Odd Christmas Song

I realized, Frosty the Snowman is like Jesus. He came from magic (virgin birth) and knew he would melt (be nailed to a cross), but he promised he would return.

Heh Heh Heh

I got my social studies teacher to start singing The Beatles and The Monkees today. He actually has a good tastes in music, even if he doesn't know how to appear smart. The other day he put on the song "500 Miles" to as high as the volume could go, put on his Twisted Sister wig, air-guitared with his ruler, and forced us to sing it. Afterwards I said "Why did you do that? God! I love that song!" Then this girl said "Used to love it."

Nooo!

My hands are getting cracked and dry. I hate when that happens. Yesterday Andelle, Pipsisewa (mom), and I went shopping at the thrift store. Andelle bought clothes for interviews and It's Acedemic. Pipsisewa bought wool sweaters that she could felt and turn into handbags or something. I bought jeans, a vest, and a dress.

And now the random Monkees song you've all been caring less about:

It's Beginning to Feel a lot Like...

Winter! Yesterday on a hike with Bonnie and other people at Mt. Aventine, it began to snow. Then me and mom decided to go to Dr. Mudd's house for "A Victorian Christmas." There were so many cookies... Last night I was listening to some Monkees tunes to decided which CD to ask for Christams. It's between Headquarters and Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn & Jones ltd.

Interesting Day

Today was not that bad. Today in GTT, I think I did rather well on the test! In language arts there was a sub, and a really awesome sub! He let us sit wherever we wanted to. In social studies we played a game where we're on the Lewis and Clark expedition. In chorus our sub was a poet I remember I met earlier at a poetry night. On the bus ride home was when it got really interesting...

These two boys got really angry at each other. It started in the neighborhood, escalated at school, and ended in a fist fight on the bus. The seventh grader is a mouse who's really bad at lying and acts so tough. The eighth grader already has a record and never seems upset. What supposedly happened was the seventh grader ducked under the eighth grader's seat, drew on his shoes, then got back up and pointed to someone and said "They drew on your shoe." This caused the eighth grader to get angry and cause a ruckus, which made the bus driver to pull over and question the boys in the front. Luckily I was in the back. All the way in the back. The eighth grader started punching the seventh grader, yelling "Those are lies, those are lies! You just want to get in a fight." The seventh grader started crying. The bus driver called the school, so we had a two cops, Officer Cooney (our school policeman), and our principal Mr. Martin to come. We all knew the seventh grader was lying. We knew those tears were fake. The seventh grader would get beat up all the time on what we call "The Ghetto Bus." On the Ghetto Bus we had kids standing up, walking around, beating other kids up, kids eating, kids on their cell phones, etc. The seventh grader loved to get beat up. When a police officer came, we were like "Oooh!" When another came, we were like "What? No!" When Officer Cooney came, we were like, "Holy..." When Mr. Martin came, it was like "Oh My God! Mr. Martin!" Every time a car slowed down to look at us, we yelled "Yeah, keep going!" Eventually the eight grader and the seventh grader was driven home. We were all laughing that it all came from one kid drawing on another's shoe. I said to this one kid who I joke around with, "If you draw on my shoes, I'm sueing you."

I'm Sick And Tired

It just seems like hell today. In our house it's like religion is fueling the day: atheists vs. agnostics. Leo's been lecturing me and Mom started yelling at Andelle. Andelle's been watching newsclips about atheists and Prop 8. Dad found out that Grampy was asked his opinion about someone stealing the nativity scene in front of the Webster town hall. He said that people don't care about religion like they used to. I'm just tired of it. Mom was explaining thumbnail drawings, using pictionary as an example. She was talking about someone drawing the cross, to symbolize church. If someone doesn't understand, than you draw a roof or a stained-glass window. I was staring blankly out the window, and she got angry thinking I was snubbing her. I just can't take it! I have a big GTT test tomorrow, and I want to get some sleep. No more religion on this blog starting...NOW!

Unholy Crap!

Everything seems to be about religion, now isn't it? But before I get ahead of myself, let me talk about last night. I was finishing my science fair backboard. I cut things wrong, so I print everything out again. Then mom tells me I did everything wrong, so I had to rip everything out again, and then mom was talking about how I shouldn't write like a fifth grader, when I think she shouldn't be a control freak.

Today in chorus we had a sub. Not just any sub (Because any sub is good sub, except that old lady in the red coat with white hair, she's just...strange) This sub was evil. She didn't give us any warnings before she handed out MIRs (minor incedent reports), and the slightest thing would set her off. Then she said something about God, which got this evil girl to say "We can't say stuff like that, it might offend people in here." The sub asked "What people?" The evil girl pointed to me and my friend. My friend looked boldly at the sub, but I just had my head down and scratched my neck. It's a subject I don't like to get into. This girl in front of us turned around and said, "You don't believe in God? You're going to hell." The sub said "If you think that breathing isn't real because you can't see it, stop breathing. If you think gravity is not real, then jump off the top of this building." Then the sub went into this big lecture about how everything is made from a thought. Out there in the universe, there's a thinker who had a thought. I would've mentioned the Flying Spaghetti Monster, but I couldn't. My breaths were coming out quick and heavy, my teeth were chattering, and I was sick to my stomach. My friend said that she wasn't knocking anyone's religion, but the sub said "I wasn't talking religion," which is a total lie. Thankfully, almost everyone agreed with me and my friend that that sub was crazy and should be fired (We said some other things that should happen to the sub, but they're not appropriate). On the bus, one girl who's in my chorus class and my girl scout troop leaned over me and asked "Why don't you believe in God? Do you believe in the devil? Of course you do." Thankfully I got her off of me. I'm going to get some ice cream to calm me down.

A song to help describe how I felt in this post, by his Awesome Micky Doodliness:

His Noodly Appendage!

My God! The christians in science strike again! They were asking me how I was going to get married, since "marriage is about God". Whatever.
After the bell rang, me and my friend were trying to find the Cart Lady to get permission slip for the environment club, all the teachers were like "Do you have a meeting?" One teacher saw us and said into a walkie talkie "Carl, rev the engines," which got me a bit P-ed off. I dragged my friend to the stairs.
Walking to the buses, she said "My Goddess is nature." I said "My God is Bob." I say I'm a pastafarian, then my friend says she's from the church of the flying spaghetti monster. Then we both yell "His noodly appendage!"
I'm now finishing my science fair backboard.

And now the latest song stuck in my head. And for the record, Micky Dolenz is mine!

Stupid GTT

In Gateway Tech today, this stupid boy I sit next to had to be grouped with me since we sit next to each other. He got angry that he didn't get the teachers initials on his paper since he was busy walking around while I was doing to the work. He was asking me what music I like, thinking it was screamo or metal. I told him that I liked sixties, and he started singing Johnny Cash. I told him I didn't like Johnny Cahs, so he asked if I like The Beatles. I said yes, so he said "But they were in the seventies." Me, showing off my dork-ness, replied "No they weren't. They broke up in 1969." "But they were dorks, they wore glasses." "No, only John Lennon wore glasses." "They're dead." "No, only two of them are dead." "John Lennon was killed because he was a hippie." "Nuh-uh, his killer was mental." "I killed John Lennon." "No, unless you're name is Mark David Chapman." "You're a dork." "I know."

New Blog!

My friend has made a blog: http://rayneunwritten.blogspot.com/

New Project!

Now that science fair is over, I have another school project. History Day. Though I do think History Day is more free. The theme this year is individuals in history, so I'm doing Julia Butterfly.

Also, I'm making a crossword puzzle about moi! Maybe I'll bring it to the 60th anniversary, I don't know. I will show it to my friends to see if they know about me.

Yesterday was Hilarious!

• Yesterday mom was in a big tirade, until I spiked her tea with rescue remedy.
• I found my mp3 player in a random basket in the living room. (Thank you short attention span!)
• I managed to stuff most of my drum set into my room.
• And Andelle didn't seem that angry!
• I made a prize for my superlative (Hobo Chic) and now I wish I didn't have to give it away.
• I *kind of* finished my outfit. I'll have to touch it up tomorrow morning.
• Also, I've had this song stuck in my head forever:

Okay Then...

I have nothing to blog about, so I went online and searched "blog topics" I'm so bored, I'm going to answer these questions about making a blog even though I don't need to :D

Are you certain you know enough about this subject to write about it on a consistent basis?
Well, this blog is about me, and I know a good amount about me to write consistently.

Will this subject offer you enough variety and opportunities to go off on a tangent or two?
Middle School is never boring (except for the learning part...) The point is, it stretches.

Does this subject offer you a way to connect with other people, with yourself, or with the outside world?
Everybody has been 13 before.

Can you write with some authority on this subject?
Authority is my middle name. Actually, it's Tekla.

Do you really love this subject?
I love me!

Is there room for growth in this subject area?
I grow, the blog grows.

Is this blog topic one that gives back and contributes to others?
Yeah, now my mom won't have to ask me how my day went at school. (Kidding, she never asks)

*Shudder*

Orthodontist appointment Monday morning. Wish me luck.

On a happier (kinda) note, it's time to vote for eighth grade superlatives. My friend is telling everyone to vote me prettiest eyes. I'll probably lose to the popular (fake) girls.

Oh No!

I can't find my MP3 player! The last time I saw was on last Saturday. I decided not to bring it when I went to General Smallwood's house to clean. I now pronounce it officially lost! It sucks because it's really small and my only headphones were connected to it, so now the only way I can listen to music is through my crappy speakers. I have a song stuck in my head, and now the only way to listen to it is dad's records.

Chorus Class

In Chorus, we had to pick two Christmas songs to sing. Me and my friend were telling all the boys who would listen what songs to vote for. The songs that won were Santa Baby and I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Clause. Okay then, not too bad. And for festival we had to pick between two songs to start on first. It was between a spiritual and a silly song. Thank goodness the silly song won.

Oh My Bob!

During the 6th grade performance, the eighth graders were stuck in the chorus room listening to their iPods and texting on their cell phones. Meanwhile me and my friend were running around, saying "Phail!" to the people we don't like. Like my former friend wearing gobs of make up and a skirt shorter than mine; to the dork going around and picking fights while wearing a zip-up tie; and to our friend who's a guy because he just plain phails. Later, my friend starts drawing burning crosses (she's agnostic) and this short girl (and I mean really short, who's very mean and acts like she's ten feet tall) comes up and asks, "Do you even know what that means? Are you in the KKK?" and we're like "Nooo." We explain that I'm atheist and that she's agnostic, and that we really don't care. More girls come up and watch us. "Do you know that you go to hell if you don't get baptized?" "How do you know, have you died?" "I know because it says so in the bible?" "Who said the bible was real?" Then this girl, who's a daughter of a preacher or related to one or something, starts going off on us. "I don't know what kind of sh*t you're parents have been teaching you, but God is real..." and she just goes on like that, until one of her friends drag her away while she was still yelling. My friend says to me, "I've only been to church once, and that was to get baptized. My parents said if I've ever wanted to go I could just ask." I told her that when I was christian, I was super christian, and that I went to church all the time. My former friend turned around and smiled. I poked her and said, "Yeah, I went to her church. Her church was weird. They were talking about how we don't come from monkeys or something." Well back then when I was nine it made sense. People related to monkeys? Insane! But now I know better. I turnerd to my friend and said "I will convert you."

I'm So Alone!

No one's home, and it's so quiet. Today is my chorus concert, so I had to take a shower and scrub my pen tatoos off. I come downstairs, and the TV was on. Interesting... Now Andelle's home. Yay!

My Ring

I have this cool ring I wear on my left ring finger. It's a crescent moon with a face, and a ying-yang between it's two points, forming a circle. People keep asking if it's a promise ring, or a purity ring. I think that promise rings and purity rings are stupid. Who are you going to promise yourself to when you're in middle school? And purity rings, how hard is it to just refuse sex? Why do you need a ring to remind yourself?

This Week

• On Sunday, Smallwood had a park meeting, so as mom was sitting down at the big table, I was like "Nooo! Sit next to meeee!" So she was like "Okay, then..." I laughed, saying "I bet you haven't heard that in a while." Then at home in the kitchen, an awesome song popped up on my mp3 player, which caused me to bounce around a lot.
• On Monday, in French class, I got moved next to my friend, which was awesome. Though the teacher has an annoying habit of calling me Helen one second, then calling me Hélène (A-len) another.
• On Tuesday I made my first hack, which caused me to completely deconstruct another one. Also, me and mom have started noticing dad acting funny when he carried his bucket full of beer to the living room because it was cold. Mom said "Imagine if you treated us the way you treat your beer."
• On Wednesday in GTT there was a ub, which was awesome. The sad part is Gateway Tech actually seems fun now, especially since I'm not in the back anymore.
• On Thursday during health, my group had to get rid of a person, so they all looked to me and said "Haven, you're a hippie, you're a pacifist." And I was like "Nooo! They'll eat me! I'm a hippie with social issues!" Of course, they don't think that's possible, but I managed to stay in anyway. Our group had a make a skit about getting proffesional help for serious problems, so they made me a radical hippie pothead named Rainbow. The role I was fine with, the name; not so much. Also, this weird boy on the bus turned to me and said, "Haven, I love you." which was kind of creepy, but hilarious, so I answered "Thanks?" He laughed saying "I'm so high right now. I'm so freaky right now I don't get high, I get low."
• Today I felt really sick since I didn't eat breakfast because I slept in because last night Andelle didn't turn her light off until midnight.

Ewww

My dad is making beer, and it looks and smells so disgusting! But the good thing is the kit came in a box full of dissolvable packing peanuts, that me and Andelle love to nom on. *nomnomnom*

Super Obama World!!!

http://superobamaworld.com/

As you know, I finished my Mario game, so I needed something else to do. Then I found out about this. It's like Mario, and it's so addicting!
You're Obama in Alaska, fighting pigs with lipstick, Russians, and Palin on a snow-mobile while collecting lapel pins.

OMG PWNEHS!

On my birthday, two ponies were born on PI, and I just felt like showing them off.


Minori: A Japanese unisex name meaning "beautiful harbor; village of beautiful fields."














Portunus: Roman sea god meaning "of the harbor."













Now you're probably wondering, "Wait, these aren't ponies." You're right, they're not. They're magical ponies! They're phoenix ponies, my favorite breed of ponies. As you can see both of their names mean harbor. I'm dedicating these two wonderful ponies to this wonderful blog!

Observations

I've made some interesting observations today.

1. Girls carry their books on their hips, holding them up with one hand, sometimes two. Maternals instincts?
2. That the two christians in science are getting seriously annoying. In my earlier post, when they were tlaking about religion, I could understand why they were so passionate. But now they were just being buttheads. The girl behind me was combing through my rat's nest of hair, and even cut my split ends off. She just got so annoying, especially when she would hit me if I didn't give her the answers to the busywork, and when she'd always call the boy next to me to comment on my hair. I swear I was going to do something when she started to call my friend a racist when she said she wished McCain won. The boy next to me kept on asking if I brushed my hair at all and telling me my hair was nappy. I finally spoke up when he asked where the periodic table of elements are in the agenda book, and I replyed, "Up yours."
3. One girl is officially not my bff anymore. Whatever happened to the tomboy I knew, who were scoff at makeup, and want to be a boy for Holloween. Now she wears lip gloss, eyeshadow, mascara, and eyeliner. For Holloween she went as punk, in black leggings and black, red, and white plaid miniskirt. She never gets on PI anymore and she's stopped riding horses. No more country for her, she listens to the Jo Bros. and Flyleaf. She keeps on saying she has love problems, guys are stalking her, and her parents are stupid and crazy. She's turned into every other perverted girl who hilights her hair insane colors, wears black and hot pink, and loves peace signs as a fashion statement, not a symbol. Before she would be my best friend when her other friends weren't around, and now I'm just an acquaintance all the time; just a neighbor. The final straw was when a fellow girl scout asked if we were friends.

At Peace At Last

Obama won, I went on a feild trip to Mount Vernon and met amusing English people, my friends are awesome, I have half a gallon of whole, and I have a red pen. There's still a nagging in my head, a buzzing in my ear, and question in my heart. But listening to my playlist made it all better. Why? This song:

Mad Exciting!

Lat night during the election, I beat my Mario game! It was freakin' sweet! Oh yeah, and Obama won, which is awesome. This annoying girl on my bus who reprimands me for being atheist was talking about how we're all going to die now that Obama is president elect. She also said that black people only voted for him because of his skin color. So? Let them be, it was their decision who they voted for. I'm pretty sure a lot of white people voted for McCain based on his skin color, too. By the way, Mom still won't tell me who she voted for. But I garuantee, I will find out! It's between Bob Barr and Obama.

Aaaaaaaaaarrrgghhh!

These darn christians I sat in front of and beside in science are just plain annoying. They just randomly started talking about how reincarnation is stupid. The girl was talking about how her pastor said that is you cared about someone, that they should tell them about Jesus; and if you didn't care about someone, let them go to hell. The boy thought it would be hilarious for me to die 64 times a day in eternal flames. They both came to the conclusion that it would be amusing if I was wrong, and that they were ashamed of me. That's great for them and all, but why do they even have to talk to me?

Halloween

Halloween was awesome! I went over to one of my friend's house, surprising our other friends who were there to trick-or-treat with us. We went all around her neighborhood, but eventually we had to split apart since one girl had to get home. We went to one person's house so their mother could drive the girl home. Their house was awesome! They had a wii, an air hockey table, surround sound. Then it got late, so me and my friend got droven to her house. We had a candy exchange, hot chocolate, and watched Sweeney Todd. It was a good movie, but creepy.

Oh...

Before I wanted to turn 13. 12 just seemed so young, so naive. Now I feel, well, blah. Last night my mom asked, "Are you ready to turn 13." And, without hesitation, I answered, "No, do I have to be?" I suddenly realised that teenager-dom didn't seem so great. Oh well, too late. Though I did get some sushi :D

Math Meets Art

I haven't posted in a while beacues of stupid brain-block, but when mom made me watch Nova last night, I had an idea on what to post.

Contemplate and observe:

Beaded Chains

Last night I took a shower and scrubbed all my tatoos off. When I got into my bed, I was so tired. I bought ankelets at a summer camp, and I haven't took them off since. I even took showers in them. Last night they felt so heavy, so cold, so wet. I immediately started to untie them, but I couldn't since they were so wet. I searched around for something sharp, and took a pin from a button and started hacking away at them with surprised frustration. I accidently pricked myself, but I only stopped a second to see if it was bleeding. With the last of my patience, I pulled both of them off and put them on my dresser. I was tired of the beads falling off, I was tired of hiding them beneath my socks in gym, I was tired of them soaking in water. I was just tired!

Poetry Club

Today was the first meeting of the poetry club at my school. Fortunately it consisted of a little group of friends I had, unfortunatly I'm not very close to them. I mean, I think they are too cool, and one of them is my best friend, but with the otehrs I'm just too guarded and self-conscious. My last best friend decided to be emo/girly, and I knew my current best friend last year, but I want more best friends but I'm just too...scared. What if they all turn emo/girly, choose to ignore me, and only pretend to be my best friend if their other friends aren't around? So I forgot that I had to bring some poetry, so I hastily grab a small poem I wrote that I kept stored in locker about my little problem with my friends. So I sit down and wonder if I have any other poems in my backpack, and it turns out I have almost all my songs in there. Ms. Turner asked if I wanted to share, and I was kinda like "No, maybe...later..." Everyone starts talking about poetry, and everyone says they hate rhyming poems, which made me want to evaporate. I can't help but rhyme poems. There's something in my head that wants me to rhyme. I've never seen it as anything less than a gift, but now it just seems like a curse. So then it was creativity time, and it was silent for a few minutes, then we got to talking about random stuff, mostly about dreams. One girl explains a dream that had to do with balconies, and afterwards I stated that "that is why I'm afraid of balconies." Let me tell you, it's annoying how much my friends don't care for the balconies in my school, while I'm gripping the opposite wall hoping one of them doesn't "accidently" bump me. Randomly, my best friend grabs my poem and runs. Normally I wouldn't have bothered, but she was about to read it out loud. It's not actually a bad poem, but it's about a dodo bird, which might make the others not take it so seriously. So we're having a wrestling match, and I guess I was winning, but I still couldn't get the paper back since I folded it up so dang small. I only got it back after the teacher intervened (finally). Finally the day was over. Before they left, they told Ms. Turner that they can't get offended easily. Lucky them. I get offended so easily, and I care what other people think. They have no idea how long I spend in front of the mirror, trying to find the perfect outfit that made me look like I didn't give a damn while still looking good.

Hallie's Anti-Writer's Block List

Since I'm having writer's block again, so Hallie nicely made me a list of topics.
The election:
*Sigh* All I can say is I hope McCain doesn't win.
Science projects:
It's annoying. My observations and data are due Nov. 3-14, which means I'll have to get to an art museum sometime soon.
Art projects:
What art projects?
Halloween:
I'm between being a park ranger and an emo. Andelle says she'll walk with my, but she wants to power walk and go all the way down the hill. Maybe my friend will offer me to trick-or-treat in her neighborhood
Your upcoming birthday:
What can I say about it? It's in 10 days.
Your tshirt hacking:
Umm...*cough* About that...
The definition of "geek":
What was Hallie thinking? Geeks for me are people who are really academically smart that flaunt it and are usually strong in maths and sciences.
The definition of "hippie":
*shakes fist at Hallie* A person in the arts who loves nature, are not afraid to be themselves, and are generally all around awesome.
A book you are currently reading:
The Other Boleyn Girl...again.
A movie you saw recently:
The last movie I saw was a stupid Goosebumps movie on Disney channel, "Night of the Living Dummies, Part III", which made Andelle go hysterical about how crappy it was and how they could possibly have been two others. She screamed while watching it though, which was pretty funny.

INNERNETS!!!

So incase anybody hasn't noticed, I haven't been on lately because my dad turned off my internets. I know I shouldn't be obsessing over it, but they want me to make a Fibonacci gauge, but I need to print one out of the internet. Thankfully Ysa has been feeding my pwnehs, and Andelle has been supplying me with my daily dose of useless YouTube videos. Now, for my entertainment, a video.

Camp

Once again I have nothing important to post, so I'll write about my weekend. I went camping with my girl scout troop, but only seven girls went, including myself, so that was a big plus since when everybody comes it's a big disaster. We slept in two seperate trailers. I got the trailer with the awesome leader and my friends, while the other loud girls got the annoying leader (I think she's annoying because she complains about everything little thing!). We got to go to a dance in our pajamas, which was fun. I bough glasses that had lights on it, so whenever a song came on that I didn't know, I put on the glasses and bobbed my head. My friends even made me do the soulja boy, but it was all good. I was having a good time, though some boys got a little weird and started dancing around. They lifted each other up and danced all stupid like. One danced too close to me, so I sat with my leaders. They said that they liked boys like that, boys who didn't care what anybody else thought. My opinion is there's a thin line between not caring what anybody else thought and just being plain ignorant. Though one of my leaders did tell me that what they noticed is that I have fun whatever I do, which was nice to hear. In the final song we got into a "love circle" where we all held hands and swayed back and forth. We also went to Assateague and saw some wild ponies, which was awesome. And now I know another thing I can be for holloween...a park ranger! I have a junior park ranger badge, and I can use my mom's old name tag and belt from when she was a park ranger.

Song

I haven't written a song in forever, so I feel like now would be a good time to start again.

You're out to steal the world
That took me too long to make
The things you've said and done
No longer in your wake

Shared expressions paint the wall
Opinions shared out loud
Why be the broken nail
When you get lost in the crowd

[Chorus]
Let’s save the world today
Let’s go a different way
Let’s start a new tomorrow
Let’s end all the sorrow
Let’s stop before it really begins
Let’s let the best side win

Old baptismal gown
Torn, bloody, and cold
Your mind wreaks havoc
When painted with fool’s gold

Delirious and cheery
Like vultures on their prey
Forget what you’ve forgotten
Never let the rest fade away

[Chorus]

What have I begun?
I have a lot to learn
But in the meanwhile
I’ll let the fires burn

Stepping from the ashes
A phoenix reborn
Why did I have to change
To this nature of forlorn

[Chorus]

I’ll save the world today
I’ll go a different way
I’ll start a new tomorrow
I’ll end all the sorrow
I’ll stop before it really begins
I’ll let the good side win

Today

I have no clue what to write, so I'll just write my day. This morning I stole Andelle's MP3 player (she left it in the bathroom!) and was listening to "The Speed of Sound" by Coldplay when I realized that a certain lyric was too familiar:

Every chance you get is a chance you seize

It was then when I remembered where I wrote that poem that I wrote in another post. I was at a hotel and snuck into the bathroom with Andelle's MP3 player over the summer, where I layed in the bathtub weilding a pen, trying to get my creative juices flowing. I now feel a bit like a failure.
These two girls on the bus were trying (unsuccesfully) to convert me, which they seem to do when they are bored, or when they remember that they're christian and that they have a heathen in their midsts.
In science the girl behind me is either trying to convert me, hook me up with a guy, style my hair, or stealing my purse. To day it was trying to style me and steal my purse. My friend A decided to take my one of my necklace's I left in my purse and promised to give it back in PE. For some reason, all my friends like my necklaces.
In French my friend B's purse was making noises, but she was all the way across the room with a teacher, so I was frantically searching for the sound.
In PE A gave back my necklace, and my friend C wanted to come over to my house in Wednesday, which is something to look forward to.
I was looking everywhere for C's number, so I decide to call friend D to see if she had her number, and she did. I told her that C was going to come over on Wednesday, which is why I needed her number. D made a sound full of question and envy which is funny because it sounded like an "mmm" sound, but it was quick and...strange. D jealous?
Now I'm at home, Andelle seems to be out to kill me for some reason, and I'm starting to hate the phone.

Funness!

On Sunday I'm going to the Renn. Fest with my two best friends, so this should be interesting. It's the first time one of my friends have been there, so me and my other friend will introduce her to the world of pirates and gypies!

Sores

Some habits never die. I had an annoying habit in elementary where I would bite the inside of my mouth, causing sores. Sometimes I would be biting and not even realizing it. Sometimes I would wake up in the morning and my lip would be swollen. Once again the stupid habit decided to revisit me. Now I'm eating strawberry sorbet thinking it might help, but I accidently bit down on it, and it HURTS! RARRRRGHH!!!

Math

What does Science + Art + Math equal? A frazzled Haven. Writing a research paper on Golden Rectangles in art was harder than I thought. Writing a research paper on the QWERTY keyboard was much easier, strangely. Now I'm a bit angry that my science fair topic goes in the "Mathematical Science" category, since mathematics is definitely not my forte. I took a one minute break to get some sanity back, but now I'm going back to looking up the Fibonacci sequence.

Aches

Yesterday in PE we had to run across the gym for the whole period. Today my legs hurt like heck, and my day hasn't been very peachy keen either. For one, I'm starting to hate peaches, or at least those fake ones that come in cups. And in language arts, this girl who's like everyone's best friend decided to name everyone in the class who she didn't like. Unfortunately I sit at her table so I heard everything. She named an annoying kid who asks too many questions, my best friend, and "Someone She Won't Mention", who would most likely be me since she called me the b-word last year. Her and her best friend are very open about not liking me or my best friend, but it's not like we go around and bad mouth everyone me hate. Or at least I don't.

Holes

While my friend decided what me and her got convicted for in a math project we were doing, an administrator was called for me. The reason: holes in my jeans. As soon as I saw him darken the doorway and look my way, I knew. My friend was going crazy, thinking I was getting switched to another class. I calmed her down while I walked to the front of the class. "Do you know what you're here for?" he asked. "Yes, yes." I knew it all before. He looked at my knees, and I tried hard not to roll my eyes. "You're good," like he even had a doubt. Every time, I swear... "I wore these all the time last year," I say to make sure he doesn't waste his, and my, time again. When I sit down, my math teacher looks my way and says "The hole gets bigger when you wash them, you know. Watch out." Like I care.

I'm sorry if I'm sounding like Kenley, but today in PE we had to do something like a pacer, but WORSE.

Poem

I found this poem in my old notebook. It's amazing what you make that you don't even remember. I must've been pissed.

Every chance you get

Is a chance you seize

Faking it all

And aiming to please

Smiting the truth:

You do it with ease

I won't fall for you're spell

Or catch your disease

Airplanes

When I was younger I would always wave at a plane and whisper "Hi daddy" because I always thought my dad would be on that plane. Now that I'm older, and a lot less innocent, I wonder more. I wonder where those people on the planes are going to, where they came from, or where they're coming back to. And most importantly, why do the planes go so darn fast?

Numbers

When asked about the song One After 909, John Lennon said "That was something I wrote when I was about seventeen. I lived at 9 Newcastle Road. I was born on the ninth of October-- the ninth month. It's just a number that follows me around, but numerologically, apparently I'm a number six or a three or something, but it's all part of nine." I believe every culture has that one, or more, number that they depend on, that's lucky for them. Wasn't that why China held the Olympics on 8/8/08? I always believed my lucky number was three since I was born on October 30, 1995 (1+9+9+5=24, 2+4=6). But on the day when I was getting my braces right outside the orthodontist's office, I found a little Uno card. It was a green 7, and just then I realized that everything would be alright. How's that for luck?

Blog

Welcome to Bordomland, somewhere between Pepperland and Candy Land. Hope you enjoy your stay and, remember, the sky is blue. If it's not, you might just have some silly and inexplicable disease. Don't ask me, I'm not a doctor.