and I thought I looked very New York funny, but I doubt people who actually look like that try or even tell themselves they look that way.

Maybe this is my pervert or stalker coming out but I love seeing people in their homes. I like looking through open windows with false yellow light coming from it and watching the people inside. Its just so...well I really don't know. But its like I'm getting a taste into someone else's life, something I will never be part of. Knowing they have no idea who I am, where I came from. Me, not having the answers to those same questions about them. Its just the present, because I will never know their past or future. And that would ruin it. Its like a story, but only a page. A few words about a grandchild in her grandmothers lap or two little boys racing around while their mother was in the kitchen. About old friends or new ones, I honestly don't know.

And I hate not knowing usually, just like I hate surprises. Because I'm one of those people who wish for no shockers, for everything to be as planned. Which will no doubt come to haunt me someday. But then again, reading this, I know it'll happen, so nothing will have changed.

Went and saw Harry Potter with Issy and the fam. God, I hate the word fam. It was good, or at least I thought it was. It made me want to reread the novel though, because I felt like I was missing things, forgetting. But I probably won't have time because of book club. Speaking of, it's this Thursday and I have yet to finish the book. I am the Messenger is brilliant, but I have not had time. To busy watching what seemed like 7 Bill Murray movies this weekend. I think he's brilliant, too. I like him, Billy Crystal and Robin Williams. Aren't they kinda like each other?

One of those movies was called The Royal Tenenbaums. It had Ben Stiller in it, so automatically I was like not gonna happen. Like when I see a talking animal movie with George Lopez in it, wait what talking animal movie is he not in? So I was standing in the kitchen, feeling really chatty. And I asked my mom what her favorite Ben Stiller movie was, we laughed and I said something like trick question. And then, feeling chatty, I went on to tell her this. "I use to think Ben Stiller was the same guy who wrote Good Will Hunting. Then I saw the movie and was like whoa, plastic surgery and brain surgery." I think she pretended to laugh, I love my mom.

My Thankful For List
I am thankful that I am healthy
I am thankful that my family is mostly healthy
I am thankful that I have a want
I am thankful that I have some amount of talent
I am thankful for my luck
I am thankful for my past
I am thankful for the fact that my future is still mine and blissfully empty as of right now

Maybe you don't know what I mean, like what are you talking about want. I'm smiling as sick as that probably is, but think about it. What would happen if you didn't want anything. Probably be writing to no one online, you say.

I always want to wear scarves, but I don't know how to work them.

Specs made her high school audition for the 29th of January, not the 22, just in case she was invited to a birthday party of mine. My birthday is the 23, and let me just say, that's just sad. I mean some things are funny for a while and then become sad, but this, this never was funny.

I was trying to think of a word that was something complicatedly beautiful for my essay in English, but I couldn't so I turned to Bernie, not my brightest idea. This is what she told me,'Complication means drama, drama means bitch, bitch means ugly, sorry no such thing,' You have to admire her logic. Or not, because I can't find a word.

 I know what you must be thinking, what kind of 8th grade blog is this. This story, this blabbering is dull. Not at all like 8th grade. Your thinking, In 8th grade I was kissing boys and holding hands and writing names on my binder. Giving myself a Mrs. in front of my name. Its not like I'm leaving some huge boy filled piece of my life out of this, because you can't leave out something you don't have. I haven't really had a crush and only one boy has had a crush on me all year. Sorry, I was just observing my friends. With their boy friends and first kisses. And I thought to myself, I am going to be the Katherine Heigl of reality. But I am so strangely okay with that fact.

My little sister put up the Christmas tree while I was at Isadora's and I didn't really get angry or anything. Because what I do every year is the train around the tree. We put this little wooden train track and little figures, that don't go with the set like M&M's and the Grinch, and because of my amazing sense of humor its always really cute and funny if you look at it. So I still have to do that.

I blew out my hair for the first time. Or maybe I didn't, if its blown out does it have to be straight because I blew mine out to be curly at the ends. It looks awesome! I am so proud of myself.

I think my imaginary worlds and friends are spoiling me.

I can not wait to tell everyone about my 'brother' who came in for Thanksgiving. Or maybe he didn't because I kinda want him here for Christmas. This makes me sound way to crazy. You belong with Specs in her padded cell.

All my love and hope that you had a great Turkey Day (or not because I'm a vegetarian)....but no hope or love to your croc wearing mom.


Omg, they made a modern day Wuthering Heights..no one tells me anything.

November 23, 2010

Why is there a birthday like everyday? Someone is always singing. I hate the dark side of the cafeteria and their singing and anorexia. Whats wrong with eating? No, no you have to go over to the light side to not go hungry.

Has anyone here heard that Arrowhead has toilet paper in it? I didn't think so, but according to Cassy the white floaters are toilet paper infesting our 'fresh' water. Now she didn't use the word infesting, but that's what she said. Half the kids, with their Arrowhead bottles demanded where she heard it, the other half, all Dasani, chugged away. And then there was me, no water bottle.

Its really windy outside. I don't mind rain, in fact I love it. But lightning and wind scare the crap out of me. I always count during thunderstorms, I do this every time to reassure myself that the lightning is getting farther away and every time it gets closer. I hate electricity at times, like when it goes ninja on your nerves.

Random Question- Why do you yawn when you're tired, why don't you sneeze?

In science me and Ryan were talking about something that lead to me saying, 'Oh I used to make soap with my mom,' Oh right! It was Geo, I had to carve a stone wall out of soup like the Incas and Isadora made me a soap heart. Ryan then thought for a moment and said, 'What have I done with my mom...I got nothing.'

Its true though, as sad as that is, his mom is cra cra. I usually don't bag on moms that aren't mine, but come on she jacked up his phone so he couldn't call anyone but his mom, dad and sister. He can't even call 911! What kind of parenting is that?

Specs annoyed the crap out of me today, I wasn't in the mood for anyone really. But we were getting our test scores from last year and our current reading level. I got my test- 479/500 and my reading level is 9 months into my senior year in high school. She got 8 months into 8th grade and she told me this, then I wouldn't tell her mine. So she goes to the teacher and demands my scores, which she doesn't find there either. So she comes back and yells at me as though she deserves to know. It may seem weird that I wouldn't want to tell her good test scores, but that's the thing. I have no problem telling people I suck its telling them that I did better than them that I struggle with. Its like I'm rubbing it in their faces, even though I'm not. I just don't think everything needs to be shared. So I told her it was none of her business. I didn't have to deal with her until 5th again where she asked me if I was mad at her. Of course I said no, because I wasn't. I haven't been mad at her in a long time. You only get mad when something happens that you don't expect, and that period of time is long gone.

She kept telling the teacher to get on with the lesson in science. I mean really? I hope she ends up a teacher, always on path, giving out crap caramels on Halloween and leaving Christmas lights up all year, because she's too lazy to get them down. What with her lesson plans and everything.

I mean in PE, everyone skips numbers when the teacher isn't listening. It goes kinda like this....Up 1, up 2, up 3. He isn't looking! Up 9, up 10. Go! Up 20!

We learned all about this egg drop project we have. One of the teachers will drop our contraption from the theater roof and see if our egg breaks. But we can't use feminine hygiene products! Did someone actually do that? Its like how my meds say not for vagina. Come on?!

When asked how big the protection could be my sarcastic teacher said the size of my balls. She has these giant balls above her desk, but we ate it up anyways. She told us she will say that the whole year because when someone makes a ball joke later in our lives we won't think its funny and she likes taking away the funny from our futures.

I think I have an idea of what to do, but I don't want to seem like I'm cheating. Maybe I'll post pictures after its done. On the prohibited items list was bubble wrap which we had to explain to Cassy as the thing she jumps on after her package is out of the box.

Thanksgiving in 2 days! This holiday always sneaks up on me! What I'm thankful for list soon.

I hate the word uber.
 It's Miley Cyrus's 18th I think!
This has been the most random post ever, whatever.


Hugs for everyone...except your croc wearing mom!

November 22, 2010

Here's how I want you to imagine me for this post- high, highly unsexy, pony tails, braces and glasses that I push up my nose every few seconds while gagging back phlegm and talking like I'm sick.

So this weekend I bought my very first Aeropostal sweatshirt, pretty massive deal when you don't do your own laundry and still watch Nickelodeon. I wore it today, breaking my no new clothes on Monday rule, but whatever. I make my rules to be broken, which is why I still bite my nails and look myself up. When I walked into 0 period Korola, forgetting the obligatory hello, says 'Are you wearing an Aeropostal sweatshirt?' I replied calmly, because if I hadn't the power of the jacket would be lost. Yes. 'Is it yours?' And then I should have said Who else's would it be? But no I just kinda mumbled yes again and sat. And then in 6th Ryan told me I looked like a cheerleader with it on. I won't complain on that one, but it really isn't the image I was going for.

Bernie was ticked today, or maybe it was her new bright red lip stick that made me think her whole face would boil red soon like Donald Duck. She wouldn't stop glaring at this 12 year old in our class. Kitty skipped 2 grades and turned 12 just last moth. She is beyond smart, but physically and emotionally she is 12. I can't help but feel bad for her, her parents probably make her wear lace ankle socks.
Bernie- ' She's one of those kids who laughs when the teacher puts on the Charlie Brown Christmas on the day she doesn't want to make a lesson plan.'
Me- 'Those can be pretty funny, and the teacher only puts those on when she gets hungover and that only happens like 3 times a year,'
Bernie- 'It's not even Christmas when they put in on, God, she's wearing tennis shoes,'
Me- Stop it, she's nice, you were 12 once too,'
Bernie- 'I could have skipped a grade,'
Teacher- 'Girls,'
Me- 'Oh, I see now,'
Bernie- 'What do you see? You don't see anything,'
Me- 'It's quite clear now, but think about it would you like to be surrounded with present you when you were 6th grade you?'
Bernie- 'You make more sense on paper, here.'
Me- 'So not in the mood,'
Bernie- 'Kidding, but I could have,'
Me- 'I'm sure,'
Teacher- 'Girls!'

The composer of one of our pieces in chamber came in today. He was like 30 and annoying Emma's dad. He was so not like her, and Ms.Heels had the biggest crush. She gets all bubblegum when people come in and watch her teach. She's suddenly artificial strawberry lip gloss. We pray for these times, the times when she grinds her teeth and bats her overly made up eye. At one point the composer guy, Bobby, says his role models were his teachers. Some one in the back yells out, 'lies!' Which got a heavy dose of eye batting and teeth crunching. This is why I love evaluation days so much. We can go up to her and say our G string is loose and not lose a tooth ourselves. Or be hung by her hair and the long, ugly scarves she wears.

I have learned to simply laugh at everything my science teacher says. She is the most sarcastic thing you will ever meet. And then she gets all preschool on us and says crap like, 'that went over your heads. So when she asked us if our IQ's were nonexistence I started rolling on the floor. She deserves all my fake, kiss up laughs. I'm going to pass this class because of that, just like I pass PE because I never put my hand down.

Speaking of PE, we were filling these sheets out in the gym and Cassy asks,'What does PE stand for?'

 Staying after for the NJHSasdagrhdfcg executive meeting was the most fun. Though Shane was there and I no longer want him as a sidekick. In fact I told my mom I want him to have to spend the rest of his life saying 'want fries with that?' Because he is mean. I accidentally sat in his seat and he got so ticked, I was like I didn't know and he wouldn't stop.

I was super thankful that Ricky was there, he is about 4 feet 5 inches and the funniest thing ever. I asked him why he was there and he told me he was water boy. I asked him to get me a water and he quickly said, kidding I'm orange juice boy and were out of that.

Shane started to get better when we talked about Harry Potter, 'I don't like British movies, its all curly hair, jacked up teeth and pasty skin,' Ricky was like,' Ive only ever seen the first one and what was he 4 in that?' Which made Shane's comment less,well, obvious. But it did nothing to save his next one. We began to look through the Oriental trading catalog and I asked if we could buy 1 and a half packages of stuffed animals to sell. Shane then said 'No, the orientals can't figure that out!' What is that some sort of twisted humor? Because it belongs on a You Tube channel that no one sees, not in a classroom. As I kept turning the pages I began to notice ducks. There are rubber ducks for every holiday. Christmas, Easter, Mardi Gras. Which Ricky didn't understand, 'Sorry if I'm not Egypt ion.'
Me- 'I don't think its Egyptian.'
Ricky- 'It sounds like it would be. You know?'
Shane- 'Give me the book, don't be a power whore.'
Me- 'What did you just say?'
Shane- 'Power whore.'
Ricky- 'Um. Hordes, you mean power horde.'
Shane- 'What?! It isn't whore?'
That just became my personal slogan, don't be a power whore! Kidding..kinda.


Kisses to you...but not your croc wearing mom!

November 19, 2010

Play Play by Play.....

After book club on Thursday I stayed in Mr.Mac's room with Ryan and my old math teacher, until 6:30. At one point I was all alone while they went and got Sonic but later we were all comparing music and movies and waving our hands when the motion censor lights went out. It was actually really fun. After it was close to the plays beginning a janitor came in and cleaned up and then she left and the lights went out. Mr.Mac jiggled his keys and they didn't come back on. Turns out that the janitor just flipped off the switch. Like what? She noticed us, I mean she said 'hey.'

I was sitting next to my old math teacher at the end of the row. It was a pretty pathetic turn out for opening night. But then I realized why. It wasn't even a full play, it was a whole bunch of skits and the props were air. 'Would you like this invisible bag of money?'

It was called Journeys from There to Here. Nice title, but you can't judge a book by its cover. No, no you can't.

So here's what I wrote....
Lola's standing on the stairs above me and I'm worried I'll distract her, but that's just flattery.
God, they're reading off etiquette rules now, and warnings about the smoke machine in one of the scenes.
The lights dim and I'd like to say the crowd went crazy but that would be the understatement of the year. Three green shirt wearing kids come out and make not so funny commentary about the beginning of the play and how we will be following different stories from around the world, starting in Africa. Remember in elementary where they partnered all races together and there were couples that were both white that had a black baby? Yeah that didn't happen. The actors for Africa were black. Lola was in a turban thing at one point, but they weren't racist or anything.
This skit starts off with a beautiful princess being hidden from the world by her parents. Wait I saw an 80's movie like this?! But real quick the over protective dad's like here you can marry her and sends her out in the woods with a slave.
The princess is an obvious idiot and I want to talk to her like I do the TV. But I think they mentioned something about not doing that in the etiquette rules announcements. They get to a projection of a water fall clip art and the princess asks what it is.
The slave is a lot smarter and asks for her sandals in return for an answer. I'm like wikipedia it, you need those shoes! But she doesn't hear me and then she loses her head dress, jewels and wrap. It's pretty clear whats going to happen at this point. The guy is going to think the slave is the princess. But they won't cut to the chase, no the dumb, naked princess gets to a fake ficus and asks what it is? And you know what the slave says, a palm tree! A palm tree! What? And she gives her her necklace for that lie. I mean its a fake ficus, how cheap is my school that we cant buy a blow up party palm tree.
 Leo, the guy who plays the soon to be prince or something marries the slave and hates her, everyone does. He's near causing a terrible 'accident' when the father shows up and's like hey I want to get some coffee with my daughter, where is she? The wholes things taken care of, blah blah blah. And they live happily ever after. Sorry that was kind of quick but I'm sure you can guess what happened. I mean we have all seen that 80's movie.

Another green shirt wearer comes out and asks us if we want to hear a tale? Crickets chirp. She looks nervous and asks again, this time one guys claps and then we all start up real slow. She races off stage, but at least we know she will never be a children show host. Because she would get fired real fast.

Another African skit is up, a tale if you will. This one starts off with Lola's cousin coming on, there like the only two black people in drama. She needs a room in the village and Leo lets her have it under one condition. She cannot snore. Huh? Who wrote this? She starts to snore, duh, and I'm like holy crap this is the climax. Better copy right this before MiraMax picks it up! Lola's cousin has a stage brother who must save her from the evil gods of snoring or something and he gets out his trusty drum he never leaves house without. Favorite accessory? My Converse. Food? Burgers. You never leave home without? Drum. And he starts to go all Will. I. Am.
I'm starting to wonder if I should have filmed this because he's the next Grayson Chance. No joke. I think they're going to have random dance and singing breaks to make this bearable.

The fake banter is back and the green shirt's are shoving each other.

France, this should be fun. White people!
The little French man is this boy I have known since 2nd grade. We call him scripted man because everything he says sounds like it was written before hand for a ABC comedy. And then we all fake laugh and I always expect a techie to pop up with a sign saying laugh or cry on it.
Someone on stage says that he has an honest face. I can't help but laugh, I mean that's no reason for you to let him into your house. If I was in this I would be the bad guy who doesn't feed him or give him a bed. Because he has given me no time to go on trusty People Finder.com.
He turns out to be a wizard or something, granting a wish that goes wrong and then the bad lady can't stop cutting things with her giant scissors (if they hadn't made the scissors so big we could have gotten a fake palm tree.) They have these awful scissor sound affects and I feel like I'm watching a parody of Edward Scissor hands.
Oh! Someone fell! This is why I come to these things! The other standing actress is improvising saying something like 'Don't drop those, they are important,' But you can tell she wants to laugh. And so does the audience. The not laughing tension is building.

I'll skip Holland because neither you nor I care.

India now. I don't even remember the story except that one of the actors sounded like he was from Scar Face. The rest of its a giant dance scene between monkeys and demons. Its like random dance break! The dancing is actually really cool. Its like a war but with flips and stuff. I'm starting to enjoy myself and then its time for Mexico.

I would like to tell you that this part isn't racist but I don't want to lie to you. You would think that with a school 80% Mexican this would be the best part, but no it's Dora for junior high. The main character is screaming 'Magnifico!' every two seconds and now the audience is wrapped around her little finger. Its so sad. Magnifico!
Scar Face is back- only now he's Pepe and eating a tortilla.  He's trying to shoot a bird, and oh wait the bird sings! Random singing break! Magnifico!
I remember the bird turns into a human and Pepe marries her and there's a fiesta but then Mariachi comes on and everyone goes crazy. They suck and still they love it.

Everyone bows and it's over and I don't think I learned anything. Not any of the morals except maybe the one from India which was kill a monkey or something.

Beauty and the beast next...should be fun!


I love you...but not your croc wearing mom.

November 17, 2010

Block Day today. English, Homeroom, Algebra 1 Honors, Advanced Orchestra, Gym. Yes, it was a good day. No, I didn't do anything.

Turns out the cut that Fez made on my arm, which he says makes me his property he wrote POF (Property of Fez) on my hand, is infected. Its tragic. To be honest I'm kinda worried. Its a minuscule half moon of a thing, but I have a problem with worrying. Its a curse, I think every hit of any body part means I am bleeding internally and every small cut turns into a gash. In fact, I have this terrible bruise on my leg that I can't see has me praying at night. And I'm not even religious.

Book club tomorrow, for 13 Reasons Why. As of right now, it's me Hilary, Bernie and Mr.Mac. I told Hilary to only make a dozen cookies. Which means no one will get any, because Mr.Mac has no self control. Though I have a thing for sweets as well. I just don't trust other peoples baking. Want to know more of my crazy behaviors, see above and just below!

I arrange my M&M's in color coordinated piles then eat the appropriate ones to make sure all have the same amount in them, before I can eat my candy freely.
I have an imaginary life, or more correctly lives. I have different universes, really. With new people. I won't say better and I certainly wont say imaginary friends, because I have imaginary enemy's too. Only enemy means that I can get them in the end, and because they aren't real, I should call them nemeses. But I have killed people I got tired of off.
I use to have a ritual before I went to bed that involved blowing kisses, knocking, turning my alarm clock light on and chanting almost. Thank goodness I only do kisses now.
I make a list everyday with detailed descriptions of things I need to do.


I feel as though this has really bonded us. I share to much with you, especially the bad stuff.

I think my new favorite author would have to be Markus Zusak, I can't properly say his name, but he is amazing. His book I am reading right now, I am the Messenger is a tad like The Cather in the Rye (one of my all time favorites.) Its sarcastic and funny and deep in a way that doesn't make you want to kill yourself. Its just the world seen through a teenage boys eyes. I do love that sort of stuff, I mean that is exactly what Catcher in the Rye was. But its just that with these two books (and let me add another, Will Grayson Will Grayson) I find I think the same things. And that's nice, having someone who sees things the same way as you. Even if they don't exist. Holden Caulfield said that a good book should make you want to call up the author and have a chat with them. And that's exactly what I feel with Zusak, though I'd have to pay long distance, so not gonna happen.

I might go to the play tomorrow. Sit alone in the front row with my note pad, sketching down how awful it was. When you go to the play your supposed to go with a group of friends, you make signs and cheer for your 'bestie.' And when I say you, I mean anyone but me. I have no one to sit with, that's depressing. I'll probably end up sitting right next to someone, even if there is an open seat 2 down that isn't by anybody, just so it looks like I'm with them.

Me and Bernie fought over the books again today. Only this time I got angry. She promised she would get the books today. And when I reminded her of this she said she meant the readers not the plays. I nearly chocked her, I don't know why I got so angry but she plays these games. I'll massage your shoulders on Thursday, the day we have off. Ill get the books, if they are the kind we aren't using. I'll let you drink my water tomorrow, knowing this is the last bottle she has. I don't know if that's the norm with her other click, but I don't much care for it. Like Debra Messing. Or SJP - check this out...
http://sarahjessicaparkerlookslikeahorse.com/

I literally just typed that in and it was an actual site. When I do that with other things, I always get adult only sites. What!?

When I look at it, its like I raise popular people. I was friends with just about everyone of them at one point, and then suddenly they are superstars in the hallways. I'm only thinking about this because I went to the dark side today. The dark side of the cafe that is. As you progress through school you're to move down tables, from 1 to 12. I'm still at 2. Its the light side because its where the two doors are. The other side has the snack shack, vending machines, bathrooms and radio (they play Taylor Swift.) I went over there to talk to this cheerleader, dancer, straight A student who's doing the amusement project with me and Isadora. Lets call her Sophie. That fits don't you think.



We had bowling again in PE. Only because of the block period we had it for more then an hour. The teacher caught me pretending the bowling ball was a basketball, aiming for the hoop and joking with Hannie. And then he taught me how to correctly release. Something back step push, step back, step something Strike! No, just kidding that was Hannie. She was at zero and then all of the sudden, out of nowhere she got a strike. It was crazy.

I got my student in homeroom. He is sooo quiet. I feel bad for him, I don't know if its because he is shy or if its that fact that he is mentally challenged. Anyways I had to walk him through the first part of his pre assessment. Which you aren't supposed to do. I just hope he is able to open up and be able to learn. I really do feel bad.

We get our fundraiser crap tomorrow. So it should be fun getting home on the late bus. With my violin, giant bag, garbage bag of junk and my dignity lost somewhere between my school and my stop.

The computer is freaking out on me! Must go..


Your mom wears Crocs.

November 16, 2010

I find I love Bernie's company so much that I hate it whens she's absent. The empty chair, and room around me. The silence almost unbearable. No softball news, no mean girl updates. Just learning.

Today was not one of those days.

I don't know why but our two seats never have the required books already placed on them so its a battle to see who will get up first and go get them. Usually someone else near by, who is tired of us, will go get us a pair. But then we get harassed and guilted and it's a bigger pain then getting up anyway. So today, unlike her constant chatter, the books were gone and we both said something along the lines of, "Why is it that we are the only ones who have to get up!?" See it really isn't about the books, its about out pathetic laziness. Its sad really.
Bernie, I swear, I got them yesterday..
No you didn't, I remember I did because Mariah tripped me..
Mariah isn't in this class, you fool...
Well, she tripped me sometime, and I got the Macbeth's anyway..
The readers are heavier, I'm not stupid...
They're not that bad...
Then go get them..
Look they've started...
Doesn't matter, we don't have books...
You get them tomorrow...
Okay!

And set with our books, at last. We managed to learn about the, an, and, and adjectives and their many powers in the world of 8th grade English. Personally I like adjectives. And then on to Macbeth, which we really haven't touched in far too long. Its like wait who again is Macbeth? What did he do? Like whenever we see the principal. Wait we have a principal? Hey look there's a new kid, oh no wait! Look, I told you she wasn't dead? Who's that?

Bernie was on some rant about how she hated that all the terrible readers were always chosen, and then stumbled over their parts words. Its like a law, though, you can't really fight it. The crummy readers are the ones who get the crucial monologues. This class has ruined Shakespeare for me, I'm afraid if I try to read it I might start to stutter, just out of the habit of hearing it for 3 years. "God look who she picked, he doesn't know the meaning of negotiate."


So naturally Specs was chosen and Lola. Lola starts to read the part of Macbeth, blah blah blah witches blah kill blah ghost blah and here it comes the word that she gets to, that everyone gets to, that they can't pronounce. Covey. Okay, so she says cavey. And then this happens.
Lola- Um...cavey
Specs- Its couvey.
Bernie- What, no. Cuvey.

The people who correct other people incorrectly are worse then the ones who think they can enunciate. That's why this planet is crammed with the wrong kind of people. It's those idiots who tell others that the wrong stuff is right. Lola will never correctly pronounce covey, neither will her children or theirs. Its an endless cycle. Endless, but not beginning less. Specs is to blame when that word is never spoken as it should for the rest of time.

 Hanceforth be eeerls, the first that ever Scotland
 In such an honor nameded.  What’s more to to do,
 Which would be plunted newly with the t-t-time,
 As calling home our exiled friends abord abroad
 That fled the snares of watchful tiirranny;
 Pruaducing forth the c-c-cruel meenistersss
 Of this dead butcher and his fried, no, fied-like queen,
 Who, as ‘tis thought, by self and violent hands
 Took of, of, off her life; this, and what needless, ful else
 That calls upon us, by the grace of Grace of,
 We will perform in miuasure and in on place.

I mean I can do better than that and I suck at oral reading. I mean bad. My mom taught me as a young child that the was and, and was of, of was it, it was off and so on. I don't know why, perhaps a sick sort of social experiment. See how I would turn out, but I still mix them up when reading aloud. I'm fine in my own head but I always confuse people with things like, Mary the Amy went off and store so buy chicken. 

But I have reasons, whats the reason for reading banish, bamish? Ha, I don't think so.

Random Question- Is it wrong that I love when this goes down?
Teacher- Okay Specs, you go get some new batteries.
Bon Qui Qui- Who's Specs? Ain't no Specs in this class?
Specs- Ive known you for 4 years.
Bon Qui Qui- What? Is that her...

We got our report cards today. Its true that's really all that 8th grade is, popping pimples (did that twice today) and getting report cards. Its a big deal, too. All the names are neatly typed and the principle makes an announcement. Who's that on the over com?

I got straight A's, perfect O's (which means you didn't talk in class) and perfect attendance. Though that isn't rare. Isadora had one absence in 5 of her classes from the day she was sick, but two of them just didn't realize she was gone. I got a free meal at Port of Subs, some crappy stickers that say PAW-sitive. Oh, how clever, like the mascot, hahaha.



Found out my math teacher dropped out of high school in the 10th grades. Her and Specs are going to ruin my future. No I'm kidding, she went back and has a masters now, I think.

Science was stupid again.  Cassy couldn't understand that displacement and misplacement were no the same thing. And then she didn't seem to understand that the roller coaster project with foam tubing we were going to do tomorrow was not the same as the amusement park outside of school project that is due in January.
Teacher- So you will being using this piping and this marble..
Cassy- But what if we are doing a Ferris wheel?
Selena- They aren't the same project.
Teacher- If the marble doesn't get though your loops, you didn't do it correctly...
Cassy- But what if your doing a Ferris wheel?

It's getting so much colder here, and I love it. I hate it, but I love it too. Winter is just more fun, you now? Like Oreo's compared to those stupid knock off things called Tuxedos. Wait that was not a good comparison. What do cookies and the cold have to do with anything? I'm confusing myself.

I must go eat.
Love you always..in a creepy way!

November 15, 2010

Science=
Shane- God, have you seen that ashy girl, I really need too! Everyone says shes nasty, with her ashy legs.
Jardashia- Her name is Ashy...
Shane- Megan was like I wonder if she's gray?
Jardashia- Her name is Ashy.
Shane- What class does ashy girl have?
Jardashia- Her name is Ashy!
Teacher- Has anyone here heard of the term momentum?
Cassy- I have!
Teacher- In what context? Can you tell us what it means?
Cassy- Its like when you save something to remember, a memory and stuff.
Selena- No, Cassy, honey, that's a memento.
Cassy- Oh! Slowly lower hand
Teacher- So momentum is the blank times the blank! Why would this not have momentum?
Shane- It isn't moving.
Teacher- Put the law says...so what are the forces?
Cassy- Levity!
Selena- No, Cassy, its gravity.
Amanda- See there are different shades of white. O's tan, your red, shes albino, shes peach. It all depends.
Cristy- I'm red!
Specs- O is not tan, more like orange
Me- Huff
Matt Huff (aka cracker)- Someone call me?
Specs- Not you Matt, jesus!
Jesus- What? Its pronounced Hesus!!
Me- Huff
Matt Huff- Stop that!


PE=
Teacher- S-s-s-s-o the g-g-gym is being used for the elective pictures. S-s-s-o we have to play gladiator tag!
Us- Yay!
Teacher- Y-y-y-you have to tuck in your shirts and tuck in the flag like t-t-this...
James- Look I'm Urcal!
Tim- Win! High 5..nope its a jelly fish!
Me- Tim, say Nice Par.
Tim- Nice Par

Me- Ha, I told you he sounded just like the Wii guy!
Hannie- Say Strike!
Tim- Strike!
Me- I rest my case.


Lunch=
Nom Nom Nom

I just started my choice for book club, I am the Messenger or I am Messenger. Unlike all the others picks, mine is awesome. The book is funny and clever and,well, people aren't killing themselves or others so that's a plus.

Get my first quarter report card tomorrow! I'm excited, I don't know what I got. I hope its all A's because I really want my grades far up for the first semester. That's what high schools look at. They always give out this nasty sandwich that belongs at a junior soccer team 'hey its okay that you lost' after party where the bottle blond moms watch baby videos on the brown sectional, waiting for the coach/dad named Dave to come home. But seriously they are soggy and nasty and I always expect something better, but it never comes.
But only straight A kids get it anyway, so I might not even get one.

The way I think about it my life is in that before movie starts phase, where everything is dull, right before the main character starts training for something (ha) or joins a volunteer work group (ha) or wins American Idol (ha to the second power.) See my dogs over weight, my little sister is like the little sister in 27 Dresses, minus 15 years and people at school call me orchi dork, bipolar chick or in the closet girl. As for the last one, its not what you think mom! No, they call me and Hilary that because we are the only two in the click (I'm going to call it that so that I start to believe I could easily change the channel) who haven't ever had a boyfriend.

I don't know about her, but for me holding a guys hand and sitting with him at lunch is not a boyfriend. Plus I'm on the search of a gay friend right now, not a boyfriend. Oh how I want a gay friend. I mean there so funny and fashion forward! Kidding....kinda.

5 things I did today.
Drank coconut flavored water, why wont people just drink normal water? It isn't that bad!
Got stepped on my Specs, am now missing patch of skin. No sorry.
Spit up normal water at lunch because of Isadora and had to sit on ground to help from peeing pants.
Threw previously mentioned water in trash can and secretly pretended to be a basket ball hero! Hey I made a goal in the hoopy thingy!
Tried to play spy and find out what the girls name is who wears long denim skirts everyday. No one wears those! Still on the mission!

Until tomorrow.
Your mom wears crocs.

November 14, 2010

Another 4 day weekend. Ugh, its like I didn't even go to school this month. I mean it was pretty much, day off, make a hand print turkey, day off. I did basically nothing this weekend, as well. Except for shopping with Lola.

My English teacher succeeded in frightening me and everyone else about the proficiency exam coming up in February. She was trying to explain to us why we had to do 2 essays in 160 minutes, rather then 1 like all the past classes. Something about not doing so good on one, so the other one gives you a better chance of passing since the scores are averaged. "But what if you suck on both of them?"

So Bernie didn't show up to school, proving my mom right. So obviously our whole sleepover thing was off. It really disappointed me. And I prepare for that kind of thing. I've come to expect it, but she was so sure she could come that I let myself get excited. I mean I kinda teared up when Specs said,"So I guess you and Bernie's plans are off." I could have killed her, no joke. Like what kind of a thing is that to say. And I know what your thinking, come on O, she was just stating a fact. But the thing is she was being so snobby about it, like you don't get to have fun this weekend, nananana.

If my life was a movie she would be my nemesis, my hair would always be perfectly undone and fun theme music would play whenever I started to walk.

I'm glad I got to go out with Lola this weekend. I got this super cute dress and a long sleeve teal shirt, and a bow I think. And I had a lot of fun. As you know, I don't often do things outside of my own home, so 'girl' time with a buddy is rare. See Lola is way easy going. In some ways I envy her for that, and the fact that she can be exactly who she wants. Not that anything is really holding me back. Holding back the girl who writes blogs online and actually loves her parents.

In some ways I envy Specs too. But that isn't because of anything except her grades, or not even her grades. The attention she gets from her grades. Her family takes her zip lining and gives her lots of money. I thought it was people have simply come to expect me to get A's, but she has always gotten A's too. But my mom is right, I shouldn't need material things or outer motivations or something along those lines. She got a 98/99 on the math test and Ms.Bumpy put a sign on the door! I got a hundred on one of the past exams and I certainly didn't get a sign and a shout out.

I like to think of myself as not very competitive and not the jealous type. But I think I'm a little of both. But who isn't? Its human nature, right? I remember when I was in this special program in elementary, GATE (gifted and talented education) and we had to do this survey and then it told us which color we were. I was blue with streaks of orange. Blue = creativity and Orange = competitiveness.

Then at the end of the class, the teacher was going through the stats on her ancient Dell, and said, "O, you did well on the test, too." Wow, thanks. Wheres my applause?

My math teacher is pretty funny, if you would believe that. She isn't overly sarcastic like my science teacher and she isn't plain creepy like orchestra. "Hey, I taught kids yesterday!" Her- "Brian, those 3rd graders don't
 count."

So you know how I am the president of the writing lab, well the teacher did give me a student. And I'm nervous to meet him. He is supposed to be a really nice 7th grader who wants to learn, but he has a mental illness or something. They are trying to get him out of special ed classes but he struggles in English. I feel good doing things like this, but at the same time its scary. You don't really know what to expect, and I hate surprises.

I like getting close to my teachers. I like to kiss up, its true. But some of them get way to comfortable in front of me. Like my Geo teacher telling me she was peri menopausal and my old reading teacher cursing just about every time I see him now. Its funny, and nice that they trust me, but creepy on so many levels.

The field trip to one of the magnet high schools was Wednesday. So all the losers who wanted to go into cosmetology where gone for a day. Half my orchestra class was gone. So sad...

Do you want to know what I think about? I think about what I would tell my past self. And it isn't like serious, like don't worry, honey, it gets better. Its more like, there are these bathrooms in the 900 hallways that I know you don't know about, because no 6th or 7th grader knows about them and they are really clean. So you should use them. Also, there are set of restrooms in the 500 hallways that only the language kids know about, and there are only 2 types of language kids. The ones who already know the language and want an easy A, and the nerdy ones that don't have any other talent. So use those too. Did I mention I was thinking of going into French next year?

Here's my theory, when popular girls touch their hands together, it means love. Because I can't think of anything else that awkward move could mean. Its like they're too lazy to hug, so they just clasp hands, arm fight style and let go. Like, man I love you come over here and clasp my hand.

The end of the year play is set to be beauty and the beast. Ryan asked me today who I would audition for if I were to audition? I told him the candle stick. He looked at my like a dumb dog. So I said it again, and again. Eventually he gave up on me and said, well I'd be Lumiere. He is going on my stupid list, along with Specs. Thank God I think idiots are entertaining.

Looked at a science textbook today that's inside cover read- Date-2009, Name- Micheal Jackson, Race- Black/ White. That is why I love middle school.

I have my picture for orchestra taken tomorrow and book club Thursday. School play too. Would love to review that.

Oh! I forgot to make my lunch. I will tell you about going to the high school I want to go to's open house tomorrow.

Bye!!! -rockin' in like a teenage girl!

November 9, 2010

Let me start of by saying that some things just aren't worth it. The it can be replaced with whatever you like, but what I said is still true. Like, say, not getting to work on a project with someone is not worth crying for 2 periods. After that crazy New England project in World Geo my mom forbid me from working with Specs. We didn't get the grade we wanted because of the section she was working on, or more correctly not working on. So me and Hilary can't work with her anymore, her mom did the same. I worried about it for a while and then forgot, until a few days ago.

See we have this new project in science. We have to design an amusement park ride and then do some science and math with it. I told her I couldn't work with her because my mom wanted me to make new friends, I've known her for 8 years. Which meant that I could no longer work with Ryan or any other old friend. Only I also said that my mom would let me work with Isadora because we don't have any classes together. You are allowed to work with people in other periods and who have other teachers. I told Specs all this at the beginning of 5th ans she cried all the way till the end of 6th. So now she keeps texting me, trying to get me to change my moms mind and making movie plans and being pathetic. Its like I wear the face of a friend, I have the brain of a pityer and the heart of an enemy. God, I'm terrible. But the weird thing is I only feel a little guilty. Mostly relived, and that makes me feel just a tad more guilty. Should I feel guilty?

I think I might get a cheerleader on the group, you know they are always looking for an easy A. Shouldn't be too hard, I just want to see Specs with other people. Because I think this will be beneficial to both of us. Spreading our wings and crap. Hey I think that's what the morning announcements were about, oh no wait they were about how inviting a beehive can look. Um no. Beehives aren't inviting, that's a terrible metaphor or simile for gangs.

Why isn't texting a word on this spell check? Spell check is new technology right.

The fall dance was canceled. First it was the beloved Halloween dance, gone. The harvest dance, who were they kidding. The sock hop, we are stupid we don't know what a sock hop is, 12 tickets were sold and again the dance was cancelled.

I think that's what they deserve really as sad as it is.

In English we went over this analogy...Pupils are like oysters not sausages. Everyone was like, excuse me!? Then we read the following paragraph...
Pupils are like oysters not sausages. They can not be stuffed full of information and closed. They must be opened to let their pearls shine.

It was longer and wordier, but that was what it really said. Then my teacher went into how some other teachers treated us like sausages and just packed info into our heads. I quietly said the name of my old history teacher. Which won me some points with the people in my section of the class.

So now I see myself as a slimy piece of seafood and the sad thing is that not everyone will open, the pearl going to waste. Watch that be tomorrows morning announcement.

Bernie was having trouble with her love life in English as well. Her and Karola started getting into it, this and that, things I personally like to hear only in the comfort of my own home on an Ashley Tisdale movie. But when are my wishes respected? "You know, Bernie, a relationship has to be a two way thing." God shes so matter of fact. Shane said this,"What, did Jesus tell you that?" It was pretty funny, to me and him. Not so much to her or the depressed Bernie. But really she quotes the bible she carries around with her all the time!

I invited her to come home with me tomorrow. She can't ride the bus with me, my bus driver checks every one's id numbers or, well, all the black and Mexican people. Not me, she is incredibly racist. As long as she feels better she will get to come to my house for the first time ever! My mom said she would pick us up from school, but she only said that because she believed and still believes that Bernie will bail. I wouldn't be to shocked either to tell the truth.

We had to do a playing test today in chamber. I did poorly. Not bad, certainly not good. After class I asked if I could redo it and I was hoping she would tell me that I didn't need to. That I did fine. But she didn't, so I will tomorrow. It went down kinda like this..."Do you redo tests?" Yes. "Can I redo mine?" Knowing nod, then yes. So that was a little sad making, but I'm over it.

I might have to go to the movies with Specs this weekend. Maybe I'm more guilty than I thought. Oh and Peter requested me on face book. The guy who liked/likes me. Of course I said add, but then he messaged me! What? No one does that. Its all about having one more friend, not being a friend. Get it right, geez. So I asked what high schools he wanted to go to. I couldn't think of anything else. I'm not a real good conversationalist. In fact, people ignore me after a while because I confuse them to much.

I finished 13 Reasons Why. She killed herself. She had some reasons. Go read it and pray they don't make it into a movie.

Why does everyone make fun of Titanic? It made me feel empty not in the mood to be funny. The things that haunt me. Must go!

Love you...in a homo way...

November 8, 2010

What do an elephant and a grape have in common?
Simultaneous what?
They are both purple, except for the elephant.

So the extremely popular Disney show, Hannah Montana, ended last night. She pulled off her wig, her dad pulled off his creeper mustache and Leno acted surprised. Very touching. Only it actually was. I mean I remember watching the very first episode and then making my parent watch it when it came on again right after. I mean it was there, and now a new show is on. In fact it premiered right after the final finale of HM. Rather sad actually. Lizzie McGuire. Hannah Montana. Shake it Up. And in 3 or 4 years those two girls on Shake it Up will be on their own finale, followed by 2, 13 year olds. Its all very sad in a Disney channel way.

Lets go to math. unit 5 test today. I didn't finish, just in case you cared. But the thing that always scares me is the page flipping. I try to turn my pages very quietly, so no one will know or have some idea of how much I have finished. but everyone else loves to wave the pages around, making the paper crinkle and such. And the worst thing, the very first turn. You started question 2 and someone is already on page 2. Its intimidating. They should make tests out of one really long paper, so no one has to flip.

Oh God! The sickest thing happened in orchestra today. This girl, the vice president of NJHS (or actually now the president since Ariel quit, how long did that take?) started walking over to the trash by the door and Ms.Heels called her out. "Hey, Raven what are you doing?" I have to spit something out, she said."What are you eating? Whats in your mouth?" And the guts of this girl she replied honestly, mucus. Mucus, not bubblegum or candy as Ms.Heels had been expecting, prepared for. Mucus. The class shuddered together, all 60 of us. Then gagged, then giggles. Not at Raven, at the teachers face.

Tom told me a joke today. turns out he is in just about everyone of my classes. I keep pointing out that he is, too. Like hey your in this class? Next day, same class. Hey look he's in this class!? He wasn't actually telling a joke, so much as responding to this girl. She started to sing "To the left to the left." Then a boy said,"Hey why does Beyonce or whoever sings that?" And you know what Tom said? "Because black people have no rights. It was simple. And it took everyone time to get it because he wasn't laughing, really. Just smirking like he knew it would take them a few seconds to catch on.

Specs was killing me in Geo, making me want to kill her. Hey you wanna know what I want to get you? A giant teddy bear. I went zip lining. We should go zip lining. For your birthday? For Isadora's birthday?

So after Ryan and Phylis broke up in the cafe (Look what the admin has done to me! Cafe, as though that makes it a more friendly place! Next thing you know I'm going to be making sailing analogy's.) Well for the next few days we kinda watched her and her icky friends. She started talking to this 7th grader Ive known since 2nd, him in 1st. So me, Isadora, and Hilary made a bet. We would exchange quarters when they started to go out. But only state quarters. See we all agreed so its not really a bet. I said it first, 'Who wants to bet they end up going out?' But the other two are taking the credit now, I told you so's are flying.

Phylis may be slightly ticked that we made a bet on her love life, but whatever I get a state quarter out of it.

Lunch was hysterical. That may have something to do with the fact that Hilary, Ms.Class President, wasn't sitting with us, but I will put that aside. First we made the pile and we saw a pudding. It was Specs and you wont believe what the brand name was. PUDDING. That was it. Like we know what it is, are they that uncreative. Its worse then Kroger, man. Would you eat pudding that was called pudding?...

Last year around Christmas me and Isadora had what my mom calls a falling out. We didn't fight, we just stopped talking. She was being mean to me and personally I think she has learned from it. We didn't do gifts, at all. So today during lunch she turned to me and said,"Are we doing Christmas this year?" I said of course so we started talking about it when Richard, this butt we have known forever, said exactly what he said last year at x-mas. "Everyone else gets gifts, Richard gets cards." It was so funny, I mean when is third person unfunny. But then Isadora tried to think of what she got him, "No, I got you a... oh wait it was a card."

Someone had these chocolate cracker things at lunch and everyone was joking about how that was a totally oxymoron (like the cheerleaders) blackcrakers. Is that one? my nickname is CrackerMonster but not because I'm white, its because things get messy when I eat crackers. I love me some Kashi.

I think I failed at being nice, but I did tease Issy with the surprise. It was really funny watching her get confused. I mean she never gets confused, that's just not who she is. Or at least it doesn't show. That always confident in public person, that's her.

"I think they named that stuffed monkey Peggy."
"I hate that name, it makes me thing of pigs."
"Peggy the Pig"

"Kristen's mom is named Peggy."
"I know."

We started bowling in Gym. It was dull. I mean I don't think I even broke a sweat. Though we had to start off by doing these leg lift things where you kick your knee up towards your face, while running. It looked really dangerous. Like running with scissors (do you run with them down, so they hit your foot? Up, so they hit your face? Sideways, so you hit the person next to you? Sideways, most definitely.) It was rather embarrassing more so then the butt kickers that came after it. Specs looked like a horse on steroids. As mean as that is, she flips out. Walks with a kick and twitches. Even when we aren't in PE.

I was proud of myself today for not wearing that much mascara, or not as much as usual. And while I was waiting for my turn, I showed Katlyn."I'm such a mascara junkie, its my drug, no joke."
Her-"Oh, I sorry!" She always does that fake sympathy crap even when your joking.
Me-"No worries, Kesha will write a song about it and everything will be okay."

I started messing around with Hannie whenever I would hand her the cracked bowling ball. Pretending to drop it and stuff. Horsing around really. And then she started to do it too! When she first pretended to throw it at me we both looked at each other with this, Omg, did she/I just do that, look and then she started to have fun with it. I was like, woah, wow, yay, no, crap, all at the same time. I think I'm in a lot more danger now.

At the beginning of the year, remember that far back, the band was learning how to play the notes. We could here them from math class, everyday. They have started to learning a song, I think.I don't recognize though it sounds a touch like America the Beautiful. So not much improvement, but some. They are a little more and a little less bearable. If the makes sense.

Jealousy is a nasty beast. It really is. You should have seen Specs when she found out that Ariel and Katlyn went to the drive in this weekend. You could tell she was angry because she kept asking these questions, when did you go? What did you see? You know her aunt, I know her aunt? Oh you love her aunt?

I don't care that old friends of mine have new friends. Apparently she does, but what does she expect. The popular girl goes to the drive in and we do math homework. That's how middle works. That's how it should be. God, how would it be if it wasn't that way? Too complicated and nice.

Nighty night! I love you!
Id say no homo, but that's not who I am. So here you go..
I love you. Totally homo.