October 26, 2010

The day started off cold, or at least everyone else thought it was cold. I stay in my moms truck until 7:55, when the morning bell is only 30 seconds away. I cross the street and walk into the school. Usually I'm only a few yards in when the bell rings signaling the start of another day for all the magnet kids. I swear 5 or 6 kids walked into English, looked at my short sleeved sweater over my polo, and asked me 'Like why aren't you cold!'

Bernie came in and told me she looked it up and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre didn't really happen. She was so disappointed which I still don't fully understand. Its not like she just found out Santa and the tooth fairy aren't real. She found out a creepy faced man didn't kill people. By the way, I'm not sure about the whole tooth fairy thing, I swear she is real.

So on the topic of movies I told her I watched Shaw Shank Redemption. Then she told me she watched some movie called 23. She was all excited about how everything equaled 23. She wrote down 9/11/02 and was like see O it 's sum is 23! She continued to rack her brain for the date the Titanic sank to prove the point further, but I was busy questioning both her history and her math skills.

Science was really funny today, even thought we were all laughing over the same joke, over and over again. Because my whole science class and some of the other 2 during 6th hour passed our quarter exam we got to cram into one science room and do a special activity. They call it a lab, but its an activity. We got piping and string and tape and golf balls. The golf balls all had a patch of color sloppily colored on and each table got all one color. Then you put them in the square end of pipe, representing the medium and some one shook the square. The balls went flying and everyone else had to try and conned the balls to the tape to the string while it was moving. It was very scientific.

Before we even got any of the supplies the teacher was demonstrating how we were to do it. "Okay so you have the rack and the string and lets get this over with...the balls." To which everyone screamed laughing. The annoying girl, Bella, then stopped everyone and explained to the teacher that to get rid of all the immature behavior he could use the word, sphere. The teacher simply held up one of the balls colored blue and said, "Blue Spheres? Now where's the ring in that?"

I do not understand why so many people hate him.

The rest of the period continued this way...
"There's balls in my lap!"
"My balls are heavy!"
"We should have 3 balls"
"No, we should have 2."
"I have 4!"

Yes it was all good fun until the tape he gave us was caught in one of the cheerleaders hair and suddenly everyone wanted to be pulling their hair out and hurting themselves with the tape, too!

The cheerleader Lauren, not pronounced Lauren, no its pronounced Lauran, was sitting at my table and I noticed something about her. That's what I do, don't be surprised, I'm a creeper and you know it! She talks with her head. Not with her hands, her head. Its funny really she makes sound affects too. Like rock star head bang, sound affect with it- buuuash! Shes really loud and like the only Mexican on the squad. I admire her. Yes.

My old history teacher bailed. I reminded him when school let out that I would be back to grade papers and sweep his floor and he said okay. And then I showed up, his lights were on and his car was still here, but the door was locked. I called him from the geography room, where the NJHS meeting was held, and on try 5 he picked up saying 'Oh I was in the theater. I forgot. Reschedule?"

So I told him I would come by his room tomorrow until Mr.Mac comes back from dropping off another teacher at the airport. Its all very confusing.

Late bus today and tomorrow. Wish me luck?



I should have my own Disney show. Hi I'm O from the 8th Grade observer and your watching Disney channel. And then I would try and do something stupid like eat that glow stick that makes a perfect Mickey ears.

October 25, 2010

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 The rest won't copy! The Internets broken! But one said 'Your mom wears crocs' and the other had a guy in a hockey mask looking at a calendar disappointing that it said Friday the 12th.


Today was dull. See I do this thing where I make lists, 2 actually. One list is the things I need to get done before I go to bed. The other is kept in my pocket the entire day and as the day progresses I write down the things that happen. Its neurotic and other adjectives meaning the same, I know. But its what helps me get everything done.

So when I say today was dull, I mean the second list is empty. Not a thing happened today that is really worth remembering.

So I suppose Ill have to tell you about all the unmemorable things, that I seem to remember.

My geography teacher gave me a hug today. I have no idea where it came from. I was walking into class when I realized that I needed to ask her something. Before I could even speak, she reached across, I was going to say down, but we are the same height, and hugged me. She pulled me really, and my arms sorta hung at my sides, but it was no doubt a hug.

And my art project that isn't really an art project is coming along nicely. I started it with the intention of simply drawing a female form for my girlfriends and a male figure for my male friends, the 2 that actually exist. And this was still what I wanted when I drew my male figure, until I looked at it and realized I had 0 friends that buff. So I put it aside and started drawing Isadora. I have her body down, but her face is going to be hard and her hair is going to be harder. See she has the curliest hair you will ever see, cork screw curls if you will. They are tiny and thick. Not at all like you would imagine a cheerleader or a dancer.

Or at least that's not how I imagine them. I see blond hair, or long brown hair. I see pale skin or coca skin and I see straight hair. That's it. And in fact that's what most of them look like. Oh! Isadora was telling me about the caption of the cheer leading squads birthday party this weekend. Apparently Isadora told her mom to get an American Express card, so the captain could go shopping, for whatever she liked. Her mom came home with a Borders gift card. Of course Isadora was horrified, because "Mom! Cheerleaders don't read! Not all my friends read!" The last part is about me, see I would love a Borders gift card.

She says that, as sad as it is, all the stereotypes are true. Which I half believe, being in some classes with cheerleaders. I mean, they aren't as mean as you are told but they are pretty stuck up.

Staying after tomorrow, NJHS and then helping my old history teacher. He told me to watch Shaw Shank Redemption and because I am on the quest to becoming a movie guru (I don't even know what that word means, it just seemed to fit) I started it. Partly because I want to be the movie expert and partly because I want to have something to talk about. I guess Morgan Freeman's voice over is amazing or something?

Ill tell you about it once I finish, or not really about it, but my opinions. Because that's all I really care about.

I got a 43/45 on my science quarter exam, so that's good. When we got our report cards last week my teacher told me I was the only student with 100% so I don't think it hurt my grade, those 2 missed questions.

I have to call the high school I really want to go to and plan a shadow day. I guess its just a day where I follow a student around and see what the day would be like. I'm going to have to miss a day of my own school, which I do not like to do, but I'm willing for this. I don't even want to think about whats going to happen if I don't get into my 1st choice.

Speaking of high schools I also have to pick an audition piece for another school I'm applying too and I have forms to fill out and whatnot. To much stuff!

I have Friday off and Monday and Tuesday of next week so I'm pretty excited about that and Halloween. Though I have nowhere to wear my costume. When you think about it there was no point in even making it. My mom says I'm to old to trick or treat and I wasn't invited to any party's. And the annual school dance where you can wear your costumes isn't happening this year because my principle doesn't like kid's dressing up like devils or something. Something biased and religious. We are having a harvest dance instead. What kind of replacement is that! Harvest dance, who would even go to that.

I don't know how I'm going to write my blog while Isadora is here without her finding out about it so no promises I guess.

Good night. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed begs bite (really don't because it hurts so bad and you end up looking really nasty with red dots all over you. Trust me!)

October 22, 23, 24 2010

Today's my sisters 10th birthday! I know, I know. 10 is pretty big, it's double digits. It's all that junk. I congratulated her on staying alive for another 365 days and to keep that up. The day was actually really bad. Like there was crying and whining and arguing, and it wasn't even the 'its my birthday so Ill cry if I want to' kind of crying it was snot crying.

And just like weddings, birthdays make us think of ourselves.  So I thought of my own up coming birthday (14) and my previous birthday. Which was also a big one, becoming a teen. We went to this fancy restaurant and I wore this pretty dress. Lola and Isadora came and it was really nice. We took a ton of pictures, so that someday i could remember all the wonderfulness and that, but my mom deleted every last one. So now the wonderfulness is forever gone...

I got my sister a delicate, sterling silver four leaf clover necklace. She wanted a locket, but we couldn't find a nice one.

And now back to me. I think I'm getting sick. My throat is hurting really bad, where at first it feels like your parched and then you drink and it doesn't go away, only gets worse. Actually I know I'm getting sick, because this is how my last 2 or 3 colds started.

I worked on my costume most of today. I'm going to be a flapper form the 1920s like I told you. I make all of my costumes so I strung a really long pearl necklace and we bought a black dress, which today we covered with black fringe. It was frustrating more than hard, and definitely time consuming. First you have to pin the fringe to the dress, then stitch it on, then glue and stitch the ends. It looks really cool, but we're going to have to wrap my boobs or something because the dress has a lot of trouble going over them and my hips. I'm more round then most 8th graders, like I have really big hips. But it kind of works out because the girls in the 20's wrapped their breasts too. They wore there dresses long and shapeless too, in hopes to look like a 15 year old boy or something. I don't really know. You don't get much info from history class and the movie Chicago and the Great Gatsby.

I get one of my greatest pleasures in correcting teachers and this is going to sound bad but making substitutes feel bad (Its so mean-mom.) I got to correct both my math teacher and my orchestra teacher last week.

See in math I kept doing this equation and getting the same answer, but we were in these work groups where everyone was assigned 5 test questions and then we went through the test and at the end everyone knew every question (only my teacher forgot to assign anyone number 19.) They kept telling me the answer was .5 but I thought it was 2.2. I argued with my teacher sorta like me-2.2, her-.5, me-2.2. And short story long I was right.

Then in orchestra we were working out of these crap books we had to pay for. We were in the middle of some piece called Classical Bash. We got to a really dumb down, only quarter and half notes version of Eine kleine Nachtmusik. I love the piece and had already played the 'smart' version. So when my teacher said this I couldn't just sit there. It wasn't like I was Hannie, who once told a teacher that they were pronouncing viola wrong. Its not viola, veola. 

Ms.Heels- Classical Bash is a mix of some of Bach's best works.
Me- Isn't Eine Kleine Mozart?
Ms. Heels- Oh, well yes that's right, I suppose, yes its not Bach's.

Only a touch awkward.

And with the whole Sub thing it goes kinda like this-
Me- Miss..um whats your name? oh Miss H...I don't really understand my work. Can you help me?
Ms.H- Um let me see...no I'm sorry I cant help you.
Me- Oh..um okay.

And then you watch, because their face says it all.

So this boy Ive know since 1st, Ryan came to my school this year. I don't know if you already know this so yeah. He started out by asking Isadora on a date, no. Then he got together with Phylis. Their both short so it worked. They were dating up until a few days ago when Phylis turned on him, like she does everyone! He posted some things on Facebook, words that-we-will-say-we-are-going-to-regret-but-the-truth-is-we-are-in-8th-grade-so-we-won't-remember-them were said. And then lunch on Friday came along. You know all the good stuff happens at lunch, I know all the good stuff happens at lunch and well know everyone else knows the good stuff happens at lunch.

Ryan decided to sit at our table today, shocker and all of Phylis's friends were being rude, yelling over things. My favorite was "Be a man! What? You can't sit over here?" then they would take a sip from their juice boxes. No joke.

Hannie sits over with those people too and you should have seen her. It was like a little kid was set loose from its leash that looks like a stuffed animal so it doesn't look as cruel, in a candy store. Only this kid had been living off spinach in the desert and was raised by non sugar eating wolves or something. She was so into this drama thing, you have no idea. I mean she usually hangs out with me and I never show emotion in school and drama stops a yard away from my nose (it extends that farthest of anything on my body, sans my boobs.) She was doing all the dirty work, relaying messages and eating all the sugar coated things she could find.

Isadora's coming home with me on Wednesday and then coming to school with me on Thursday. Her dads out of town, visiting home and her mom can't get her or something. Its gonna be fun. She will be here for my sister's party too, on Saturday.

We went to the Magnet High School fair this weekend. It was crazy, I got a brochure form every school. We are allowed to apply to three, but I only have two in mind. I cant seem to pick a third. The other two are focused on the arts or college prep. It seems that all the other magnet schools are career and technical academies, and that isn't what interests me. I'll keep you posted.

Oh! I started on this art project, just for me, not a class. I'm drawing a male form and a female form for each of my friends. And then I'm going to have a box that shows the bones like a real X-ray would and another X0 ray type box that has that friends favorite things in it. It should look cool, I will probably give it to them for Christmas. Ill post pictures if I can.

I also said I would put the T-shirt links, which I will do tomorrow, because I don't have a music lesson like usual.

Happy one week till Halloween!

October 21, 2010

I just finished and will continue to read about the Columbine High School massacre. Its not a happy subject, by any means, but I'm oddly interested. Just like I was interested in Charles Manson and the Family last year. Sometimes I feel guilty, being so interested by these gory, sick topics. I shouldn't be, what middle schooler is? But it isn't the gore, the killing that gets me. Its the killers. I am fascinated by Hitler, Charles Manson, Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. Its just that they always have a story, one that's twisted and evil, but good in parts. Not every ones all bad.

Which is one of the only reasons I can stand the Hate List. It does not portray the killer, Nick Levil, as a completely evil person. You see his good side, his funny, charming, not murderer side in the memories of his girl friend. I know that come two weeks from today, when we are discussing the book in book club, I will be the only one who doesn't look at him like a monster. Even though he kind of is one. I think, maybe, the author is trying to get the reader to like him, just a little. Because how I see it, he was a victim too. And that is totally disagreeing with, well, everyone. But that's what I think.

My English teacher was absent today so we had this stuck up blond substitute. She was wearing pin striped trousers (God, I hate people who say trousers) and a button down lavender dress shirt, that was tucked in. And she was a pretty girl, really young too. Still in college, she said. Why is trying to age so fast? Then again I really shouldn't be talking because I'm a 'prude' according to my mother. But she also says she wished she had a sane boy. She is now complaining that my reader will think she is terrible. So fine *sigh* she didn't say anything mean, except this one time she told me I had no heart.

Shane talks in a really loud voice, all the time. Its like he missed the part in first grade where we all learned manners and the difference between inside voices and outside voices. Some things don't need to be screamed. Take singing the song, Show me your Genitals. That is a mistake, you know it wouldn't even help if that was in an inside voice. Today Shane pulls out his phone and says "Look at my phone!" Everyone turned towards the sub, and when he realized this he said, in an equally loud voice, "Which is off, please see me off of school campus to look at my new wall paper!"

Specs brought in a jumbo cupcake today. I was kinda surprised that it was almost intact. Usually she swings the bag she has them in around as she tells me she brought me a treat. Its like stop it! Like when people shack gifts, like stop! You were planning to use that right?

But then the weird thing is she didn't really offer me or Isadora any, after she told us she was sharing it with us. Okay, she had this slumber party this summer, where it was suppose to be spa themed. I could see 5 baskets of spa stuff, all different colors and she didn't end up giving us them! Like what is she doing with 5 pumas stones? Ive probably said this before, but geez, it gets me. Or, another example, she waits for us to walk to lunch with her and then when we start walking she races ahead!

You won't believe what I read in the Hate List. I want you to wait for this... a big build up...drum roll please....

Jessica Campbell's house smelled like vanilla. It was sparkly clean , just like the minivan her mom drove us home in, and the colors in it reminded me of commercials. We sat at the kitchen table eating soft pretzels that her mom handmade in anticipation to our coming home from school. She served them up on an oval platter, the Lords Prayer hand painted on it. Meghan and McKenzie were studying a magazine article on hair styles. We finished eating we moved upstairs to Jessica's bedroom where she turned on some song I didn't know. The four of them got up and danced, talking over the music and making squealing noises. Jessica's mom announced, smile pasted on over her perfect teeth, that dinner was ready and we headed down stairs to find homemade pizza on the counter. Three kinds. The crust was perfect, the veggies were perfect, the meat was perfect, to perfect to eat.

Realize that I cut and didn't copy it completely correctly. But I gave you her words.

Let me start off by saying Meghan, McKenzie? God, now that's perfect. The popular girls names are perfectly misspelled. Perfectly cheerleader. And whats with the perfect mother, perfect food and perfect house? Could they make this popular girl, Jessica, more of a stereotype. The answer? No, no they couldn't. Because her mom drove a minivan and her house smelled good! Her plates had Lords Prayer painted on them and she always ate lovely food! See if the author wanted to make this story better she would make this character have a not so perfect home life, I don't know a little conflict every once and a while?  And here's my favorite part...the girls squealing like pigs and dancing. Has the author, Jennifer Brown, never been to an actual slumber party? Does she believe girls do that kind of crap? Because we don't. Dancing and jumping out of no where...Jesus. I feel degraded by this chapter.

Me and Isadora have this one inside joke, among countless others, that sticks out the most. Its about the company Kroger. You know Kroger, you drink Kroger, you eat Kroger. And why is this funny you ask? Ill tell you person on the Internet, probably procrastination (that's why I'm here) because our parents very rarely buy brand name things. They do, but my mom mostly shops at organic only stores and her mom is always looking for sales. So whenever we have a non brand name thing or say a store brand name item we always say 'It isn't even Kroger!' There is no brand name lower then Kroger in our eyes. Its the cheapest of the brand names. So today she had a chewy bar that simply said in blue letters, Great Value! Which defiantly deserved an 'It's not even Kroger.'

Why do people feel the need to over share with me? I have a wedgie, I feel so gross, I'm on my period, my boobs hurt. Do I look like someone who cares? Its like thanks, I wanted to know that. I mean boys don't do that, why do girls? We certainty don't jump on beds like monkeys to Justin Timberlake (referenced in the novel as Jessica's fav!)

There's this one table in science that is full of cheerleaders. Like that is literally the only people who sit there. 3/4ths of them are blond and all of them have their green jackets on all the time. We had to play this jeopardy game to study for our quarter exam today and they all had to go up to read and answer a question.they were all really quiet so Shane yelled, or to him I suppose talked reasonably, "Why can't I hear you?Aren't you all cheerleaders? You should best be working on that?!" And it got even worse because they were so confused by the question their faces all took on this one manicured eyebrow up, mouth puckered look. "Look how confused they are!"

Have I told you that? That I can tell how a person is feeling from their eyebrows. Whether there done or not, if they haven't been done in a while. Its  all there, you just have to look. I'm telling you and I only lie on Thursdays. Oh wait...Didn't you hate it when teachers did that, like 'She doesn't bite, only on insert day it is here!

Book club was today. It was only me, Specs and Hilary. Rather sad really. We talked about the Great Gatsby and Specs was totally inappropriate and I admitted that I only called Hilary Smart One last year  because I didn't know her name. She gave me a dirty look. Oh and I pretended to have a phone call, to seem cool. That is the story of my life, pretending to look cool. I almost just typed 'And it works!' But that would be more pretending.

I'm excited I'm saving up for some T shirts that I think are funny. I will post links tomorrow!

xoxo.

Be honest you were a little disappointed by the 'xoxo.' Yeah you were.

October 20, 2010

Rained today. Hard. Lightning, thunder, the whole works. My mom says I was a dog in another life, that's why I'm so afraid of it. Its not even the rain I'm afraid of, its the side effects. Or are thunder and lighting the disease and rain is a side affect? But I mean you can have rain with out those two, and you can have lighting and thunder without rain.

This girl (who likes good movies, she complemented my Star Wars shirt so I complemented her Rocky Horror Picture Show) actually asked someone to fix the lightning.

We had to take one test today and fill in two scan trons (the little bubbling sheets, for those of you who haven't spent a day in any school anywhere for the past few years.) It was okay, I mean I skipped two questions and ended up just putting C. Because when you don't know which answer is right, always go for C.

The art teacher, I had him in 6th and he said he would boost me from beginning straight to advanced but I ended up taking Chamber instead, came in and watched us while Ms.Bumpy Head went to the ladies room. He drew a giant triangle on the board and labeled the sides, 4, 3 and x. The he asked us to find x. Some people called out the right answer, which was funny. But then he drew an arrow to the x  and said there it is! I should have seen that coming. When he tried to erase it the ink wouldn't come of the white board,"Oh no! It isn't coming off! Geez, whats wrong with this board...okay it was Jose's fault. Agreed?"

Then in homeroom we had this sub that wrote her rules on the board and then all the consequences. She even told everyone to have something on their desk. It was like, just look like you're busy. Or at least that's how I heard it.

I played with Bernie's hair, because she asked me too and then because she had "knots" or "nots" or something I rubbed her shoulders. At one point we heard Ariel, her creepy mini me and some other girls talking about decorating the door. Another girl came up and asked if she could work on it. Ariel told her next week. Bernie turned to me and explained that they would end up working on the door tomorrow and Ariel only told the girl that because by next week she will have forgotten she wanted to in the first place.

Oh! Important- THE AID WAS HERE! In all her creepy glory, she watched over us and twitched, which I think was her way of showing emotion or something, it just looked like a twitch to me.

Me and Isadora got into this whole big discussion about Phineas and Ferb today on the bus. We were retelling episodes and funny parts and then we both couldn't remember the Fire Side girl's, the main one's, name. Blank. I tried to yell out to the bus, asking, but Isadora covered my mouth and whispered, "No, we are 8th graders, so no,"
In our attempt to figure out her name, we started listing the characters names-

Me- Ferb
Isadora- Phineas
Me- Candace
Isadora- Stacy, Jeremy
Me-Buford
Isadora- San...Dang it I forgot another one!
Me- San? What?
Isadora- The little Indian kid
Me- Balgic
She couldn't even hold her self up she was laughing so hard,"Oh....I thought...it was....Saanjh...because..."
Me- You are so racist! That's like calling all Chinese people Lee Lee
Isadora- There's only one Lee
Me- Not if its there last name too.

We had to watch this special school news in homeroom. Minion one, the leprechaun, was talking about goals. Our school theme this year is Rock N' Roll. We all had to write our goals on little records, remember? Well today Ms.Leprechaun was sitting right by one. Acting all cool, as she turned it on. Mr.Nose must have brought it in from home.

Book Club tomorrow, on the Great Gatsby, finally. Its going to be small because only me, Hilary, Bernie, Specs and Mr.Mac can come. And maybe Philis. And only half of us read the book. I'm just hoping Mr.Mac doesn't forget to bring the snack. He was all, I could bring candy. I just bought a lot for my classes. I told him it was against the new safety rules, no candy (NJHS wasn't allowed to sell it.) He told me certain rules didn't apply to him. My creeper meter went off so I left. Just like yesterday when I asked my old history teacher if I could help him by grading papers, as community service, and he told me 'I'm sure we will find something for you to do' Ugh.

Something weird with the color azul happened today at lunch, but its really hard to remember what happens at lunch, ever. There's something in the water. I swear.

I have to go read the Hate List- its really crummy. I do not recommend it. Its like all the different cliches you can think off tossed in with some 'ands' and some 'thes' and called a novel. That sounded like something FacebookFanPageGirl would say. Who am I!?

October 19, 2010

I have to do a lot of exercises at the beginning of every PE class. Leg lifts. Jumping Jacks. Sit ups. Push ups. Arm circles, backwards and forwards. Stretches of all sorts, leg, arm, whatever else you can stretch. I was making my little sister try these while I finished dinner, starting with Jumping Jacks (is Jack the name of the idiot you invented these?) She couldn't even do 5, her legs were tired from ice skating or whatever excuse she made up (what I can't hear you, its to dark in here!) Then we tried arm circles, fail, leg lifts, almost succeed, push ups, definite fail. She leaned into me catching her breath and said you have bean on your chin! all happy that she didn't and I did. So I told her there was dignity all over the floor.

NJHS today. It was funny, really. Shane sat in front of this boy named DeShawn and they absolutely hate each other.

DeShawn- We could sell blankets, like home gifts for fundraising.
Shane- Or we could sell you
Ariel- We wouldn't get that much money
Someone faceless- We could do those things where like they sell people!
Ariel- You mean like slavery...!
DeShawn- She means like those things, like selling people for dates for fundraising
Teacher- Like a bachelor auction...no.

Ring tone-duh dah de de de your love is my drug
Shane- OOO that's me!.....Hello?
Everyone- ahahaha
Shane- Sorry I'm gonna have to call you back. I'm in a meeting
Now that was funny

DeShawn- You know what! It wasn't a question really We should sell corsages, for those people that forget at semi formal
Shane- Yeah I guess, but how would we keep them fresh, we would have to use fake
DeShawn- I ain't giving my date a fake flower
Shane- Oh! You have many dates?
DeShawn- More than you!
Shane- That's because I don't always lower my standards

Me, under my breath, I don't like to be heard at these things- We should sell lolly pops or candy rings and send them out like candy grams
Jim- Yeah, my favorite part of my day is getting my candy grams, I love those.
Me- Very funny
Jim- Lie of the day

I was sitting right in front of the teachers laptop, turned to a PowerPoint on Canada and the USA. A few minutes into the meeting it fell asleep, and it was set to the screen saver of bouncing bubbles. That was how most of my attention was used, staring at the bubbles.

Jim- Look they change color when they touch each other!
Me- Oh no, they're all trapped in one corner!
Some girl behind us- Look bubbles!

So I wasn't alone.

The same teacher is my World Geo teacher. As you already know, we are learning about Canada and the USA, at the moment. Today we were on the slide talking about religion. Everyone had questions.

Mine was what was Scientology. Which wasn't even on the power point. I just wanted to know.

Whats an agnostic- A person who believes in a higher power, but doesn't know which one exactly

Whats an atheist, is that the people who believe there is a god, but don't know the deats-  No, that's agnostic, atheists don't believe in anything.

Whats the one where the people don't believe in God?- Atheist!

The teacher was rather frustrated I think.

This girl next to me, Angelica, was asking me questions.
Her- Wait so atheists don't worship anything?
Me- No, that would defeat the purpose of being an atheist
Her- They don't go somewhere, like a church?
Me- No, again that would de-
Her- Hold on, they don't have a book?
Me- No.
Her- They don't have a book. Everyone has a book!
Me- Not atheists.
Her- Wait, they don't worship anything?
Me- ....

 The boys got scared of the office door opening in the breeze. It would creak open then slam shut. "Can we lock that please?"

Cardigan boy had Gold Fish (the snack that smiles back) and was teasing Specs with them. "You want one?"

Her- No
Him- What? You don't like seafood?

Oh and my math teacher doesn't know my name. Debbie, Georgina, Linda, Max, insert name here.

I also found out my Geo teacher was the only black kid at her elementary school. When she said this someone in the back sang, Everybody Haaates Chris!

575757 (A concentrated man and someone trying to bug him, concentrated man, buging guy)

October 18, 2010

Lunch room 11:20

Isadora is missing, she's probably sitting with Jordan for the moment, though her backpack is in its normal space, they don't ever eat at his table, so she feels awkward with her daily feasts. I start to reach into her backpack for her water, I looked back to see if she was still on the other side of the cafe (the poorly lighted side, where the 'cool' kids sit.) As I was looking back I saw her looking at me half way across the cafeteria, looking at me, like why are you in my backpack. My hand was unzipping it and she looked shocked and then we both burst into laughter, from different sides of the room, I'm sure it looked funny, considering that no one else could tell what we were laughing at.

When she got over to the table she started piling all the food on the it. See that's what we do, everyone, or really me, her, Tia, and Specs put our food in the middle of the table and then we all share. I like the system personally. Not that I bring anything other then raw almonds and a mozzarella , tomato samich. I'm more of a taker then a giver, when it comes to this.

Isadora has these cookies. the white Oreo's (who even likes those?) and she starts doing this thing with her hand, this waving thing directed at someone or something. This means she is going to say something really important...to her. "Oh! You won't believe this so my sister pulls out a cookie, sticks half of it in the milk and then puts it back in the container! What! So then my mom, in the morning, put it in my lunch! Who picks up a half mushy cookie and puts it in a lunch? My mom, that's who!"

It was an eventful lunch, in the middle this boy, Tom, comes over to our table. Wait I have to give you the whole story.....

So there's this boy, Peter (he is just like Peter Griffin, only he is a genius!) and he's really smart, though he doesn't do his homework, he is apparently bi because he is supposed to like this other super genius Albert. So Jordan told Isadora that he liked me, and then a bunch of people kept coming up to me telling me 'Peter likes you!' One of those people was this really funny violin player, Victor (he once went up to Ms.Heels and told her that his G string was loose.) I told him that no I didn't like him back and that he had never even talked to me, how can you have a crush on someone you don't even know. I suppose its a compliment really, because most people don't like me till they find out I have an okay personality. Who am I kidding? I'm awesome, with out me its just aweso.

Victor told me I must be like his Justin Beiber and that he only knew that he liked me because Peter posted it on My Space, but I don't believe him.  This kid walks up to me today at lunch, Tom, and says something along the lines of, "Hey are you O?"

Me- "Yeah, I am"
Tom- "So you know Peter likes you? Will you go out with him?"
Me- "Wait did he send you over here?"
Tom- "Yeah, yes or no?"
Me- "No"

That's the second time I have ever been asked out. The first time was in the 6th grade, It was this bushy haired 8th grader, and it was totally a dare from his friends. I was so shocked I just said, "WHAT?" Really loud. Then he was like, "If that's how you wanna be?" So yeah number one was a dare, number two was fourth grade style. I am on a roll.

Math test scores-
Unit 1- 95%
Unit 2- 95%
Unit 3- 100%
Unit 4- not sure yet, but I think its gonna be terrible! I finished it today, but I don't think I did well!

So yeah, I'm proud of myself. I'm the only one though. I'm an straight A student, have been all my years of schooling. A have a frickin golden apple. So people just expect it now. I don't get money or a place on the refrigerator, not even a pat on the back. :(

We have to do this essay in English, for the quarter exam, well half of the quarter exam. Its on a really boring topic, why are violent video games bad for children. But to be honest its pretty hard for me, I don't play video games. When I was having random people read my constructive responses and telling me which was better, Shane said that one of them was annoying, clearly I picked the other one to turn in. And I learned he was mean. Not really to me, but everyone. He just is. Even if he is funny (Do you see what the rain is doing to my hair? That's why I look like this.)

You know what I hate? People who think they are worthy of a one name thing. Like Madonna, Fergie, Lindsey, Miley, Brittany, Michael.

I just realized how fast things go by. Miley Cyrus pole dancing at the teen choice awards last year, Michael Jackson dieing, and soon Lindsay Lohan getting arrested.

I'm trying to hold on to that beginning of the year feeling, its starting to wear off though.

So we were learning's about the USA and Canada today in World Geo. We made this flip book sorta thing. The first page was population and I found out that the infant mortality rate is 6 to 1000. My teacher said that this was really good compared to other country's. She said there were country's that wouldn't let women go to school and forbid them from showing there private parts to a male who wasn't their husband, so if they had trouble there was no one to turn to. That made me sad.

Then I found out there are 1.2 million HIV positive people in the USA and a whole bunch of us all together. "Thank you teen mothers"- some kid next to me with naturally bleach blond hair.

In PE we had to answer all these questions and the best player, a girl named Raven, kept answering. "Says the black girl"- Raven

You know what I need? A theme song for everything I do. Yeah, that's all. I'm walking and its like duh- da -duh- da.

I could  get into that.

The morning bus didn't show, apparently it only went to the first stop. My little sister, 9, was home alone and she was only supposed to be there for 5 minutes while the bus picked me up, but it was really late, the time when she is supposed to be getting up. My mom left me on the curb and went home. But when she went everyone else went to and it was just me, this girl who walked and this boy who went to high school with her in his dads car. I got a ride with them and thankfully they dropped me off first at the middle school, so I wouldn't have to be alone with his only Spanish speaking dad. It was scary, no one talked.

Later I fond out that Jordan asked Isadora where I was and she replied in her moms car talking like every morning. And then he said, but she's right there. So yeah everything was messed up.

I'm reading the Hate List for book club, Bernie's pick...ugh. Its all about a school shooting and what not. Depressing and the author uses the word 'grip' every four paragraphs. So I need to go enjoy it! PBPBPB (hump back, chesty fat women, hump back, chesty fat women)

October 15, 2010

No, stop hugging him! You never know what you might squeeze out. - Science teacher

So I was walking into orchestra on Friday and we have these long wooden instrument case holders along the walls. Each student makes a name tag and then you know which one is yours. The name tags aren't alphabetical, they're by class, and you know what I saw? Two name tags right by each other both saying Priscilla on them. Can you believe that? Two violin players, in the same orchestra class, at the same school, both of them named Priscilla! Isn't that funny! Sorry for the big build up, but seriously what a coincidence. Freaked me out.

The math test was really hard, in fact I have 8 or 9 questions left that I have 10 minutes to finish on Monday. Everyone around me seemed to be going really fast and I just didn't understand, I kept getting stuck. And I studied. I did. Me and my mom got this little white board and she would write me equations and then she would check them. I kept getting decimals and fractions you know? Like 7 divided by 13. And I know I can do it but that just doesn't seem right.


I couldn't concentrate in English, either. We were supposed to write a constructive response comparing and contrasting a character from Macbeth with another character, another play, a historical figure. I didn't have anyone to compare anyone to. So I got nothing done and it didn't help that Bernie's bus got in late, so she walked in really excited that she was late, yelling about some fat boy that was at the bus stop. I did that no emotion thing that I have near perfection, where I just nod and stuff. But I think she's learning, because when she tries to joke about it again later, I don't treat it like and inside joke. That's the one thing Bernie loves more than anything, inside jokes.

I think it makes her feel special or something, and don't get me wrong I couldn't agree more. I like having things that are just mine. Secrets and jokes and as you know, novels and movies. I like that, too. Who doesn't? Who doesn't want something that they don't have to share, that makes them feel like they are the only ones who will ever get to enjoy it?

So there's this girl, lets call her Emma. She's in the 7h grade, really short, choppy straight across bangs in an almost copper color hair. She's funny, and not ha ha, but strange. She's shy, incredibly. So when ever we have a play test in orchestra she always gets really nervous. She doing this contest this weekend, she has to play in front a lot of people and to practice she played in front of the class. After words she wrote me a really strange note, Put flowers on my grave, for I am going to die of embarrassment or something. I responded saying something nice like your going to do fine or whatever. And she kept writing back, I was trying to read and she just kept putting herself down, waiting for me to compliment her. See that's what I get for being nice.

And then later you know what she does? Here-

I'm walking back to my chair and my violins on the ground face down, my bows a few feet behind it and my stand is all wrong. I turned to Emma and asked her if she knocked it down. This is what she said (wait, before you go on imagine her with her bangs and her chunky sweater, a foot shorter then me, speaking in a nervous, chucking voice) ...

"Me? No, no. I just got here! I was over there. I just got here. I wouldn't do that. I'm only laughing because your face, Its just so funny. That's all. I was over there really. Not me!"

Mind you I didn't say one word the whole time. It was actually really funny. Like I was trying to prevent myself from laughing.

Early morning on the bus to school. Tia's was fun! I'll let you know about it later!

Tomatoes cooking on the sidewalk on a hot December day....

October 14, 2010

Ohhh, look what I can do!!!!

So I read in Glamour that cargo pants are in this season, of course they are skinny cargo's, but at least they aren't skinny jeans. And then when I walked into orchestra today my teacher was wearing them! It was so creepy. Then I started to wonder if she read Glamour. If she read any magazines. Did she read anything. Does she know how to read. Does she have to ask the guy behind the counter to read of the specials, and then he's like oh they're right there and she has to say, no I can't read. And then it got weird so I shut the little curious man in my head off. You know he's dressed like a cartoon character of me. Kidding, Disney already took that. He's dressed like the Joker.

I'm not subscribed to Glamour. I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me. I just pick it up when I'm at stores that sell it, which isn't often because my mom doesn't shop at Target, Walmart, Von's, Smith's or anything like that. But I do find very interesting things in it. Like a good blow dryer is worth it, green eye shadow is a must and third nipples aren't that abnormal.

My science project was awesome! I was really worried about having to make an electromagnetic spectrum, with an example/classification of my own, but I did it and this is what I learned.

Bernie needs to be doing something at all times.
Spec's is still a cheater (doesn't really belong on list, we already knew that didn't we?)
Some peoples voices are simply annoying.
A and W Creme Soda has 29 mg of caffeine.
Athletes are crazy.

So yeah. Successful.

I remember in the 3rd grade I collected pencils, and in the 1st I collected rocks, until my mom put them outside. In the 5th I collected glass bottles and now I'm going to collect those fortune cookie slips. How cool would it be to just like frame a whole bunch of those. I know!

God, didn't you hate it when you were watching Saturday morning cartoons, only the only thing on was Dora and her weird half cousin, Diego who she secretly loves! Yeah me too! And they did this weird thing where they would ask the watcher a question, do you remember? I know! And then they would pause, and respond to your answer, as if they understood what you said, creepy right? I think so too!

So I would always say something really random or messed up and then listen to their response.

Whats your favorite activity? Drinking at an illegal age. I love that too!

Well,well Dora and her messed up love life with her half brother/cousin! Aren't you feisty!

And have you seen grown up Dora? With her long hair and boobs or whatever. Ugh, so ugh. But they still play the baby ones so I get confused.

On a serious note :)- So a few days ago this friend who I really dislike, Phylis tells this other girl that I don't like her and called her fat and ugly. So this other girl texts me-

Insert unimportant name here- If you didn't want to be my friend you could have just told me.
Me- What?
IUNH- Phylis told me you called me fat and pathetic
Me thinking- I would call you something much more intelligent
Me typing- I would never do that!
Her- She said you did
Me- I didn't do you know who this is?
Me thinking- Honestly do you have the wrong number?
Her- Sorry O, I just get so self conscience.. I know you didn't do it now.
Me- Don't be self conscience. See you tomorrow! Don't believe her!


So I talked to Phylis she said she got confused and messed up. Fine.

Then yesterday Specs texts me, Hilary and Isadora saying 'You guys are great friends except you call me fat and ugly behind my back' I got it way late, today so usually I would consider it a dead text and drop it, but I responded to this one.
Me- What?!
Her- Oh I already talked to Isadora and I know you didn't say that
Me- Why would you think I said that?
Her- Phylis told me you guys did and I said that I knew you didn't and she said she wasn't lying.
Me- I would never say that!
Her- I know

So what I don't understand is why Phylis would do that. What does she get out of lying like that? She wasn't here today, but she probably will be tomorrow and she should be at Hilary's party, so should be interesting.

I'll keep you posted..(I would type xoxo but I think we should start something new like UYUY. Its someone who broke their back and someone who has their hands in the air like they just don't care. Inside joke...)

October 13, 2010

I bet you thought Specs kidnapped me? You did...

PrePost- We were sitting in orchestra and my stand partner who wasn't even sharing my stand said look Perry Platypus is on my socks. And I got really, really excited. "Really?" And then she said,"No, there just the same color as him," And I got really sad.

My math teacher has no idea how to talk to middle schoolers. You would think that after years of teaching she would understand what makes us giggle. She's that same one who told us that her and another teacher were "partners." Well today she told us that we should take advantage of her on Tuesdays. She gives math help and we need to take advantage of her!

It was a free dress day and you were encouraged to dress up as what you wanted to be when you grew up. I was lame and wore fake glasses and my Star Wars shirt and said that I was a script writer. I mean clearly I was a script writer, you don't see it? Bernie was a psychoanalysts. There was this one girl who wore a white t-shirt and the collar was covered with dripping blood. She said she wanted to be a serial killer when she grew up. Bernie was going to need to talk to her.

The sub in orchestra was really funny. She wore this old lady pant suit thing, in a brick color. She didn't want us to call her Ms., no she wanted us to call her Mrs. She had been married for 26 years. Lived in Dallas, oh and she only ever substituted for orchestra. The only funny thing she did was go over to the second violins and say,"Hey you wanna know a secret? A nice, wonderful secret? You'll be better if you practice!" It was so mean! She was like this small, wrinkled woman and she totally told them off!

And she kept saying things that would make a normal 8th grader laugh, just like my math teacher. Why don't they understand! So one of the cello's was choking she was laughing so hard at all the could be taken the wrong way things she said.

See my sister is really different from me. I freak out over school work, I like to get it don't when it needs to be done, no, before it needs to be done. She likes to wait till the last minute and she gets good grades but I would never be able to do that. You know what I considered today? Writing an essay on an athlete for PE, just in case I was ever absent (they make you write an essay when you miss class). I thought it would be nice not to have to do it! Then I thought what if I'm never absent?

Like that one time the teacher told me to spit out my gum. I didn't have any but I was too nervous to tell her I didn't, so I went over to the trash can and pretended to spit something out. 

 Korola was angry today. Her type of angry, which is barley at all mad. Its like she doesn't have enough emotions or something. Like there's a O bite and an Isadora bite. Isadora's is more then half of the thing your offering her and I nibble. So you must clarify what kind of bite or sip you want anyone to take, "Hold up, an O sip!" Really its a thing at our lunch table!

Anyway back to Korola, she was 'angry' because this girl comes in everyday and says to her, "What's you nombre, Korola?" She was angry over the fact that someone was asking her what her name was and then stating her name! I don't understand it, I would have laughed because stupid people are funny. Simple.

PE was hilarious! There is this girl, Mikaela, who goes to my school and is in my gym class. Everyone calls her Mikey and well to be honest I think she looks more like a boy than a girl. In fact most people refer to her as a guy and think she is one. Mikey isn't just one of those more manly girls, people honestly are confused.

So in gym we were split into boys and girls, which were then split into 2 groups of girls and 2 groups of boys. We rotated on one basketball court 1 boy team against 1 girl team. So Mikey was on our team. But she was totally tricking all of the guys, them thinking she was on theirs. "Pass it here Tim! Over here!" And then they would, again and again. And she would take it and get us a point. "Hey man that's the wrong hoo- oh!" And once one of them learned the others still had to, "Julian, here! I'm open!"
"No man don't- I'm out of this round. These idiots as team mates."

So I think we found our secret weapon.

To make up for my missed blog I will be giving you a play by play of the sleepover on Saturday at Hilary's house! Hope its funny..

One last thing- How do you see me? Because when I read novels and stories I always imagine the characters wrong. Do you see me as a blond? A red head? Brunette? Do I have acne or am I overweight? Am I pretty? I won't spoil it for you because I hate when authors get too descriptive and suddenly my perfect character image is ruined!

I hope I'm pretty.

October 11, 2010

In my 6th period the teacher was trying to think of the two kids she called tonsil boy and tonsil girl. "I have them both and I'm always having to tear them apart, geez whats their names? Tonsil boy and tonsil girl..." Someone yells "Lola and her boyfriend?" To which the teacher's little light bulb went off, "That's tonsil girl!" So great my friend is known as tonsil girl! See now I cant wait to see her and call her that...

Science was really just talking to be honest. At some point we actually discussed the homework assignment, to create are own electromagnetic spectrum and put a drawing or representation or our own classifications on the side. So like different nails and screws or animals. But she warned us to not use people because that could get offensive. But what about stick people some one asked? Well I guess no one can say "clearly that stick person is black!"

This boy at my table was trying to decide what animals he would use for his spectrum, he wanted to do smallest to largest. "The blue whale is the largest, but whats the smallest critter that we can see?" After a minute he decided this was a rabbit. Shane then turned to him in his usual unusually loud voice,"Have you seen Flemish Giant, man? Those things are huge, bigger then you!" And then proud of himself he turned and smiled at the teacher as if to say, see that fact there, yeah that was mine.

You know those friends that you are really close to in 5th grade and then maybe in 6th, but your moved across the classroom in the only period you have with them, you stop talking and texting and then you can't even remember how to pronounce their last name? Yeah you know. Well I have one of those and it wasn't like we fought or she changed or anything, we just stopped talking because we didn't have a class together. For the first time since 6th we have the same class, orchestra. She was walking through the aisles and I was reaching across it to get a nut from my friend. She seemed to think I was waving and said hello and looked really happy and surprised. It was nice, but then I didn't know what to do with my hand and the freshly acquired almond.

Pet Peeve of the Day- Painting your nails yellow. It looks like that colors just natural and its wrong. I want to take their hand and scrap off the paint. Only thing worse is painting your toe nails that icky teeth mixed with highlighter color.

Why are boob sizes a big deal? Why do we talk about them and compare them? Why do we giggle and whisper and point about them? And why do we compare them to fruit? Your a grapefruit. Look at those melons. Oranges! Why aren't we more original like...hey. She has some Jupiter's. Aw poor her, she got stuck with Pluto's. See that would be funny.

So remember how my mom butchered my bangs a few weeks back? My stand partner had some jacked up bangs today. I complimented her on the haircut as did all her friends, but you know it was a home hair cut. Or a beginner from a hair salon, but more likely a home hair cut. Don't ruin my fun.

Hannie had a massive pimple on the indent of the lips. It might have been a cold sore, but that doesn't matter because it was huge! She had her lips pressed so I didn't see it till after I drank from her water bottle. God I feel violated. Then she was like,"Is it noticeable?"
Me-"Is what noticeable- Oh God!"
Her- "The pimple?"
Me-"N-n-n-o, what pimple?"

Then I found out she was recently lactose intolerant. Just add it to the list of problems with her that she diagnoses her self. But her moms a nurse, so she knows what she's talking about, for real!

So the cheer squad is having a fundraiser thingy at the Cici's Pizza right near my house. Me and Isadora and my cousin are going. He flew in today to work for my mom for the week. He probably won't leave in one piece so I thought cheap pizza and cheerleaders would be a nice goodbye gift. Its going to be fun! Surrounded by happy cheerleaders but I get to show my cousin off because no one has met him, not even Isadora. He lives in Arizona.

The cheerleaders sell chocolate and they get most of their money from selling at school, the coach does too. They aren't suppose to but they do and you wont believe what the captain did. her names Kenzie (of course it is, because when she was born her parents practically preordered her pom-poms and homecoming queen dress to go with the name, too bad that's where she will peak, homecoming queen.) She told on everyone even the teacher, to the principle. And what was the lazy principal suppose to do except finish the dark almond she had half way finished and hide the crunch and caramel for later and stop the selling. But it hurts the whole team when they don't make money. So why she told is a mystery. Oh wait her names Kenzie what did you expect?

Ever noticed that Katherine Heigl movies all have to do with her relaxing and learning to have fun? Is that just me? It's like you wanna watch that Heigl movie were she learns to relax? Be more descriptive!

I'm trying to think of all the funny things that happened at Ren Fair and now I realize why I'm failing to think of any. Because other then the women hobbling along dragging her little girl nothing happened. And furthermore nothing happened because Bernie couldn't come. She makes everything so much more fun. So I will tell you a story from last year, when she did come...

Bernie- "He is so cute!"
Me- "I dare you to go say Hi!"
Lola- "I dare you to go say Hi and then I think your really cute!"
And Bernie being Bernie she went and did it-
Bernie- "Your really hot." Then she starts walking away which is when it gets freaky, the boy calls out, "Bernie!"
Me- "Wait you know him?"
Bernie- "No, I don't think so- oh hey that was mt 4th and 5th grade crush! He got even cuter!"

It was weird and funny and very Bernie. Like if we were on Disney someone would have yelled, "THAT'S SO BERNIE!" And theme music would start, duh duh du nu nu!

After this years festival I texted her -We missed you. Maybe you can go next year, if I still know you.

She yelled at me the next day for making her feel bad and not knowing me and high school and stuff. 

 
My mom is yelling at me for writing to much but before I go... who can't wait to see what happens when I call Lola Tonsil Girl and trip Bernie and then yell "THAT'S SO BERNIE!" I know I can't...

October 7,8,9,10, 2010

My weekend was busy again but then again it was 3 days long so who wouldn't plan something. So my Friday this week was actually a Thursday. Which was nice.

Specs has turned stalker. I mean she steals my Halloween Costume, the high school I want to go to and now she listens to my conversations to find out my plans."Oh your going on Saturday?Yeah I was thinking of going then too. Noon? Me too..." Shes turning into one of those people that you see everywhere when your with other friends, just hanging out and there she is like,"Oh! Hey this is so weird who would think that I would see you on this rock in the middle of the desert. Geez, what a coincidence!"

When I don't post for days you'll know why...

She annoyed the heck out of me on Thursday. And I don't mean to get boring with her as my only subject for the moment but bare with me, I must vent.

So we are doing this project together with 4 other people in geo. We have to do all this research and a PowerPoint and build a model out of clay. We split into two groups one for the model one for the PowerPoint and then assigned tasks. She has not done one thing. Not one and I am not exaggerating. Everyone else does her work because they need hers to be done for them to finish their own. Its crazy, I look over at one point to check on the other team and wait for it...she is doing....her math homework! No.No. No,no, no, no, no. And talking to Ariel as though she has finished her work when in truth she hasn't started. The project is due Monday and she is in charge of clay, we haven't even started it yet so we really only have an hour to complete that half of the project.

Me and Hilary are staying a few minutes after to finish one of the slides for the PowerPoint. We cant seem to find a usable word for locate. Specs comes over and says "are you going to lunch?"
 
Me- "Yeah we will be one minute..."
Specs-"Oh Ill wait..."
Me- "Its okay. Just go we will be done in two minutes. Go. Seriously."
Her- "No, I'll wait for you guys,"
Hilary- "Specs we just need to finish. Don't waste your lunch time,"
So she sits down and waits. Doing nothing at all for 10 minutes. You won't believe how long it takes to find another word for locate. I could have slapped her and I don't want to seem harsh but I have all of my classes with her, not including orchestra. I see her every second and she never lets me breath. And then when we all get up to go she walks ahead of us, not even talking.

Hilary- "Shes kinda like your own puppy dog."
Me- "No, don't be mean. Its just I don't understand her, how can she expect me to be nice to her when she says mean things to me all the time." Remember when she asked me if I woke up late and that's why my hair looked like that?

Actually I feel bad for her because she doesn't have all the things I have. She may be good in sports and get good grades but she doesn't have good, even decent friends and her family is terrible. Not bad people but they don't listen to her or talk to her like mine do. Korola once asked me why I have to tell my mom everything. And the truth is I want to and its nice t have someone that's on your side, rooting for you even when your playing wrong and getting goals for the opposite team.

So this girl was supposed to bring in cookies for Chamber on Friday. She does but that teacher forgets until after the bell already rang. Is it wrong that I stopped her at lunch and asked if she still had any? What, It wasn't like I wasn't supposed to get one in the first place! Chamber was pretty funny. At one point we were talking, because we hardly play in that class, about teacher's we don't like. The girl behind us, my new 7th grader friend, says that one of the crueler teacher in the school called her little Indian girl. Another boy in the class goes that's so racist, to which she says but I am! Does that make in racist? A little, I don't know I think so though.

Its past my bed time so I'll have to tell you all the crazy things that happened at the Renaissance Fair tomorrow! It was so funny... Mommy's foot fell asleep darling. So now I must hobble along....Made my night!

October 6, 2010

I am a fail. A massive Sharpie F should be placed on my forehead. I can not serve a volleyball. The teacher even pulled me over and made me aim at the wall for 'a little extra practice.' Everyone would move me to the spot right after the server's spot so I didn't have to serve for another half hour. "Hey you want to move over there now? I mean I know you don't like to serve..." Thanks you're all very kind.

And even before that while Specs was picking her team she didn't pick me till after all the good ones were picked. It was like that Hannah Montana episode where Miley was picked last. Spec's kept giving me this pitying look, like sorry you just suck. And then I realized why I recognized the look, I wear it all the time. Is that karma?

PE was actually interesting. The teacher made us sit down at the end of class and said something i thought was meaningful, probably not. "The truth is when your playing baseball and you only fail 60% of the time, and you succeed only 40%, less then half of the time you are considered amazing. When you play basketball and only fail half of the time your one of the greatest players." Deeper meaning other than just because your bad doesn't mean your really bad?

Bernie was gone today in English so I got work done. We had to do this stupid math activity in homeroom, I didn't understand at all. I was so completely lost. It was actually really sad making.

I was told today by someone that they wanted to become a cricket after they died. And then once the cricket died they wanted to become a bird, so that they could eat crickets. Yeah there is no moral to that story, it's just really odd.

So Mr.Mac bailed on book club. He has to meet with his Realtor, he brought a house in August. I went into his room after the bell and asked what snack he was bringing to book club. He just sort of looked at me almost angrily and annoyed. At first I thought it was because everyone kept asking him what he was bringing. Then he told me he had been texting his Realtor all day and they had to sign a ton of papers and he would have to miss. He said he felt bad and I understand he had no say, but still I was disappointed. Then we decided we would keep the dates the same so we aren't going to meet till the 21st. Also a lot of disappointment.

Late bus for the first time today. Definitely nerve racking. I stayed after for NJHS executive board where the teacher was giving us tasks, one of them being decorating this poster board. Executive board meet executive board. That's literally what she said to make us laugh.

I got on the bus after making another girl find it for me and told the guy my stop. He told me I was on the wrong bus to which I pulled out my green slip correcting him. He had never been to my stop before and this girl had to help him find it. I was one of the 3 middle schoolers on the bus and the girl behind me didn't know that definition of mutual and thought only small chap sticks were portable. What? They are all portable.

Must leave you early since I got home so late, like 5:30. Catch you up tomorrow.

October 5, 2010

So many funny things happened today I just cant remember any of them.

I don't think you can describe what it's like to be surrounded by over 50 other kids in a gym while they all scream, 'up one, up two...' Of course different things go through each mind. Some are annoyed, some are angry, some don't care others thrive off of all the energy packed into the room. I however am thinking about how I would describe it to you.  How to portray all the different noises. The shrieks and whistles and thumps of feet and squeaks of shoes. How to tell you that the lights were so bright against the cloudy sky and how they seemed to flinch along with the rest of us, humming and counting our jumping jacks and leg lifts.

Everyone kept telling me today that I was so quiet. Maybe I was just having an off day considering it started with my mandarin orange Dole fruit cup popping in my bag and ruining some papers and my planner. I kept to my self today I suppose. And when your quiet you hear things that you don't usually hear.

You hear the popular girl Katlyn swearing like a sailor. Is that the right term? Sailor, do they swear a lot? She was in her little ballerina flats and those kind of pants, black gauchos that were popular when I was in 4th. I guess she's bringing them back. She uses her hands when she talks, a lot. Waving them around and get this she talks with her knees. She bounces and squats as she speaks to get a point across.

So I gave my speech today in NJHS. It was pretty crumby, yup crumby. But guess what? I won! I am the treasurer for the club and will be for the year. Only no one, excluding my parents, congratulated me. Why you ask with an innocent high pitched voice? I'll tell you why.

Specs was running against multiple people for president, including Ariel. Everyone kept telling her not to be sad if she didn't win. So hint hint everyone knew she had a very slim chance. And its not that she is bad or anything, she just isn't Ariel. She's awkward and nerdy, but she's confident something I have to respect. So she finds out she didn't win or even come in second and she starts to tear up. She is really fair skinned and she's turning bright red. Then she begins to do this weird cry and break down for a second then smile like it was nothing then cry then smile, all in a matter of seconds. I took her to the bathroom and then Mr.Mac's.

I explained to her that Ariel didn't have really good friends or a good home life and sometimes you just have to let her have this. I told her Ariel was popular and that's all. When we got back to the class the teacher took both of us and we went and sat in the quad. She's a mom so she was good at making Specs feel better. At one point though she told me that if she were my mom she wouldn't let me wear short shorts! Not that I was. She also told me I could pass for 16, which I do not believe because sometimes I lie and say I'm 11 so I can order from the kids menu at restaurants.

So no congrats for me but I do have to stay after school again tomorrow for an executive board meeting. I think it will be the first time I will ride the late bus and I'm really nervous.

Also students come in tomorrow for the 1st time in my special homeroom class. I was a tutor but now I'm the president sort of thing so I don't get a student to start with. Should be interesting.

All the admins came into the orchestra room today during chamber and took pictures of the back room and whispered and all that. The back room is where the aid works, but shes been missing for a while again. They took pictures and when we asked why Ms.Heels just said she wasn't suppose to tell us, but she got excited that they had. Something is defiantly up with the aid. Like drugs or something. Maybe?

Oh! I forgot! When we walked into Mr.Mac's room he asked if Specs was laughing or crying! Isn't that terrible? Oh it made it 10 times worse.

Almost the end of the quarter....

October 4, 2010

I kept on forgetting the date today. I think half of my papers are labeled June 26 or something. And it seems that once you  are in 8th grade the teachers stop writing it on the board.

No school on Friday for some reason, who cares. Book club Thursday and NJHS tomorrow. Did you know it took my like 7 years to learn how to spell tomorrow?

Something that is not important- I am really lucky. I was born with decently straight teeth. So half of the people I know and soon my sister has braces. I am just lucky.

Something I don't understand- Music today. It makes me blush, its rude and inappropriate. The sexual like references are so clear! And then when people sing them, no, I just can't listen to it.

We had to do a 35 question online test in English. Well it was homework assigned 2 weeks ago and due this Friday. Bernie was doing it today in class claiming there was no way she was doing it out of school. I did it the first night I knew about it. There are stories that go with each question, short 15 paragraph stories, but she refused to read them. It was insane she probably got more then half wrong. I wanted to correct her too, but that would make me a push over since she kept asking for the correct answers.

We were walking to our 1st period classes and we saw the dean standing there as deans do, in the quad waiting for someone to break a rule. I think he is the nicest administrator but she apparently hates him.
Bernie- God I hate him
Me-Why he isn't that bad?
Bernie- He just gives me the creeps, like not a creeper but he's just not right.
Me- Yes Bernie that makes sense I'm so with you.
Bernie- No really, like he always stops me in the hallway to tell me my clothes don't match. I think he's gay.
Me- That doesn't make him gay that makes him a dean who want to be your friend.
Bernie- Exactly, creepy. Its like we're only allowed to wear 3 colors of course I don't match. What are we stating the obvious,'Youdont match' yeah and your still fat. What game is this?
Me-Bernie!
Bernie- Don't tell me I'm wrong, don't even try.

Specs practically ran out of math today. I don't know why she thinks she's going to be late or miss something before the bell rings, but she does. Its not like Mr.Nose clearly told us that he has walked form every class to another in the 4 minute given, no problem. Anyway, she runs out and leaves her lunch bag and her tote that holds her PE clothing. I cant believe she forgot but I turn to Hannie.
Me- Do you think we should grab it?
Hannie- No
Me- Yes, bad friend. The answer is yes.

So I do and I try to find her, fail and end up giving it to her in 4th. She's flipping out because she couldn't find it and she would just die without her Dr.Pepper. Your a good friend O, you are so nice, I'm going to get you a gift. Nope, none of that. I should have left it.

All of laptops wouldn't work for me in World Geo. There so racist (Jordan.) Hilary and I are doing all the work in the project, but the teacher knows this. They always know.

We had to play an actual volleyball game in gym. It was horrid. Or at least horrible or hideous. One of the H's. At least I served okay. I had these two really scary guys on my team and they would always scream pass it to black guy, only they were both black. So it was like no the other one. One of them wore two different pairs of socks. That clearly makes him a mentally unstable person. Point proven.

I have 2 days to finish the not yet started Great Gatsby. Wish me luck!

Oh wait. This happened at lunch-

Mr.Nose over the microphone- All the people that want to go to the library need to get the pass from Mrs.No Name.

 Isadora- Look at them run. To the library!

Specs- O, do you ever go to the libery?

Me- No, I go to the library.

 

October 1, 2010

Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

My weekend has been pretty crazy. On Saturday we went to Shakespeare in the park, Macbeth. It was loud and uncomfortable but still really fun. We ran into my old math teacher and ended up sitting directly in front of her. She is the youngest teacher I have ever had, at 26 or 27. She wasn't with her husband, but she was with a blond friend and her friends boyfriend. At one point in the show, I'm fairly sure it was the middle of Duncan's killing, I hear them laughing. I look back and they both have there pink and white iPhone out, "Look what he posted on Facebook!" Then after the show I hear them talking.
Blond-"You got home way after us!"
Boyfriend-"Yeah we were already asleep."
Both- "Naughty Ms.Smith, naughty naughty teacher!"

Oooh it was creepy. I love and hate seeing teachers after school, out and about being normal. Its just wrong. I want them to stay in the class room drinking out of chipped mugs and writing lesson plans that will always be done a day late.

Then on Sunday my family and Isadora and her mom went to this art fair. It was packed with 3 types. Moms, old people and kids. Just like farmers markets. It was a lot of fun. We took pictures and listened to her iPod. It  was raining for half of the time we were there. We looked pretty dorky in our hoods, but it was cool. I got a really cool bag and ate my first Connoli. We kept on pointing out things that were wins and fails. We saw this really cool adobe style home, win. We saw this car that's top slid into its trunk, win. We say this boy in a t-shirt that read, 'Im Awesome', win.

Friday was sluggish.

It started in English with Berni ranting as she does about meaningless things, things that have no effect on anyone. Do you think the color brown is a good nail polish color? Do you say it caramel or carmel? ooh apricot or apricot?

Then math, Hannie told me all about the concert she went to, she stayed up so late! Thank God for coffee! She continued to tell me about hemming her pants and buying knee highs. How interesting she is.

We have a math test, Unit 3, on Monday. She says we are going to go through 12 units this year. Why are we speeding through them? We'll have to do it all over again if we continue this way.

We got our seating in orchestra. As of right now I'm 2nd chair 1st violin in Chamber and 4th chair 1st violin in advanced. Pretty good. Of course Hannie is 1st in both, but she sucks at math. Probably because she talks to much. Why again do I attract the talkers? I need new friends.

We have this project in world geo. We get into groups of 6 or 7 and are assigned a state or province in the USA or Canada. We were assigned New England. I made a list, thats what I do, and gave everyone tasks. I might be a sort of dictator, but It's just that I don't trust them. I told them all sepretaly that I trusted them the most and told them to watch another person. Now everyones watching everyone else giving me secret eyerolls like, "Look how bad she is, no wonder you trust me the most." Works every time.

Oh I'm reading the comments on a class blog we have to do for Geo and Specs wrote this - @ hilary i totally agree with u

Come on man, she didn't spell out you or capitalize I. That's just so wrong! I told you I needed newe friends. You thought I was kidding.

I gave myself a time limit and this is it! Must go read. Until tomorrow. Not that anything will change.

Wait, now I jinxed it something majors going to happen now.