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.