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.

November 5, 2010

Today, Sunday, we had a concert for the music school I go to. I was really nervous because I felt like I was messing up, which I was probably was. I hung out with my friend, who is a junior in high school. She is one of the sweetest people I have ever met. At one point during the concert a worker at the theater came out of a room that was a second ago pouring with laughter and asked us if they were too loud. No not asked, yelled.

I have a math test, Unit 5, on Monday and I just finished studying. I was also reading the new book club book, 13 Reasons Why. And reading a short (not really 55 pages) story that Bernie sent me via email. It is good writing but an old idea. And I know, there are really only like 2 stories to be told. But this one has been turned into a TV show. Pretty Little Liars. At least that's what it seems like, the best friend of a girl named Spencer (remember that name?) is murdered and she is trying to remember information that she forgot. Sound familiar?

In the 13 Reasons Why I just heard the narrators tape. The tape telling that person why they are important to Hannah killing herself. The narrators tape says something like you aren't really supposed to be on these tapes, you don't belong here you just have to be here to fill in the story. So the narrator is obviously relieved, like phew glad I don't have that on my shoulders anymore. But if I was writing this novel I would have made the main character really be a cause, it would just add so much depth I think. But what do I know about the wants of teenage girls, nothing.

In math this really crude, funny girl who is always talking in class, loud was, well, talking loud and I heard what she said. As did everyone else. "You seen that Brenda girl? She like runs to all her classes and she looks crazy?" I had heard that Brenda was mentally challenged, and I guess someone else had to because they said "Hey, its not nice to make fun of mentally challenged people!" To which she said,"I don't make fun of them, that would be retarded."

The morning announcements were really funny. It was all about boats and dropping anchors or something and at one point I looked around and everyone was staring at the spot on the wall were the gibberish was coming from with the same funny face I had on. Why do the administrators seem to think that talking about sails is going to make us want to go to college or for the people at my school, high school.

Math class was full of loud people actually. A girl named Spazzi  yelled out,"My dads a truck driver!" and Tom faded away as he responded with,"Well that's kinda cool."

The student of the month lunch was terribly boring. We got two pieces of pizza, some juice I didn't want to drink and some gummies I couldn't eat (vegetarian.) And then as one of our gifts we got a certificate for a free hamburger or cheeseburger at some fast food place. So all I got was a stomach ache and a dog tag that says pride on it.Ryan was there and we were talking about being good students or something and he said,"In 5th I got an unsat, remember?" and I said,"Whats an unsat?" I think its like a letter saying hey your failing, but I still don't know.

In gym we had a hard shelter in place. Hard means that immediate danger is on the campus and soft means that something is near. Apparently a suspicious package was left at a store near us so I don't know why it was a hard shelter in place. Anyway I was outside and we had to run into the locker rooms and wait there. Hard also means light outs all quiet and away from doors. Which no one did. It was all patty cake patty cake, frog on a bank or whatever. When we were changing before all this started I almost lost it watching this girl try to take off her skinny jeans. They were so tight it literally took her 20 minutes. I mean her friends were trying to help her take off her pants! It doesn't get better then that.

Did you know that a new version of the Great Gatsby is coming out staring Leonardo DiCaprio and Blake Lively? That's like perfect for a Great Gatsby, Leonardo DiCaprio, Blake Lively fan. Which I am.

I am dreading going back to school though we get Thursday and Friday off. Why is anyone even coming this month its not like anythings happening what with us gone all the time. When you aren't there you can't learn. Half the school is there and still isn't really there so why are you giving us so many days off? And they think anchors are going to make us want a better future.

5 things I did today-
Made fun of Taylor Swift.
Tried, unsuccessfully, to lift my mom like a baby.
Acted like a spy while behind a curtain, who hasn't done that?
Read the dictionary.
Looked up what was the Clap and was thoroughly disgusted.

I know your looking up the clap now...I know what with me being a spy and all.

Tomorrows mission, be super nice like music friend, while planning a super awesome surprise for Isadora. Ninja fashion.

343434343434343- no meaning

November 4, 2010

I'm going to try and make tonight's short because honestly IMO not feeling that good. Its not sick, or even the normal tired. Its different, everyone is different. I get mine mostly after I read or watch or see something depressing.

Today was actually really funny, only because Specs had this terrible pain in her stomach. And I know what your thinking but no. I am not evil and like to see her in pain. She described it as a band of pain around her middle that really kicks in when she coughs or sneezes or laughs. Especially when she laughs. So all today I was extra funny, not trying to be mean, but to kinda mess with her. It didn't start out that way, its just when someone laughs at your jokes, you want them to laugh more. Right? Its like impressing people, you do it once and suddenly its all you want to do, because it feels good. Right?

Anyway, in PE the sub made us run along the fence in a straight line. As I was jogging I mentioned that this was sorta like prison. Wouldn't they do that in prison? I looked back and Specs was kinda balled over, face bright red, laughing and wincing.

And this happened all day. Look back. wince,laugh. Look back, wince laugh.

Math was really funny today we got into the room and we had all new work groups, I was now sitting with Specs and that funny boy I told you about who's name I don't remember. We had a warm up on the board and we all started working on it, looking at the tips on the other board. The teacher wanted us to change all the fractions to whole numbers which is really easy if you do a whole bunch of stuff you can find on another blog.

She wrote the LCM on the board for the numbers 3, 4, and 14. Saying it was 21. Now me being who I am I didn't want to argue and neither did anyone else so we do the problem, we all get -6/21 and she yells at us for taking so long and such. She then gets up in front of the room tries to do and says 'Oops, I messed up. Now I'm mad at myself.' In the most even tone. Half the class murmured so are we. And the funny boy just out right said 'She confused the f**k out of everyone.'

I'm glad I sit by him, I feel like someday he's going to cure cancer with the help of Peter Griffin, the boy I told you about.

I love it when teachers say 'Thats a good question.' And I love it because its a stalling method. It is a good question, one they don't know the answer too. I love it when teachers don't know something. Its like when we see them out of school. It sorta ruins the whole knows everything, doesn't have a life thing we have set up in our minds.

Laugh, wince.

You know those lines teachers say? All of them do it, doesn't matter the subject, doesn't matter the grade. Its like its in some Teacher Guide to Making Yourself Sound like a Teacher manual. One of my favorites is used when they want you to be extra descriptive. "Now imagine your telling this to Martians that just landed on Earth, they know nothing about it."

Ryan pretty much ruined the line for me by saying,"And they speak English?" How will I ever be able to laugh now, when a teacher says this, when I'm to busy laughing at that. Geez, always going around foiling things.

He was also funny later because we were putting our arms together and I looked really (if I said hecka, I would say it right now) yellow next to them. So then Ryan showed us his farmers tan. He didn't say it was gross or anything, just 'creepy'

I have to go to the student of the month lunch tomorrow. Its during first lunch in the library, so I have to miss class. I wanted to say this, but I knew how the conversation would play out already. Do I have to go. You don't want to? No its just that I would be missing class. Shouldn't you be happy about that. I'm the student of the month, of course not.

Laugh, wince.

The same women who gave me, Ryan and Hannie our invites was the one last year at the student of the month breakfast. They got McDonald's (Mcribs are back!) sausage patties, which I couldn't eat, being a vegetarian. So I went and got my pencil and headed to the table to sit down, when she started to yell at me. You aren't going to eat? Come and get one? Now, get some food! Um, no thanks. I'm a vegetarian there isn't anything for me. That got her.

I have been student of the month once a year since 6th. At least its a lunch, so it will be cheese pizza, crappy yes, but cheese. My geography teacher nominated me, the one who thinks I'm crazy. I'm glad she thinks I need this to stay sane or whatever.

Laugh, wince.

Oh! I just realized I'm going to be taking pictures tomorrow for this. Eep, must leave you now to shower.

Before I go, I started the next book club book 13 Reasons Why, by Jay Asher. Specs pick. Its crummy so far, and depressing, and weak. Yeah weak.

0Oo

November 3, 2010

PrePost-
Me-"You know you are not suppose to have a label on your polo." I'm snotty like that. I don't actually care.
Tom-"So?"
Me- "I bet you carry around Sharpies and guns too."
Tom- "In my pocket now."
Me-"Wait you have a gun in your pocket?"
Tome "Gun? What I thought you said gum."
Tom- "Don't worry Ms.Heels, its only gum."
Me- "That was smooth."
Ms.Heels- "Spit it out now, don't you taste that!"

For Lola's birthday I got her a collection of random things, while not really random because they have meanings. The bag contained a bag of hot Cheetos, her favorite, a vanilla lotion, favorite scent, a berry lip balm, a bag of twix, another favorite and a can of chicken noodle Spongebob soup and Spongebob gummys.

I think she really liked it and she gave me a cupcake later, so it was a win. I never understood why people did that, brought cake or donuts or some other sweet thang for all their friends. See on my birthday I like to get things, not give things out. Though I think that's a custom in India or something. I think I read it in a Meg Cabot novel, I swear, she was on a rooftop in India and there were presents for kids and a red t-shirt. Those scenes are totally separate, but I kinda squished them all together, whoops.

The aid was gone today, no shocker, but the funny thing is the vice principal came in and whispered to Ms.Heels about it and I heard every word. Partly because I really wasn't paying attention to the music and partly because when the vice principal tries to whisper during a Bach piece, she fails. Who am I kidding Bach? No we always play songs by this guy names Richard Meyer. Who is he!?

Some girl called Ms.Heels the B word today loud enough that she could hear. She had to stay after class and from what Ive heard (I don't gossip I just went up to the girl, I'm trying to make myself sound cool) she has to write an apology. I wasn't that surprised though, I mean who hasn't called her that. Everyone except me and Hannie, that's who. Which is what I said to Tom when he came up to me in a neon lime green polo that exactly matched his shoes.

"Who hasn't?"
Tom- "What you have?"
Me- "No that's not what I meant, I haven't. I'm perfect!"
Tom- "Your not perfect, you have freckles."

Which is sorta a joke, not really, between us. One time he said something like that and I pretended to be sad. So now whenever he looks at me I cover my nose and cheeks.

Is it wrong to sniff Sharpies?

Two new people had haircuts today. I love that! Someday someones going to be reading this trying to analyze why I ended up killing people who get new haircuts or something. Your answer is right here, Mr.Man!

Haircuts are peoples ways of getting compliments. Forget cleanliness, cuz that's crap. Haircuts are a persons way to flaunt themselves on Mondays, after long weekends. Take Phylis for example. She wouldn't stop shaking her head today. And I noticed her hair, I did. But I didn't say anything. And that gets them every time. They see you seeing them and then you continue with a conversation. Same thing with new clothes. Then they get a little spastic with the twitching and the hair flips. So I, naturally concerned with their health, ask if they are okay? They're always fine and then they start the game called "Did you notice" I hate this game, almost as much as I hate spastic Phylis. And that's saying something.

"Do you notice anything different about me?"
Me- Got your braces off?
"No"
Me-"You never had braces!"
"What else?"
Me- "Its your hair isn't it? Because I cant keep it up to long.
"I got a haircut this weekend."
Well call in the President, she got a haircut!

It the same when they fish for compliments. "You are so pretty?" Pause. Sigh. Usually- "No you are!" Me-"Baby I know"

I tend to keep my hair to myself. Like my life. Because when I don't, this happens-

Hannie- "Wow your hair looks good today. Like usually its really frizzy, but its smooth today."
Flattered I wanted to keep it this way, but hectic music always ruins prefect dos and I asked this girl for a mirror in 3rd. She told me her friend had one and then..

Girl 1- "Do you have your mirror?"
Girl2- "Your hair looks fine!"
Girl 1- "Its for her!"
Girl 2- "Oh. Here."

True story.

I'm mad at Bernie. Not real mad, but irritated. She picks the book for book club and being the nice dictator I let her. Then she doesn't read it! She is on page 35 of 450, of her choice, on my copy. Which she dog eared. People who dog ear pages probably do sock, shoe, sock, shoe. Its so wrong.

And book clubs tomorrow. I started next next sessions novel tonight. And I'm on page 90!

Still on my way to becoming a movie expert. I think I'm going to go on Yahoo Answers and ask about must sees. It will probably be interesting to see what people who use Yahoo Answers say.

I figured out why I like hanging out with my little sisters friends and why 27 Dresses made me cry. I am a genius.

Remember those few kids who were older than you that you absolutely adored. The ones you wanted to be friends with, desperately to know. Well I had those and I think some part of me kinda wants to be one now. I mean I had a lot of those. A lot. And having someone feel the same about me is a weird sorta honor, right?

I cried at 27 dresses because that's me in the future. I reward myself with candy, only one piece. And I make lists and listen or I suppose read this..

Gabriel-"Can Vitamin C cause sores in your mouth?"
Me- "I don't think so, why?"
Gabe- "That kid seems to think so, and your smart."
Me- "Well I suppose if he got the vitamin c out of orange juice, oranges being a citrus, that could have irritated a sore."
Gabe- "...she said no"

I'm every part Katherine Heigle has ever played.

After Post-
In gym locker room....The lockers are crowded with self conscience teens with fruit of looms, still. They are loud and playful and O sits at her section of the bench and takes off her shoes. She looks over to her right. Her 'fiernd' has taken off her sneakers and it appears she is not wearing socks. Cue records screech.
"Do you own a trench coat too?"
Fade to black.


New Signature- Death by Dancing with yourself. I'm feeling it.

A lot of Dates I dont Remember

Remember the quiet cheerleaders? Well on Friday, which seems like a long time ago, Shane announced that the cheerleader that sits right next to him was the oxiest of the morons. There is no reason to even help that because it is perfect on its own.

You know those answers that seem funny, and then said more than once, turn really stupid? Take these for example-

Whats up? The sky.
What are you going to wear? Clothes.
What are we going to eat? Food.
What kind of music do you listen to? The good kind.

That gets on my nerves. When people ask me questions like that I give them a serious answer. I'm on the computer. I'm going to wear my navy polo and my white skirt. We should get Subway. I like alternative and some pop and rock.

Sorry that was on my nerves, just like the fact that orange doesn't have a word that rhymes with it. Who here would answer that with, duh door hinge? Because I do the same thing! We think we are cool, but we all heard it on that one episode of Drake and Josh.

I loved that show. One time I was watching it and laughing so hard my mom came in and asked me if I could breath (it makes sense, my laugh is silent.) I also loved That's so Raven and Lizzy Maguire. Which you know because I make cheesy references all the time.

So I know I've been gone for a while and that's because everything has been really busy. I had relatives in town, my sister's party, Halloween and the 5 day break, which isn't over quite yet.

I used to say that Easter was my favorite holiday, I guess I thought that that made me unique. The fact that I didn't say Christmas, but the truth is Halloween is my favorite. It really isn't for the sweets, though great, or the trick or treating. Its because of the costumes. I was always really interested in costumes. And in this case it wasn't even that I wanted to be original, It just turned out that I ended up that way. Here are a list of my costumes for the last 13 years...

1997- Bubble Gum. My parents dressed me in pink and stuck a sandal to my back.
1998- clown
1999-purple cat
2000-Dorothy
2001-Xena warrior princess
2002-Southern Bell
2003-Marilyn Monroe-/ Nancy Drew
2004-Medusa
2005-Amelia Earhart
2006-Jester
2007-Gypsy
2008-Mother Nature
2009-Audrey Hepburn
2010-Flapper

I don't know if I got those in the right order, but I think so.

I have made an analogy- Death by drugs or alcohol = listening to Billy Idol's Dancing with Myself
I'm not even going to explain it, buts its true.

So my flapper costume kept ripping whenever I had to put it on. Which was about 3 times.Once to see how it looks. Once to wear to this Halloween concert (I won a 25 dollar gift card to Old Navy at the costume contest) and once for Trick or Treating.  My mom had to sew the fringe back onto the dress while I was in it. The whole getting in and out was a pretty big deal. I couldn't wear a bra, because the dress had trouble going over my boobs and I had to like push them around for the dress to go on. And if it was over my head for to long I felt like I couldn't breath.

When trick or treating I felt really old. My mom had said I was to old to go and then I ended up going anyway because we didn't have anything else for me to really do. I just felt really old, like everyone was looking from the 10 year old, to the 7 year old to the 13 year old. I guess that's the ultimate sign that I can't do that any more.

I have been meaning to talk about this for a while. We all know an Ariel and they all have their own little flaws, and I'm sure not everyone can pick them out. But that's what I'm here for. In Shakespeare the protagonist has one tragic flaw. Ariel's is her family. No doubt.

For the past few weeks she hasn't been wearing her usual makeup and her hair hasn't been done. She hadn't been posting on Facebook and I hadn't seen her texting under the table. I thought maybe she was going to be a better student, stop carrying a simple piece of paper in her back pack. But no. She was grounded. It was sorta crushing. Like is she coming back...nope her parents are cra cra.

 I was pretty surprised but I didn't wear any make up. And I actually looked decent. Its those girls at school who look amazing without makeup that discourage me from going natural. Which is twisted if you think about it. Them looking good without makeup makes me want to wear it. That's how middle works.

I am recently subscribed to this YouTuber called JuicyStar07 and her other channel OtherJuicyStar07. She is this girl that does makeup and hair tutorials, and vlogs. While some of her tips are really helpful, I mostly watch her because she makes me laugh. She's really rich, or seems to be by her room tour and home schooled. Maybe that's it but she doesn't seem to be all that bright. Like take a hair tutorial she did in which she used a lot of hairspray,"Wow, that was a lot! This stuff has like aerosol so like I justed killed the equator!"

I kid you not. (Which btw she said in another video and then confused herself by asking if that meant she was kidding or not.)

I'm a nice person. Not humble, but definitely nice. I let the crazy people be my friends, partly because of the whole kind thing, partly because when they crack I won't get shot, and I like doing little things for my friends. I'm about to put together a gift basket thing for Lola's 14th birthday and I'm planning this cool thing for Isadora. I won't say what because my mom reads this! Hi Mama!!!! <----First shoutout!

Which came first the color orange or the fruit?

I have to apply to high school! I am so not a procrastinator its just that I need my parents for that and they are always so busy! I cant wait, I'm already starting to pick out audition pieces for the arts high school.

Oh! So I have another list that has all the stuff I'm saving up for, one of those things being a baby doll. But I don't want a cheap one I want a nice one. Like an actual wait and size one. So today I Googled life size baby dolls and all I got was these nasty adult only blow up doll silicone sites. How lonely can you be. Like why does e-Harmony exist (or as me and Bernie call it, o-unity!) It was icky, all I wanted was a baby doll! dyjkhvbudgbadghiagick