January 29, 2012

(6:12pm)
Well today was a good day. Kinda. I was bored. I downloaded an app for blogger yesterday, but didn't get a chance to use it fully until now. I completed my FAFSA yesterday, took pictures on my dad’s phone, but he wouldn't let me send them to my email. Today though, went to church and saw baby Alex and another baby interacting with each other. They were so adorable. I also got a chance to hold another baby. It's only me and this other lady on the visual team, and she had a baby. He (baby) was so fussy and wiggly that she couldn't hold him and type at the same time, so she gave him to me to hold. The boy was constantly trying to get out of my lap. I finally just put up a screen saver on the iPod I had and gave it to him. He just snatched it, shook it, tried to eat it, and almost dropped it. I had to pry it back from him.

January 27, 2012

I wish I had a camera, because there is a stink bug in my tv screen. Not on it, IN it. I was just sitting like, "what the heck is this? How did you even get in there?" It annoyed me so much to watch it fly around as I was watching a movie. I'm worried that it will nest in there. PLEASE God, don't let that happen!!!

January 26, 2012

Ya know, sometimes I just feel like saying "Ya know what, @#*% you!" And it's not just to one person or thing at a time, it's multiple. My dad said I had to ride the bus. THE FREAKING BUS!!!! Let me make this simple: I HATE RIDING THE DANG BUS!!! Why:

• I hate having to find a seat
• it's too loud
• it's too crowded
• It took 20 minutes to get home on the bus (I'm like what in THE HECK!!! I could have walked home and been home at the same time)

Seriously, I DON'T RIDE THE DANG BUS! SO HOW THE HECK WOULD I KNOW WHICH ONE TO GET ON!!! I guessed on a bus. It was the right one, but still, this is what I was thinking about the whole time:

Then my father made me miss out on an opportunity to gain service hours, when I need 10 more, so this is what I was thinking:

Yes, I'm having a bad week. The only silver lining I see is that I found some folders in my mom's room to store my poems and novel in, and I met Alex Fuller who has been working on a book of his own. He gave me a piece of advice on how to make writing easier.

AND Atlas members, there is such thing as being HUMBLE!!! Not to mention any names (Prosper, Jacquynn, Thomas, Jason, cough cough)

 

On a side note, I need to get the Senior Hyperion emails. Where y'all at, SENIORS!!! And also, NEVER (EVER EVER EVER EVVVVEEEERRR) share info about your secret crush with that person's best friend. She will torture you in a heartbeat.

January 24, 2012

So, today was horrible. First off, my dad took away my BB because all he thinks I do on the thing is (in a school way of saying) play around on it. So ya know what? I took the memory card out and set the alarm to go off at 1, 2, 3, and 5:30 in the morning. AND that thing is on repeat. AND it has an automatic shut off time so it can save power. (happy sleeping).

Secondly, the one day that I can't update my blog is the one day that I'm reaped to present my post. ATSS!!! I literally said those exact words. So I had to enter my name into the reaping 5 more times. You don't know how PISSED I was.

4th period came, I kicked a chair about 10 feet across the room during the beginning, and I walked out of class in the last hour of class. I just packed up and left. I went to the library and flopped in one of the plushy chairs. Ms. Cruze asked where I was supposed, I barily answered, so she left me alone. Last 20 minutes of the day, I hung with a group of students and played Truth or Dare. I hate dares, so I stuck with truth.

After school, made copies of my poems to start on my book, met with the person I mentor (who read my blog and saw who I had a slight crush on), and just had fun. It was against my dad's wish, but oh well.

These are the things that come to mind when I think of anger.

January 19, 2012

(10:40pm)

We did the funnest lab ever in AP Biology. Locomotion. Funnest part: walking on all 4s. I was the best at it appearently. They made me do it in front of Mr. Mustipher!!! I was SOOO scared!!! Seriously, that man scares me more than Doña does! But it was still fun. I'm used to walking on all fours. I'm also no longer human because of my legs, hops, and speed.

Went to the indoor track meet. They were good. I hope the new coach is coaching in the spring. I started flirting with with her a little. I'm trifling. She supposedly has a boyfriend, but no ring yet.

January 18, 2012

(10:26pm)

The #1 reason for wanting to go to college: Getting the HECK out of my house. Love my parents, but feel like I need to leave for that first year. I need to go and be able to feel like I can spread my wings and fly to my own limit. Even if I fall flat on my face and shatter every bone in my body, at least I will have the satisfaction of saying that I did it. Hey, who says there's no victory in failure? It took Thomas Edison near, what, 1,000 tries to make the perfect light bulb? And what of Michael Jordan? He probably spent hours on hours shooting. The only failure in life that has 0% victory is the failure of giving up of not trying.

Oh, yeah. Almost forgot. I wrote a poem for another girl. I just thought she could use some support. She loved it and thanked me. I would ask for house points, but 1) probably wouldn't get them, 2) it would probably lead to me having to explain who I wrote it for, and 3) I did it for support, not for a reward (though yes, house points would be lovely). Mrs. Cathirell asked if she could publish it for her church. I said yes (duh). That makes 2 poems and a short story that she has kept of mine to share. I'm teaming up with this other girl to publish our works. She's good at her poems, but she has mostly songs. I have one song. I need vocalists and music.

Oh yeah, Tiara's still here. My heart bounced when I saw her. Honestly, I wanted to rush her with a hug, but decided not to.

January 17, 2012

(10:22pm)

We were supposed to have our house meeting, but no one came. I'm meeting with Ms. Dauka tomorrow to reschedule.

In other news, Tiara Morales moved away :(. I will deeply miss her (partly because I've been crushing on her for a year or so, but that's unimportant). I was going to tell her at the end of the year, but she moved, and it wasn't really a big deal. I wrote her a poem. I have a mental list of things to say to almost everyone who I know at the end of the year. I should write them down, because there is a whole lot of stuff I need, or want, to get off my chest when I graduate or leave. I think I will start with Carney. Naw just kidding.

I live in Doña's room. It's either there or the library. Doña and Carney were saying that they were going to get me a sleeping bag for practically living there. Shame that I've been in Doña's room longer than she has.☺

 

I wrote another poem. It's good. Buy my book. You know you wanna, and you know you gonna.