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| My school schedule is almost back to normal. Almost. Tomorrow I get to go back and enjoy and full, wonderful day of school with all my classes with my regular bell schedule.
Kill me now.
So I have to say that in my 8th hour Gym class, it was more interesting than usual.
First off, we were playing four court volleyball (we had four different nets up, and we all played one game. it's kind of funny to watch), and I was on a time with Nicegrl and all of these skanks that I really hate (DISLIKE, SORRY!), so I was talking to JEmo and Stick on the court across from us with Hopeless, who not only joined the wrong crowd and became something that I just can't really be friends with (she's also my cousin!), but hangs out with the very disliked skanks.
Anyway, this morning on the news me and JEmo saw the "woman with 21 accents" on the news, and we were talking about Schizophrenia, and what it was, and Hopeless was telling us to watch Donnie Darko (which I really do want to watch), and then all of a sudden, Skank.one starts yelling at us and insulting my friends, and eventually I just got sick of it and said, in a calm and actually steady voice, "Shut the hell up."
I TRIED to be nice. I didn't say please, because she just doesn't deserve it.
And let's just say for the rest of the class period she was talking about me "behind my back." Except that I could everything she was saying. Because she's not good at being sneaky.
And JEmo was very shocked. I'm usually quiet, and more reserved, and I recall her saying something like, "That's the most shocking thing I've ever heard come out of Miss Taylor's mouth!"
Right. You obviously haven't seen me in my dreams, then. I have a very dirty mouth then.
Today during our 4th hour Science class, me and my friends (sans Prep.one and Stick) were planning our not-very-far-off 8th grade graduation party. Truthfully, I don't really give a damn about 8th grade graduation. It's just 8th grade! What, we're celebrating moving our lockers down the hall? Becoming fresh-meat? Fun.
I'm sure the party will be great, but there has been some arguments about it...like the location, and the guest list. A church hall, a hotel? The whole 8th grade, just people we like?
We settled on the church thing, but we HAVE to have chaperones, and of course APPROPRIATE dancing, and JEmo is afraid that she can't play Slipknot because they cuss too much. Oh well.
We DID agree on, however, the decorations, which will be black tablecloths and bright, bold napkins, balloons, etc. I think it's a good idea.
ENOUGH BORING DETAILS ABOUT A PARTY YOU'RE NOT EVEN GOING TO.
I guess that that's enough for one day.
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My cell phone, and my iPod. Most of the time I will carry my purse (But not always), and that has tons of crap in it. Gum, make-up, my glasses, contacts cleanser, a hat, a few pens, paper... | | comments: Leave a comment |
| This week has been boring so far.
Just school, go home, eat, get on the computer, get a shower, go to bed.
Repeat.
I have no books to read; no people to hang out with, no TV shows to watch. No movies.
Yesterday I had to re-install iTunes for whatever reason I don't even know, and it took over an hour, because it uploaded EVERY SINGLE SONG on our computer and then I had to delete all the ones I didn't want.
Just less than 10 minutes ago, on the way home from school, JEmo asked me, "Hey, wanna hang out with me and J.M this weekend?"
And I said, sure, why not? J.M. is JEmo's ex-neighbor and my ex-boyfriend. I broke up with him, and I probably won't ever go out with him again. JEmo knows that what'shisface is going, some guy she "hooked up" with. It's a complicated story.
So I asked her, "Okay, are you over him or not? You say you are, but you talk about him a lot."
She looked really shocked, and I guess I don't blame her because I'm usually a sit-on-the-sidelines quiet kind of girl.
Then she just mumbled something about not liking him and how it's over and she had to go home. She probably won't even call me tonight because she's mad now. I don't even care. She talks about him all the time, and I'm just getting kind of sick of it. If she's mad, she'll get over it soon enough.
Tonight, I have church. I don't wanna go, I don't EVER wanna go, but I have to.
Maybe I can get out of it by saying that I'm sick. It really wouldn't be a lie, because I really don't feel good, but it probably won't work either way. Oh well.
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| Well...my weekend was...interesting.
On Saturday I tried sleeping in for the longest time possible, because at about 1 in the morning, I heard my parents fighting and my dad was going to take me somewhere, because my mom is "helping her friend move."
One, he has no right to do that. I can do whatever I want (to an extent), and he can't just TAKE me somewhere! Two, I'm sick of being in the middle of their fights. Damn immature parents.
Anyway, my dad woke me up and said, "I'm getting a shower and then we can go to Mattoon."
Um, how about not?
I just pretended I heard him and tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn't. So I ended up getting up and getting on the computer and eating some leftover pizza.
I took my time eating and then I took a really long shower. My mom actually came home and then my parents fought for awhile...I took a long time getting dressed...then I ate again...and then I guess my dad finally got impatient and we left around 1 PM.
But not before I had a Monster. I love those things to death.
We went to Staples, where, I swear to God I'm not lying, everyone who works there is insane. I mean really, is it necessary to ask your customers if they're finding everything alright every minute?
I went to the bathroom, and when I came out, this guy automatically turns and asks me, "Finding everything okay?"
I just sort of nodded and mumbled a "yes" before going to find my dad. I get sort of nervous around strangers sometimes.
Then, less than 5 minutes later, the SAME guy asks, "Finding everything alright?" I just nodded again and discreetly ran away.
Later, when I was looking at laptops (I really want one!) two employees stopped their conversation and they BOTH asked me if I was "finding everything alright."
And this continued until we left the store.
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Then we went to Walmart and the mall. In the mall I went to Waldenbooks and bought Kiss & Blog by Alyson Noel. My mom tried to get it from the library, but since it's a crappy library and they don't have any books at ALL. They have to order them from other libraries!
Anyway, I'm already done with it and it's awesome. I really love it.
Then, when we got home we ate supper (chicken from Popeye's) and then T.S. and J.T. came home and I had J.T. pop my back (that felt good!) and then JEmo called me and asked me to babysit with her. I said yes, and her mom picked me up and dropped off at their house (but not before giving me $10! I'm practically rich now!). We watched I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry (which was hilarious!) and ate ramen noodles.
I had some serious fun on the URBAN DICTIONARY.com chat room. Me and Jess started this huge war, claiming we were Vampires and soon other people joined the Vamp Army. It was Vampires against Ninjas. Vampires will rule the world!
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Right now:
Watching The Day After Tomorrow; downloading songs off Limewire; on Yahoo!Answers. I'm a great multi-tasker, if you haven't noticed that yet.
Still doing the stupid-ass ISAT tests at school, but the Math and Reading sections are FINALLY over. I just have writing left. Which means, I have to write one Narrative and one Persuasive paper, on Tuesday and wednesday.
I love writing, but when I'm FORCED to write about something I don't like, I don't do as well. But I'm sure I'll do fine.
I HOPE SO. AH!
Anyway...I can't wait for the rest of my books to come in at the library. They said Friday, but the last time I tried ordering a book from there (Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer), it took almost two months to come in! Of course, that book is very coveted and popular...I can see why it took so long. Damn slow readers. LEARN HOW TO READ RIGHT, DAMN IT!
Yeah. Well, blogger out.
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| I'm worried.
That's not anything new for me, though. I'm always worried about SOMETHING; my parents, my friends, school, whatever.
And today it just happens about JEmo.
She's having this weird situation with her dad...I'm afraid she MIGHT be getting abused...either verbally or physically. I'm not sure.
I'm not sure what to do...I have no proof about anything, just the way she acts. But maybe she just wants attention? I doubt it. That doesn't sound like her.
Moving onto happier (maybe sadder?) topics, volleyball season is officially over.
We lost our game earlier...it was Regionals and for once, we didn't even play that bad. SUCK ON THAT, OKAW VALLEY!
Anyway...I'm glad it's a Friday. No school...and no mom. She's going to "help her friend move" tomorrow night, and even though my dad will NOT be happy about that, I don't really care. This has been going on long enough that it shouldn't even bother him anymore. It hardly even bothers me, after all.
Stick and Shortie (and JEmo) both came over to my house after school. We had ramen noodles and listened to old songs and sang really loudly. Good fun.
I also think that maybe JEmo is getting a tad bit attached to the Confuser. If she can't sit by her, she gets mad. No one understands her like the Confuser does, and they just SIMPLY can't be apart. I thought I was her best friend.
But to JEmo, promises don't mean SHIT!
Direct quote, people. No lie.
Oh well. If she'd rather be with the Confuser than help ME when I actually want to talk to someone...then I guess in her time of actual need, she can talk to the Confuser. She's the only one who understands her, after all. It's just simple logic. | | comments: Leave a comment |
| I shouldn't be making a post right now, but I'm OLD ENOUGH TO MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS, THANKYOUVERYMUCH. As long as, you know, my parents don't find out.
Fairly boring day today...went to school, which SUCKED because I've had a total of five days off because of the weekend and snow days.
We have ISAT testing this week and next week. Which also suck. Because I don't do tests well. At all.
And today Nicegrl posed a question, "In Michigan, would the tests be called MSAT's?"
Since, you know, ISAT stands for Illinois Standard Academic Test or whatever. It's a interesting question, really. Do I know the answer, though? Of course not.
Then, at about 2:25, RIGHT before my 7th hour Chorus class got out, me and my fellow volleyball players left to change into our clothes to leave for our REGIONAL volleyball game!
And we won, suckers. Seriously.
Which means we play again TOMORROW night. But I don't really wanna play anymore. Our season really wasn't that great anyway. After tomorrow we're done, I think.
Then tomorrow I get out early from school, and more testing in the morning, and then during 4th hour we have the Ag Olympics, which is this OH-SO-HILARIOUS (not really) thing where the high-schoolers do the "Olympics." Hick-town style.
My oh-so dearest mother is getting me books at the library. Or else she better.
Kiss & Blog by Alyson Noel, Teen Idol by Meg Cabot, and ttyl by Lauren Myracle are the top books on my future reading list.
Yes, I READ. Get over it.
Well, blogger out. Really. Some people have LIVES, you know. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| Guess what? This is my first entry.
Sigh. First entries are always awkward. But wait- I despise that word. My friends overuse it SO much...even in the most LEAST awkward situations, there's always a little voice that says, "That's awkward!" behind me that makes me cringe.
Most of the time, I reply with a, "No, it really isn't!" and then said person tells me to shut up. This happens on a daily basis.
ANYWAY, first entries. What's there to say?
You could start off with a cheesy, "Hi, my name is blah, and I like blah, and this is what happened when I blah, and OMG! blah."
No.
I guess I could start off with the less cheesy introduction of my FRIENDS, rather than myself. I could get to that later. Okay, so here we go (can you hear the clicking of the roller coaster yet?)
First off, I wanna let you know that these little "nicknames" I gave my friends are just NICKNAMES. Not the real NAMES. Duh.
So-
JEmo is a weird name, I know. But her first name starts with a J...and she's practically emo. Sorry for the labeling, folks. She's my best friend, sure, but the overEMOTIONAL-ness sometimes bothers me. But I'm pretty emotional myself. I'm such a hypocrite.
the Confuser is definitely not one of my closest friends, but a friend all the same. She CONFUSES me all the time with her daily personality changes. One day she's emo, one day she's rocker, one day she's a prep...UGH. STOP IT, WOMAN!
Nicegrl is a lame name, sure. But she IS nice. A tad bit of a follower. But just a tad bit.
Prep.one sounds like a code name, and in a way, it is. Her newest best friend is Prep.two. See the connection, here?
Stick is almost a mean reference. She's as skinny as a stick, seriously, but I'm not trying to be mean. Really.
Shortie is actually a name I like. It's simple. It speaks the truth (but what name hasn't so far?). What's to love? Okay, it's cliched. GET OVER IT.
Well, that's all the important ones, I guess. More detailed descriptions will be...later. I guess.
NOW ONTO ME! THAT'S ALWAYS GREAT FUN!
You can call me whatever you want, MaFi, is preferred. And that's pronounced (Ma-FEE), by the way. Don't ask what it means.
I'm average, I suppose, with just-below-the-shoulder strawberry blonde hair, blue/hazel eyes, 5'3''. I'm only 13, which is young. Sort of. SHUTUP. I TURN 14 IN...LESS THAN TWO MONTHS! 4/20. Which is NATIONAL POT SMOKERS DAY. Don't laugh. I'm serious.
From what you've read already, I have friends, who I like more than I let on, and a family.
My parents have a VERY rocky relationship. They are almost divorced (they might as well be), and my mother is having an AFFAIR with someone else. Really.
Of course, that's old news to me. My sister probably doesn't know, though. She lives in Indiana, with her fiance, who I will call J.T. my sis will be called T.S.
Hey, have you people seen A Moment of Truth, the TV show? I think I might put my mom on that show. WOULDN'T THAT BE INTERESTING!
Anyway, my parents. Not the best of people. They are like, 9 years apart, and I think my mom just got married too early and couldn't live her life the way she wanted to BEFORE she got married. She probably wants freedom. To cheat. Okay, then, have fun, mom!
I dislike my parents most of the time. They annoy me and drive me INSANE with their fighting and they're just so...immature. But I guess that's just me being a teenager.
Well, time to turn in soon.
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