Wow. I's been a LOOOOONG time since I last wrote. It's just that there's always something else in the way. Homework, friends, parents, plans. You know, the usual.
High School is... something else. Every day is different in some way, and I've already discoverd as much about my self in one semester as I did in three years of middle school. I've made such awesome new friends, and managed to keep it up twith the old ones. Although lately, David and Alisa have been leaving us to hamg out with some other kids. This may or may not have something to do with the fact that David may or may not like one of them. I don't know why Alisa is gone though. Maybe she just likes them better.
Unfortunately, I haven't seen my best guy-friend Richard since my birthday party, back in JUNE. Every time we try to make plans to meet, something stupid gets in the way, and we never actually get to meet. I tell you, this was easier in middle.
A lot has happened since the last entry, but the most important is that I DON'T LIKE ANYONE! No, I'm not kidding. Really. I'm so proud of myself. I thought that hih school would begin with an onslaught of crushes and secret passions. But there's nothing. Shroom turned out to be a flake, becuase he was completely different when he was just with me, than when he was around everyone else. And I hate that. I hate chameleons. I am, and always have been the same person around everybody, and no one should change who they are to make anyone else happy. The only people I change myself around is my parents, and frankly, nothing can make them happy. I'm only making a small exaggeration.
I made a promise; HI CASEY! I LOVE YOUUU! Casey is my sister (not really. Or parents are old friends, and we've known each other forever.) and I've yet to mention her, and I promised her I'd do it in my next entry. HEEEEY CASE!
The reason for the titile on this particular day is the constant jokes revolving around these topics. Especially in my home. For example, Theresa (my REAL sister) would look at some gross food and say "Ew. That's gross." And almost out of habit I would say "YOU'RE gross." Although it often doesn't work. "That's pretty cool" "YOU'RE pretty cool" Get it?
Yo Momma so short, if she jumped off the curb, she'd commit suicide
Christy
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Detention
Yes, that's right. I've never had a detention in my life, and then the first month of High School, BAM! De-ten-tion. I thought it was gonna be like Breakfast Club, where we sat in the library and the teacher ditched us, so we do a whole bunch of stupid crap. But NOOOOOO. Instead, we did manual labor. HOORAY! *sarcasm* I didn't even DESERVE detention. I got it for the stupidest reason. I was late. 3 times. I mean, COME ON! School starts at 7:20!!!! How do they expect us to do that! You know, according to our Circadian Cycles, teenagers should got to sleep at around 11:00 and wake up at nine or ten. It should go like this: Elementary school starts at 8:30 because little kids get up naturally the earliest. Middle starts at 9:15, their cycles starting to go a little off. But High School should start at 10:00. We need to sleep the latest, but we need to wake up the earliest. WHO CAME UP WITH THIS SYSTEM?!?!??!??!?!?! It's so intensely idiotic. Then again, I suppose that the entire schoolboard is. Thank God they had the decency to make Sex Ed optional. I think I would have to shoot somebody.
As to other things... well, there aren't really other things. School is the main thing happening right now. I haven't seen Richard since my party, and Julia got a boyfriend, which is kinda sad. I mean, it's GREAT for her, but just another long and sad remnder for me in what I am lacking. Except for like, a five minute relationship in fifth grade, I've never had a boyfriend. In 8th grade this dude asked me out, but he doesn't count because he looks like his face was stepped on by a rhino. And also had gone out with two of my friends in the previous two months. And asked out another two. I think it was his personal goal to date all of the single girls in 8th grade, which fizzled out at the third rejection. He really WAS ugly.
But yeah. It makes me feel inadequate, ya know? I mean, all of my friends are prettier than me, and have almost all had serious realtionships. And if they didn't, they totally could. I guess part of it is that I intimidate guys. I mean, I dont just walk into a classroom, I bound in. Or, depending on my mood, barrel. Into a classroom, I mean. And I'm pretty tough for a girl. Well actually, I'm pretty tough period. Today in Alg 2, this guy Greg who sits behind me was making all these annoying sounds, and I threatened to brain him with my calculator. I picked it up and moved toward him, and he's all like, "Okay, okay, I'll stop."
So yeah. Maybe that's it. But sometimes, I feel like I'm just not the kind of guy girls like. I'm not all that pretty, I make dirty joke, and I will admit to being kinda annoying at times. But still. You'd think that SOMEONE out of the 3,000 kids at my school (about 1,500 being guys) would be in to me. But I'm not going ot give up hope. It's still the beginning of the year. Things could change.
You deserve the Ice Cream if you chase after the Ice Cream Truck
Christy
As to other things... well, there aren't really other things. School is the main thing happening right now. I haven't seen Richard since my party, and Julia got a boyfriend, which is kinda sad. I mean, it's GREAT for her, but just another long and sad remnder for me in what I am lacking. Except for like, a five minute relationship in fifth grade, I've never had a boyfriend. In 8th grade this dude asked me out, but he doesn't count because he looks like his face was stepped on by a rhino. And also had gone out with two of my friends in the previous two months. And asked out another two. I think it was his personal goal to date all of the single girls in 8th grade, which fizzled out at the third rejection. He really WAS ugly.
But yeah. It makes me feel inadequate, ya know? I mean, all of my friends are prettier than me, and have almost all had serious realtionships. And if they didn't, they totally could. I guess part of it is that I intimidate guys. I mean, I dont just walk into a classroom, I bound in. Or, depending on my mood, barrel. Into a classroom, I mean. And I'm pretty tough for a girl. Well actually, I'm pretty tough period. Today in Alg 2, this guy Greg who sits behind me was making all these annoying sounds, and I threatened to brain him with my calculator. I picked it up and moved toward him, and he's all like, "Okay, okay, I'll stop."
So yeah. Maybe that's it. But sometimes, I feel like I'm just not the kind of guy girls like. I'm not all that pretty, I make dirty joke, and I will admit to being kinda annoying at times. But still. You'd think that SOMEONE out of the 3,000 kids at my school (about 1,500 being guys) would be in to me. But I'm not going ot give up hope. It's still the beginning of the year. Things could change.
You deserve the Ice Cream if you chase after the Ice Cream Truck
Christy
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Attack of the 60 Ft. Lesbian Octopus
No, that is not what is happening right now. It's just a song by a British band called "Does it Offend You, Yeah?". There aren't even any words, but it is concievably the coolest song title I've ever seen.
Damn, it's been a while since I've written. I keep trying, but seeing as I'm not spending as much time at my Grandma's house, where I have nearly unlimited and unsupervised computer access, I am here, at home, and am constantly being thwarted in my efforts to update the public by my overbearing parents.
School is great. I like it so much better than that nerd-hole of a middle school I went to. And I've fallen in love with Drama. And made a ton of new friends. Theres something to be said for being a social teen with no reserves or inhibitions.
And another thing. I'm giving up. On guys. I'm not going les, but seriously. I am sick and tired of puring all of my thoughts and energy to someone (or various someones) who refuse to return it. So I guess you could say that I still like Shroom. But I'm done wasting my energy on him. If by some insane miracle he says he likes me and decides to ask me out, I will indeed jump at the chance. But until then, or until it snows here (whichever happens first. And I will share with you, it has NEVER snowed where I am, as long as I have been around.) I am pretty much done here. OK, my mom is going to be here soon, so I'm out.
What the HELL is a Hufflepuff?
Christy
Damn, it's been a while since I've written. I keep trying, but seeing as I'm not spending as much time at my Grandma's house, where I have nearly unlimited and unsupervised computer access, I am here, at home, and am constantly being thwarted in my efforts to update the public by my overbearing parents.
School is great. I like it so much better than that nerd-hole of a middle school I went to. And I've fallen in love with Drama. And made a ton of new friends. Theres something to be said for being a social teen with no reserves or inhibitions.
And another thing. I'm giving up. On guys. I'm not going les, but seriously. I am sick and tired of puring all of my thoughts and energy to someone (or various someones) who refuse to return it. So I guess you could say that I still like Shroom. But I'm done wasting my energy on him. If by some insane miracle he says he likes me and decides to ask me out, I will indeed jump at the chance. But until then, or until it snows here (whichever happens first. And I will share with you, it has NEVER snowed where I am, as long as I have been around.) I am pretty much done here. OK, my mom is going to be here soon, so I'm out.
What the HELL is a Hufflepuff?
Christy
Sunday, August 22, 2010
The End
This is it. The end of summer. Tomorrow morning, I begin High School. I honestly can't believe it. I still feel like I'm going to wake up at noon tomorrow, just another nameless day in the blended months of summertime. I'm still in summer mode. Last year I went to bed at one thirty and woke up at three. I feel lime it's going to be worse today because a totally new school and a completely new experience. Oh, and guess what, faithful readers! Yes, I knew you'd get it. There's a new guy. I will explain nothing about him because he reads this blog. He will be known only as Shroom. This is an inside joke. So beware guys reading this blog that know me. It could be anyone of you (except for you, Richard. You're safe.) And I really like Shroom. More than I liked Brian. Which, admittedly wasn't a whole lot. I just, like three minutes ago, got my schedule. It looks like this:
Spanish 3
Drama 1
Algebra 2 Honors Gifted
English 1 Pre IB
AP World History
Chemistry 1 Pre IB
Yeah, I'm in 9th grade.
Yesterday I saw Salt with Julia and Chaz. Yesterday was how the name Shroom came about. I want to write more, bit I'm scared that Shroom will se it and find out who is. I'll give one hint. He's been mentioned here before, once. I need to go now. And here ends my last summer entry as a middle schooler.
Don't be an incorrigible pile of Eskimo with a caramel ribbon.
Christy
Spanish 3
Drama 1
Algebra 2 Honors Gifted
English 1 Pre IB
AP World History
Chemistry 1 Pre IB
Yeah, I'm in 9th grade.
Yesterday I saw Salt with Julia and Chaz. Yesterday was how the name Shroom came about. I want to write more, bit I'm scared that Shroom will se it and find out who is. I'll give one hint. He's been mentioned here before, once. I need to go now. And here ends my last summer entry as a middle schooler.
Don't be an incorrigible pile of Eskimo with a caramel ribbon.
Christy
Friday, August 20, 2010
Monday, August 9, 2010
Back Where I Began
Right back where summer started. At my grandma's house, doing nothing but watching TV and getting fat. The college camp ended on Tuesday, where I admitted to Brian that I liked him up until Friday, which is when I realized that I was an idiot and that I should get over myself as well as him. Wednesday through Friday, I went back and worked at my brothers summer camp. I can satisfactorily say that Wednesday was the 7th best day of my life, because I made a list. That's just the kind of thing that I do in my spare time. We played a WICKED game of street hockey. And I got to wear a mustache! It would have been higher on my list, except that I had to watch everyone eating Hungry Bear subs and I didn't get to eat any because they ordered they day before and I wasn't there. And Friday was the last day of camp, when we had our annual camp carnival. And we started a new tradition, too. A staff hockey game. It was SO INCREDIBLY BEAST! Even better than the one on Wednesday, and that was pretty damn awesome. Except that it ended in a tie. That's no way to end a summer! We did have a buzzer score though, thanks to Phillip. I thought that only happened in movies. I saw a bunch of old friends, and made some new ones. Like Caleb who is exceedingly hot and very funny. And also plays sports. That boy has pretty much got it made in life. Caleb, if you ever read this, you're a lucky boy, and it was pretty cool to randomly see you at Target yesterday.
Oh, my God, School starts this month! It's terrible! My summer is almost over! Wh-hy-hy-hy?? I don't want to back to school!! *Cries out the Mississippi River and hydrates the Sahara Desert* I mean sure, High School will be cool, but summer is cooler. Metaphorically speaking, of course. A cool summer here would be like hell freezing over. And also, HOMEWORK! DUH DUH DUUUUUUH! I HATE homework! Does any sane person (with the exception of Melina, who's sanity is in question anyways) not? It would be nice to not have to deal with that. And I still have to to all of my summer homework. Dammit.
"You didn't touch anything, did you?"
"No."
"Good. Because all of my filth is arranged in alphabetical order. This, for instance, is under 'H' for 'toy.'"
"What is it?"
"It's a penis stretcher. Do you want to try it?"
I LOVE REAL GENIUS!!
Christy
Oh, my God, School starts this month! It's terrible! My summer is almost over! Wh-hy-hy-hy?? I don't want to back to school!! *Cries out the Mississippi River and hydrates the Sahara Desert* I mean sure, High School will be cool, but summer is cooler. Metaphorically speaking, of course. A cool summer here would be like hell freezing over. And also, HOMEWORK! DUH DUH DUUUUUUH! I HATE homework! Does any sane person (with the exception of Melina, who's sanity is in question anyways) not? It would be nice to not have to deal with that. And I still have to to all of my summer homework. Dammit.
"You didn't touch anything, did you?"
"No."
"Good. Because all of my filth is arranged in alphabetical order. This, for instance, is under 'H' for 'toy.'"
"What is it?"
"It's a penis stretcher. Do you want to try it?"
I LOVE REAL GENIUS!!
Christy
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Dream Planters
I just saw Inception with Julia and Jordan. Best. Movie. Ever. I had kind of lost hope in humanity when it came to movies, because in the past five years, most of them (with the exception of Kung Fu Panda, Toy Story 3, and Despicable Me, all animated) have totally sucked. But Inception renewed my faith in mankind. Hooray, Hans Zimmer!
Completely unrelatedly, CTI (college tour institute, dubbed by Ebony) ends Tuesday, and me and my friend Kristin have to perform Breakaway as a 'graduation' song. In front of hundreds of people, including the principal of a very prestigious arts high school. Now, I'm happy wih where I'm going, but what what if they offer me a position? I didn't audition there, becasue A) I knew I wouldn't get in, and B) I don't really want a career in acting or singing. But if they really like me, should I go? I already had to make a decision between two completely awesome high schools. I don't want to do it again. But it's probably not going to happen. I'm not that good.
And then there's Brian. Ever since the trip, he's been avoiding me. I think he possibly has the sneaking suspicion that I like him. But that's too bad, because after Tuesday, I may never see him again. I NEED to stop liking assholes. It will be the ruin of me one day.
How many among you love, like, or are even remotely interested in Harry Potter? *Counts raised hands and nods in satisfaction* A lot of you I see, (this is an entirely metaphorical assessment.) Well, if you do, you HAVE to watch A Very Potter Musical, and then A Very Potter Sequel. I nearly crapped my pants, I was laughing so hard. I must warn you though, there is frequent...mature... language in both of them. I wouldn't recomend them if you're under the age of ten. You wouldn't really get it if you're that young anyways. But seriously, there are very few Youtubed things of this stature. StarKidPotter, if you ever read this, you are a genius, and I kiss the ground you walk upon. Thanks for changing the way that I look at life.
Buenos dias,
mi gusto patatas frías,
el bigote de las cabras
es Cameron Díaz.
(Good Morning
I like cold potatoes
the moustache of the goat
is Cameron Diaz)
Communtiy, For The Win.
Christy
Completely unrelatedly, CTI (college tour institute, dubbed by Ebony) ends Tuesday, and me and my friend Kristin have to perform Breakaway as a 'graduation' song. In front of hundreds of people, including the principal of a very prestigious arts high school. Now, I'm happy wih where I'm going, but what what if they offer me a position? I didn't audition there, becasue A) I knew I wouldn't get in, and B) I don't really want a career in acting or singing. But if they really like me, should I go? I already had to make a decision between two completely awesome high schools. I don't want to do it again. But it's probably not going to happen. I'm not that good.
And then there's Brian. Ever since the trip, he's been avoiding me. I think he possibly has the sneaking suspicion that I like him. But that's too bad, because after Tuesday, I may never see him again. I NEED to stop liking assholes. It will be the ruin of me one day.
How many among you love, like, or are even remotely interested in Harry Potter? *Counts raised hands and nods in satisfaction* A lot of you I see, (this is an entirely metaphorical assessment.) Well, if you do, you HAVE to watch A Very Potter Musical, and then A Very Potter Sequel. I nearly crapped my pants, I was laughing so hard. I must warn you though, there is frequent...mature... language in both of them. I wouldn't recomend them if you're under the age of ten. You wouldn't really get it if you're that young anyways. But seriously, there are very few Youtubed things of this stature. StarKidPotter, if you ever read this, you are a genius, and I kiss the ground you walk upon. Thanks for changing the way that I look at life.
Buenos dias,
mi gusto patatas frías,
el bigote de las cabras
es Cameron Díaz.
(Good Morning
I like cold potatoes
the moustache of the goat
is Cameron Diaz)
Communtiy, For The Win.
Christy
Monday, July 19, 2010
OOOOHHHH YEEEEAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!
This is SO COOL! Seeing as I'm out of town, and am leaving tomorrow morning, I feel safe disclosing the fact that I am in Tampa. But there ain't know way in hell I'm telling you the name of my hotel. But we are having FUN! The only person here from my school (besides my sister. And me) Is my friend Cave (pronounced Cahv-ay. We all call him by his last name). He has a friend whos most desperate wish is to get laid this summer. *cough* MANWHORE *cough*. He's going into the 9th grade for God's sake! He doesn't need to get laid! So what we did was, he called him with my phone. Cave says "So yeah, my friend, she lent me her phone." And then his friend says, "She? Her? Is she hot?" So he asked to talk to me, and I kept on flirting with him and messing with him. And I gave him a nickname. His name is Charles, and I called him Chaz. In my, opinion? Best. Nickname. Ever. And we saw FGCU, which is a totally gorgeous college. Okay,I'm gonna cut this short, because its late, and I keep getting distracted. But i want to say thanks to Erick for reading these. THANKS ERICK! There.
Puffy or Crunchy Cheetos?
Puffy. Definitely Puffy.
Christy
Puffy or Crunchy Cheetos?
Puffy. Definitely Puffy.
Christy
Saturday, July 17, 2010
A Whole Week Without Supervision!
That's right! A whole week! I'm going out of town for 5 days, and my mom is not allowed! That makes me so happy.
I realized something last night. When it comes to matters of the heart, I am a coward. The guy I like (and I'm putting his real name), Brian, Is just cool. In general. And I want to tell him that I like him (I've decided that it's actual like, and not just interest)but I'm not brave enough. I can stand up in fornt of a crowd of hundreds, and give an improvised speech. I can sing in front of all of them too. I can Jump off of my roof. I can do a bunch of gymnastic tricks. BUT I CAN'T TELL A GUY THAT I LIKE HIM! A guy thats YOUNGER than me! Am I the only one whot thinks that there's something wrong with that picture?! I'm even too scared to give him the website for this, because now it's here, plain as day and available to the whole world that I like him. I've never actually told a guy that I like them. I've successfully told them that I USED to like tham. But not presently. Cuz once, there was this guy, Nick, and I liked him for a good LONG time. SO this jerk Satyen goes and tells him, and it completely ruined our realtionship. He would never be alone with me, or talk to me one on one, until a year later when I stopped liking him, and told him. I was permanantly scarred by that experience, and feel that if I ever tell a guy that I like him, then it will completely screw up our friendship, and Brian and I have a great friendship. I have to spend a week in close contact with him, and it would be awkward. But I want to tell him soon, so that if the highly improbable does happen, and he likes me, we can, you know, spend some time together. *Ahem*.
Julia, when you read this, find him online. As in facebook. Due to my not having one. Maybe you can be brave for me?
This is the second Brian I've liked. The first lives down the street from me, is a year older, and I once saw him smoking. So he's definitely out. Even though I haven't liked him in years.
Don't EVER put a plastic bowl full of popcorn kernels in the microwave. It won't end well.
Christy
I realized something last night. When it comes to matters of the heart, I am a coward. The guy I like (and I'm putting his real name), Brian, Is just cool. In general. And I want to tell him that I like him (I've decided that it's actual like, and not just interest)but I'm not brave enough. I can stand up in fornt of a crowd of hundreds, and give an improvised speech. I can sing in front of all of them too. I can Jump off of my roof. I can do a bunch of gymnastic tricks. BUT I CAN'T TELL A GUY THAT I LIKE HIM! A guy thats YOUNGER than me! Am I the only one whot thinks that there's something wrong with that picture?! I'm even too scared to give him the website for this, because now it's here, plain as day and available to the whole world that I like him. I've never actually told a guy that I like them. I've successfully told them that I USED to like tham. But not presently. Cuz once, there was this guy, Nick, and I liked him for a good LONG time. SO this jerk Satyen goes and tells him, and it completely ruined our realtionship. He would never be alone with me, or talk to me one on one, until a year later when I stopped liking him, and told him. I was permanantly scarred by that experience, and feel that if I ever tell a guy that I like him, then it will completely screw up our friendship, and Brian and I have a great friendship. I have to spend a week in close contact with him, and it would be awkward. But I want to tell him soon, so that if the highly improbable does happen, and he likes me, we can, you know, spend some time together. *Ahem*.
Julia, when you read this, find him online. As in facebook. Due to my not having one. Maybe you can be brave for me?
This is the second Brian I've liked. The first lives down the street from me, is a year older, and I once saw him smoking. So he's definitely out. Even though I haven't liked him in years.
Don't EVER put a plastic bowl full of popcorn kernels in the microwave. It won't end well.
Christy
Friday, July 9, 2010
Nerdfighting and Recliner Back Stealing
I made an intersting discovery yesterday. I don't like any of the guys I've been eyeing recently. I am merely interested in them. I know this because I've been bouncing from boy to boy. Out of sight, out of mind. It was different for John (or Mark, if you prefer). But since then, I've thought that I liked 3 guys. And it turns out I didn't. Thats never actually happened before. I usually stick with one guy, good and solid, for a LONG time. There's this new guy on tyhe college tour with me, and I'm interested in him. But the thing is, this started Wednesday, and I'm going to be hanging with him for another 3 weeks. The other guys I spent no more than one week with. Un otro problemo es that he's a year younger than me. He's going into eighth. But I don't care. He makes me laugh. WAY more than Ricky. And he reciprocates. Ricky barely gave me the time of day. Usually, I'm a behavioral specialist. My friends always go to me to find out what guys behavior means or whether they're flirting. I am constantly hanging out with guys. I know how they act (Richard, shut up). But when it comes to me, I can't tell. I can't even tell if I'm flirting. I come back to my friends from a conversation with a guy and they're always like "You were FLIRTING" and I'm completely at a loss. I wish I could tell.
Today, after camp, it was decided that we were going to watch a movie (and it had be something that James, my 5 year old brother, could watch). It ended up being Mary Poppins, which I grew out of a WHILE ago. My sister was sitting in the recliner. My mom wanted to sit there, so she tried to make her stand up. Which having some small semblance of pride, she didn't. In fact, I sat down with her. So my mom calls my dad (who is very big and very scary when fighting against him) to get us out. He was was lying down, so I snicker and say "He's not gonna get up" because he likes lying down (who in God's name doesn't?.) So obvoiusly, he takes the bait, stands up, and tries to oush us out of the chair. We held on for an impressively long time, but eventually, he won. We're both extraordinarily strong girls, but my Daddy's a man beast. So he gets on the chair, and we try to push him off. We almost succeed, but instead remove the back off of the chair. The part you lean on. My sister yells "THIS PART IS OURS!" So we take it back into our room, start yelling what we think as Indian war cries. I pushed my bed in front of the door. My dad just bulled right on through! He opened the door and pushed the bed! Thats crazy. He got the chair back. Unfortubately. I fought like a true nerd though, and I'm proud. Frank, you know what I mean.
HOO HA! NERDFIGHTERS!
Christy
Today, after camp, it was decided that we were going to watch a movie (and it had be something that James, my 5 year old brother, could watch). It ended up being Mary Poppins, which I grew out of a WHILE ago. My sister was sitting in the recliner. My mom wanted to sit there, so she tried to make her stand up. Which having some small semblance of pride, she didn't. In fact, I sat down with her. So my mom calls my dad (who is very big and very scary when fighting against him) to get us out. He was was lying down, so I snicker and say "He's not gonna get up" because he likes lying down (who in God's name doesn't?.) So obvoiusly, he takes the bait, stands up, and tries to oush us out of the chair. We held on for an impressively long time, but eventually, he won. We're both extraordinarily strong girls, but my Daddy's a man beast. So he gets on the chair, and we try to push him off. We almost succeed, but instead remove the back off of the chair. The part you lean on. My sister yells "THIS PART IS OURS!" So we take it back into our room, start yelling what we think as Indian war cries. I pushed my bed in front of the door. My dad just bulled right on through! He opened the door and pushed the bed! Thats crazy. He got the chair back. Unfortubately. I fought like a true nerd though, and I'm proud. Frank, you know what I mean.
HOO HA! NERDFIGHTERS!
Christy
Monday, July 5, 2010
If You're Reading This Hank Green...
Then I absolutely love you. And if John Green is reading this, I love Hank Green even more because he told super-famous-amazing awesome brother about it. And I also really love him, too. Paper Towns is my favorite book ever. To add to list of people I love is Richard, who FINALLY got around to reading my blog, and even followed it. YOU DA BEST, RICHARD! And also Katie, who's telling everybody about the blog, and they don't even know me.
HAPPY BELATED FOURTH OF JULY EVERYBODY!!! I meant to write this yesterday, but I was busy being a lazy bum. And also, if I had written this yesterday, my password notifaction to My Pants wouldn't have failed, and I wouldn't have sent an email to Hank Green, and he wouldn't even have the slightest possiblity of reading this. And to John Green, I'm in the process of writing 2 novels right now, and would SERIOUSLY appreciate any tips you might want to give me. I'm kinda iffy about putting my personal email where the world can see it, so can you like, possibly leave a comment saying that you'll help me (if, you know, you ever actually read this) and I'll email you.
To everyone else out there, you should totally check out brotherhood2.com. It's about how Hank and John Green, brothers, swore not to communicate by text for a whole year, submit a video blog every weekday for the whole year. It's entirely hilarious, and In Your Pants jokes will NEVER get old.
EVERYONE POOPS IN MY PANTS!
Christy
HAPPY BELATED FOURTH OF JULY EVERYBODY!!! I meant to write this yesterday, but I was busy being a lazy bum. And also, if I had written this yesterday, my password notifaction to My Pants wouldn't have failed, and I wouldn't have sent an email to Hank Green, and he wouldn't even have the slightest possiblity of reading this. And to John Green, I'm in the process of writing 2 novels right now, and would SERIOUSLY appreciate any tips you might want to give me. I'm kinda iffy about putting my personal email where the world can see it, so can you like, possibly leave a comment saying that you'll help me (if, you know, you ever actually read this) and I'll email you.
To everyone else out there, you should totally check out brotherhood2.com. It's about how Hank and John Green, brothers, swore not to communicate by text for a whole year, submit a video blog every weekday for the whole year. It's entirely hilarious, and In Your Pants jokes will NEVER get old.
EVERYONE POOPS IN MY PANTS!
Christy
Friday, July 2, 2010
On the Subject of Dogpiles
This past week has been entirely EXHAUSTING. But I loved it. Last year, and for 8 years prior, I was a camper at my church. Every summer, I had a totally kick-ass time, especially last year, when my counselors were Charlie and Amanda. If this ever gets to you, you guys are DA BOMB, and I really wish you would come back. Stupid college summer school requirements. So anyways, I came back as a Volunteer this summer, and I ended up with my little brother James' group. Normally, they would be called the munchkins. Up until this year, there was the Tiny Tots(3-4 year olds), the Munchkin Boys and the Munchkin Girls (2 groups, 5-6 year olds), Shorty Boys and Shorty Girls (7-8 year olds), Junior Boys and Junior Girls (9-10 year olds), and the Teens (11-13 year olds). But this year, they changed it all around, mushed the sexes, and took away our distinctive names. And also, they took the old cool lime green staff shirts and replaced them with these totally gay (no offense to homosexuals, but there is simply no other word for it) yellow tees with with a smiley-faced, besunglassed sun. For my whole life, the C.I.T.'s and volunteers and counselors were green shirts. That's how we referred to them. The green shirts. But now, the year I finally get to wear them, they turn yellow. And the worst part? The campers shirts are lime green. So I look around, see green shirts, and think "authority". Then I remember that they're the kids, and I have to do a mental facepalm. And also, that ugly shade of yellow doesn't match with ANYTHING. Even jeans are a stretch, and who wears jeans in 1,000,000 degree weather?!
Despite the minor *cough* MONUMENTAL *cough* changes, I still love my job. Like I said, I was with my brothers group, and their age is conceivably the best, because they're young enough to be cute, but old enough to behave. And I LOOOVE them. I had two favorites (obviously excepting my brother, cuz that's not allowed), which were Maxie and Sammie, the cutest little boy and girl to ever exist.
We were supposed to go to the beach for our field trip, but we found out yesterday that it was going to rain, and I heard that the water at that particular beach wasn't entirely sanitary. So we made a split-second decision during my lunch break to go to Super Wheels, which got me pretty psyched. I love roller skating.
At the end of the trip, I was tired, hurt, had ripped jeans (I've owned them for THREE YEARS, then comes the skating rink, and cccccccccrrrrrrrrrrr that was my ripping sound effect, and they tear!), a slightly wounded ankle, and an entirely FED UP temperament, I wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep. (Which, I had already done several times during the week, probably not of any shock to you). Imagine my surprise when we walk in the classroom, and all the kids lie down and claim they want a nap! It was glorious. No one actually slept, though, much to my ever-lovin' chagrin. No, they played graveyard. It was after that that it got nasty. I decided to be the nice and cool volunteer, and pick them all up in one arm and swing them around. About ten kids wanted to go "One last time PLEEEEAASE!" three times, so at the end of that, my arm was tired and I was dizzy, and I still had a headache from Super Wheels, so I collapsed on the floor. Then, predictably, one of the more obnoxious kids (ahem, Nathan) yelled "JUMP ON HER!!" And so there I was, at the bottom of a seventeen-child dogpile. And THEY were complaining! They were all like, "Oh, my hair!" and "OUCH my thumb!" And I was lying there underneath them all thinking "SHUT UP you whiny little bastards!" And they hadn't had enough! After Vicky, the counselor, yelled at them enough to get up, they had to jump on my back and try to drag down by hands, and just generally KILL ME!
That's what I get for being the cool one.
Unfortunately, this was my only week, because my mom paid a thousand dollars so me and my sister cold go to some stupid four-week college prep thing What the hell?! I haven't even started high school yet! And it's worse for Theresa, because she just got out of sixth. Sure we get to leave the city for a week, but that's the ONLY worthwhile thing. Three weeks, wasted! I can't even express, without a lot of yelling, how much I DON"T want to do this. I already know where I'm going for college. Stupid college. Can't you wait for another four years, or three even, to bite me in the ass? It begins Monday. God help me.
Why can't you let summer be summer?!
Christy
Despite the minor *cough* MONUMENTAL *cough* changes, I still love my job. Like I said, I was with my brothers group, and their age is conceivably the best, because they're young enough to be cute, but old enough to behave. And I LOOOVE them. I had two favorites (obviously excepting my brother, cuz that's not allowed), which were Maxie and Sammie, the cutest little boy and girl to ever exist.
We were supposed to go to the beach for our field trip, but we found out yesterday that it was going to rain, and I heard that the water at that particular beach wasn't entirely sanitary. So we made a split-second decision during my lunch break to go to Super Wheels, which got me pretty psyched. I love roller skating.
At the end of the trip, I was tired, hurt, had ripped jeans (I've owned them for THREE YEARS, then comes the skating rink, and cccccccccrrrrrrrrrrr that was my ripping sound effect, and they tear!), a slightly wounded ankle, and an entirely FED UP temperament, I wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep. (Which, I had already done several times during the week, probably not of any shock to you). Imagine my surprise when we walk in the classroom, and all the kids lie down and claim they want a nap! It was glorious. No one actually slept, though, much to my ever-lovin' chagrin. No, they played graveyard. It was after that that it got nasty. I decided to be the nice and cool volunteer, and pick them all up in one arm and swing them around. About ten kids wanted to go "One last time PLEEEEAASE!" three times, so at the end of that, my arm was tired and I was dizzy, and I still had a headache from Super Wheels, so I collapsed on the floor. Then, predictably, one of the more obnoxious kids (ahem, Nathan) yelled "JUMP ON HER!!" And so there I was, at the bottom of a seventeen-child dogpile. And THEY were complaining! They were all like, "Oh, my hair!" and "OUCH my thumb!" And I was lying there underneath them all thinking "SHUT UP you whiny little bastards!" And they hadn't had enough! After Vicky, the counselor, yelled at them enough to get up, they had to jump on my back and try to drag down by hands, and just generally KILL ME!
That's what I get for being the cool one.
Unfortunately, this was my only week, because my mom paid a thousand dollars so me and my sister cold go to some stupid four-week college prep thing What the hell?! I haven't even started high school yet! And it's worse for Theresa, because she just got out of sixth. Sure we get to leave the city for a week, but that's the ONLY worthwhile thing. Three weeks, wasted! I can't even express, without a lot of yelling, how much I DON"T want to do this. I already know where I'm going for college. Stupid college. Can't you wait for another four years, or three even, to bite me in the ass? It begins Monday. God help me.
Why can't you let summer be summer?!
Christy
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Rotten Dodgeball Games and Split Pant Legs
This week has been reasonably fun. I'm doing a week long orientation thingy at the school I'm going to. It starts at 9 (I don't function fully till 10. I'm kinda a zombie) and ends at 1:45. Before lunch (which begins at 12 and ends at 12:30) we have these class thingies, that is basically the same thing over and over, and then after lunch, we have a "team building experience" which sounds incredibly lame, but is actually pretty fun. On Monday, we sang "She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain When She Comes" and after each verse, did something ridiculous. For example:
SHE'LL BE COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COMES
WOO WOO
*300- odd freshmen pull arms like truck drivers pulling on their horns*
It was so stupid that I had to love it. We were NOT ALLOWED to sit down while everyone else made a fool of themselves. Not that I minded. I have an unfortunate habit of making a fool of myself. Tuesday, we played the worst game of dodgeball ever organized. It wasn't dodgeball per se. I was "Get Up When I Call Your Line And Throw The Ball Haphazardly At The People On The Other Side Of The Line" But it was fun anyways.
There's this guy (and almost hear all of you reading this. *eye roll* "HERE she goes again" I'm over Mark. Actually, now that I don't like him anymore, his real name was John. John, if you ever read this, you're a jackass. Just saying. So yeah, guy. Again, no real names. His name is VERY distinguishable, and someone reading his is BOUND to know him. Let's call him Ricky. He doesn't look like a Ricky AT ALL. I've known him for a grand total of three days, so I can't really say that I like him, but I CAN say that he is constantly making me laugh, and he's cute. He got his head shaved last night though, and compared to his long hair, it dropped him a couple points. But how shallow and superficial would I be if I decided not to sorta-kinda-maybe like him just cause he got a haircut? You don't like people just for how they look. You like them for who they are. And who he is is funny.
Today in the team-building thingy, i was playing a basketball sort of game, which involved shooting balls into the hoops without stepping in front of the cones (which everyone did anyways). After my turn was over, i sat down and realized that the entire back end of the left leg of jeans had split a foot up my leg! It had already been split a few inches up, thanks to my sister stepping on them, but it wasn't to noticeable. Now I can't wear these again, unless i cut them off. Which I will do. Another pair of shorts to me.
Has anyone ever had a teacher that reminds them of a sassy, but tiny puppy?
Guess that's just me.
Christy
SHE'LL BE COMIN' ROUND THE MOUNTAIN WHEN SHE COMES
WOO WOO
*300- odd freshmen pull arms like truck drivers pulling on their horns*
It was so stupid that I had to love it. We were NOT ALLOWED to sit down while everyone else made a fool of themselves. Not that I minded. I have an unfortunate habit of making a fool of myself. Tuesday, we played the worst game of dodgeball ever organized. It wasn't dodgeball per se. I was "Get Up When I Call Your Line And Throw The Ball Haphazardly At The People On The Other Side Of The Line" But it was fun anyways.
There's this guy (and almost hear all of you reading this. *eye roll* "HERE she goes again" I'm over Mark. Actually, now that I don't like him anymore, his real name was John. John, if you ever read this, you're a jackass. Just saying. So yeah, guy. Again, no real names. His name is VERY distinguishable, and someone reading his is BOUND to know him. Let's call him Ricky. He doesn't look like a Ricky AT ALL. I've known him for a grand total of three days, so I can't really say that I like him, but I CAN say that he is constantly making me laugh, and he's cute. He got his head shaved last night though, and compared to his long hair, it dropped him a couple points. But how shallow and superficial would I be if I decided not to sorta-kinda-maybe like him just cause he got a haircut? You don't like people just for how they look. You like them for who they are. And who he is is funny.
Today in the team-building thingy, i was playing a basketball sort of game, which involved shooting balls into the hoops without stepping in front of the cones (which everyone did anyways). After my turn was over, i sat down and realized that the entire back end of the left leg of jeans had split a foot up my leg! It had already been split a few inches up, thanks to my sister stepping on them, but it wasn't to noticeable. Now I can't wear these again, unless i cut them off. Which I will do. Another pair of shorts to me.
Has anyone ever had a teacher that reminds them of a sassy, but tiny puppy?
Guess that's just me.
Christy
Thursday, June 17, 2010
HOT!!!
Ay, Dios, pero es caliente. As in, I am going to MELT hot. I mean, my grandmas house, (where I am now), is usually sub-zero temperatures. But where I am right now, the office, is HOT. I'm SWEATING! INSIDE! I mean, don't get me wrong, I LOVE the summer. But why can't summer be a nice, cool, 75 degrees? It's like ninety-freakin'-nine outside! Tell me that isn't wrong! Damn global warming.
But I'm actually having a pretty great summer so far. I'm lying around watching TV and eating junk food at my grandma's house. How can I not love that? 2 weeks ago, I was cramming my ass for finals, and now look at me! Well, don't actually, 'cause that would be creepy.
It's not going to last forever, though. Starting next week, I have to do a one week program at my prospective high school. All the cool strands like Drama and Legal are doing it this week. Next week is the boring stuff like IB and medical. But It'll be all right. Almost all my friends are in the same academy as me, and I heard tell from the people who went to the orientation at the normal time (I was busy that weekend. I went during a school day.) that there are a LOT of cute freshies. Adios, Mark. I'm moving to bigger, better, cooler, and NICER things. You'll miss me. If you ever end up finding out.
I LOVE SUMMER! Just, you know, not the heat. Enjoy your two and a half months off people. Despite how much you hope and wish, it wont last forever.
Never doubt a teen with a 'tude. We ALWAYS get our way.
Christy
But I'm actually having a pretty great summer so far. I'm lying around watching TV and eating junk food at my grandma's house. How can I not love that? 2 weeks ago, I was cramming my ass for finals, and now look at me! Well, don't actually, 'cause that would be creepy.
It's not going to last forever, though. Starting next week, I have to do a one week program at my prospective high school. All the cool strands like Drama and Legal are doing it this week. Next week is the boring stuff like IB and medical. But It'll be all right. Almost all my friends are in the same academy as me, and I heard tell from the people who went to the orientation at the normal time (I was busy that weekend. I went during a school day.) that there are a LOT of cute freshies. Adios, Mark. I'm moving to bigger, better, cooler, and NICER things. You'll miss me. If you ever end up finding out.
I LOVE SUMMER! Just, you know, not the heat. Enjoy your two and a half months off people. Despite how much you hope and wish, it wont last forever.
Never doubt a teen with a 'tude. We ALWAYS get our way.
Christy
Monday, June 14, 2010
Partied Like There Was No Tomorrow
That's right. My part kicked SO MUCH ASS!!!!! I'm not going to type too much right now, because I'm on my moms iTouch, which is hard to type on. I would also like to say that my foot hurts. It has taken far more abuse than a poor little foot should take. I can put almost no weight on it, and I have been limping pitifully since Saturday. It was at a hotel, which is the same thing I did for my 9th birthday and my sister did for her 10th. I got a terrbile fever the day of her party. I had to stay in the bed in the hotel room while eveyone else had fun. But that's a different story. From 3 to say, 5ish, we were in the pool. Then we spent the rest of the time running around the hotel, scaring the crap out of the management, and throwing carrots at the balconies of poor innocent victims. Richard, Alisa, and I also jumped from the second story, which is probably one of the prime reasons my foot is hurting. Among other things.
One of the most memorable things that happened was that there was this one time we were all crowded into the elevator. This old man walked in, looked at us all stifling our laughter, then walked right back out. We all started cracking up. I literally could not breath. It doesn't sound that funny, when I look at it. But it was. It was totally hilarious.
Mark, didn't come, but you know what? Who cares? He missed a totally awesome party, and that is his problem. I'm supposed to be at someone elses party right now, but my mom is sick. Mark may or may not there. I was planning on telling him today, but no fiesta for me. I'll find a way to tell him eventually.
Ok, typing on the iTouch is becoming seriously annoying, so I'm out.
Carrots make great missles.
Christy
One of the most memorable things that happened was that there was this one time we were all crowded into the elevator. This old man walked in, looked at us all stifling our laughter, then walked right back out. We all started cracking up. I literally could not breath. It doesn't sound that funny, when I look at it. But it was. It was totally hilarious.
Mark, didn't come, but you know what? Who cares? He missed a totally awesome party, and that is his problem. I'm supposed to be at someone elses party right now, but my mom is sick. Mark may or may not there. I was planning on telling him today, but no fiesta for me. I'll find a way to tell him eventually.
Ok, typing on the iTouch is becoming seriously annoying, so I'm out.
Carrots make great missles.
Christy
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Last Day Of School
I bawled my eyes out. I dodn't actually start crying until I was hugging Richard, then I completely broke down. How? How am I supposed to be able to survive High School without him and Julia? It's like asking me to live without my right arm. At least I get to see him Saturday. SPeaking of, Sam made the playlist for my party, and it is AWESOME! If you ever read this Sam, and you feel that I didn' tell you enough, I LOVE YOU! You are AWESOME! 3rd and 5th period today were amazing. Believe it or not, I stayed in Geometry. By choice. We sang You Belong With Me, Viva La Vida, Hallelujah, and Time of Your Life. Mark was there. He was playing guitar, and extraodinarily unfortunately, he looked hot. School is OVER. What is WRONG with me?!
I also cried last night at Graduation, even though I dodn't want to. I;m not usually a teary person, but tearing me away from my friends does something to me. I had to go through it before in fifth grade. And I HATED it. At least Janay will be with me. She came today, and visitedus. I walk on to my History Teacher's classroom, and start talking to him, when Julia pointed over my shoulder. I turned, saw Janay, and screamed.
Okeedokee, my Dad is getting suspicious, so I gotta go. Everyone who goes (I'm sorry, went) to school with me, I love you. I do. And I'll miss you.
I also cried last night at Graduation, even though I dodn't want to. I;m not usually a teary person, but tearing me away from my friends does something to me. I had to go through it before in fifth grade. And I HATED it. At least Janay will be with me. She came today, and visitedus. I walk on to my History Teacher's classroom, and start talking to him, when Julia pointed over my shoulder. I turned, saw Janay, and screamed.
Okeedokee, my Dad is getting suspicious, so I gotta go. Everyone who goes (I'm sorry, went) to school with me, I love you. I do. And I'll miss you.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Next To Lolcats
FINALS ARE OVER!!!!!!!!! YES!!!!!!!!! As we speak (type), Julia is sitting next to me, looking at lolcats and following my blog. That makes me happy. She's number one, but thers a first for everything. But yeah, no more finals. Today was pretty light. It was also my last P.E. class, which made me sad. I have so many great memories.
Oh. 'Nother problem. Julia keeps adding me, and it's disappearing. You guys have terrible maintainance. You need to fix it.
Richard punched the hell out of my arm today, and I didn't expect it to hurt, but it DID. It stopped after like five minutes though. You know, even though I TOTALLY HATE my school, I'm going to miss all of my friends. The ones who aren't going with me, anyways. Like Julia. And Richard. Damn you, ***** **** ****** **** (not writing my High School. I'm no idiot.)for not letting my friends in.
I'm also depressed for a different reason. Everyone is cancelling on my party. Including Mark, maybe. He's not sure yet. Damn it. Everything seems to be happening that weekend! Crap. Well, I'll just have to deal. I'll see them all on monday, because this other guy is throwing a party.
Julia's mom is kicking me out of her classroom now, so I've got to finish this now. If you're reading this, and I know you, I love you. If you're reading this and I DON'T know you, if you tell at least one of your friends about it, I'll love you too. Unless you're a rapist. Then you don't matter.
"Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a WEASLY!"
Run, Ron, RUN!
Christy
Oh. 'Nother problem. Julia keeps adding me, and it's disappearing. You guys have terrible maintainance. You need to fix it.
Richard punched the hell out of my arm today, and I didn't expect it to hurt, but it DID. It stopped after like five minutes though. You know, even though I TOTALLY HATE my school, I'm going to miss all of my friends. The ones who aren't going with me, anyways. Like Julia. And Richard. Damn you, ***** **** ****** **** (not writing my High School. I'm no idiot.)for not letting my friends in.
I'm also depressed for a different reason. Everyone is cancelling on my party. Including Mark, maybe. He's not sure yet. Damn it. Everything seems to be happening that weekend! Crap. Well, I'll just have to deal. I'll see them all on monday, because this other guy is throwing a party.
Julia's mom is kicking me out of her classroom now, so I've got to finish this now. If you're reading this, and I know you, I love you. If you're reading this and I DON'T know you, if you tell at least one of your friends about it, I'll love you too. Unless you're a rapist. Then you don't matter.
"Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a WEASLY!"
Run, Ron, RUN!
Christy
Monday, June 7, 2010
We Seem To Have A Problem
I just realized that my first post says "June 5, 8:54 PM" It was actually June 6, 12:32 AM. And my last one says 12:51. I posted it at 4:28. And it's 4:45 right now. It seems as thoguh its set for a different time zone. Whatever.
Fix the clocks.
Christy
Fix the clocks.
Christy
Relief
Thank God thats over. I took my Geometry final today. I got a C. Whatever. It's better thana D, but it'll be the only C on my report card this year. And I was so proud of myself. Oh, well. I still have 6 As. Well, technically five, but when I turn in an assignement I'm missing tomorrow it'll be raised to an A. Thats the best GPA I've ever had. When it comes to grades, I'm just on the cusp of pretty good.
I also took my Chorus final today, but that was so easy it's barely worth mentioning. I finished 74 questions in 15 minutes. I always get A's in Chorus.
I handed out the invitaions to my party today, which is next Saturday. I gave one to the guy I like. Let's call him Mark (Richard, if you're reading this, I know you're laughing). Due to my past luck (unluck) with romance, he'll probably find this and read it, so I'm giving him a fake name. To be honest, I'm not actually positive that I like him anymore. Yeah, he's hot, but he's a jerk. I actually liked him for a little while, like seven months ago, but then he called me annoying (not to my face) and i gave up. Then I had this dream that he asked me to prom, and I woke up wanting him to ask me. At first, I didn't want to like him. Actually, I still don't. But eventually, I gave in and started liking him again. With three weeks left of school. And now there are TWO DAYS!!!!!
I am SO GLAD to be out of that hell hole. I won't say where I go, cause there are some crazies out there. But I WILL say that it's nerd school, and that I hate it. It was terrible in sixth grade, because my only friends were in seventh grade, and I didn't have any classes. And all the sixth graders thought I was in seventh. Seventh grade was better, though. I became best friends with Julia in technology, where we ran around in our socks and dragged our pet mouse named Jeffery around the classroom. (It was a spare computer mouse). And since then, we have blatantly disregarded authority. I'm so immeasurbaly sad that I'm not going to High School with her. Whatever. We'll still own the world anyways.
My other best friends are Richard (mentioned previously) and Janay, who is in 9th grade, and is my mother. It's because of her that I am as awesome as I am today. Not going to school with her this year was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She's the only reason I stayed partially sane last year. Now, without her, I have regrettably gone insane.
OH WELL!
Mind the monkeys. They're tricky little buggers.
Christy
I also took my Chorus final today, but that was so easy it's barely worth mentioning. I finished 74 questions in 15 minutes. I always get A's in Chorus.
I handed out the invitaions to my party today, which is next Saturday. I gave one to the guy I like. Let's call him Mark (Richard, if you're reading this, I know you're laughing). Due to my past luck (unluck) with romance, he'll probably find this and read it, so I'm giving him a fake name. To be honest, I'm not actually positive that I like him anymore. Yeah, he's hot, but he's a jerk. I actually liked him for a little while, like seven months ago, but then he called me annoying (not to my face) and i gave up. Then I had this dream that he asked me to prom, and I woke up wanting him to ask me. At first, I didn't want to like him. Actually, I still don't. But eventually, I gave in and started liking him again. With three weeks left of school. And now there are TWO DAYS!!!!!
I am SO GLAD to be out of that hell hole. I won't say where I go, cause there are some crazies out there. But I WILL say that it's nerd school, and that I hate it. It was terrible in sixth grade, because my only friends were in seventh grade, and I didn't have any classes. And all the sixth graders thought I was in seventh. Seventh grade was better, though. I became best friends with Julia in technology, where we ran around in our socks and dragged our pet mouse named Jeffery around the classroom. (It was a spare computer mouse). And since then, we have blatantly disregarded authority. I'm so immeasurbaly sad that I'm not going to High School with her. Whatever. We'll still own the world anyways.
My other best friends are Richard (mentioned previously) and Janay, who is in 9th grade, and is my mother. It's because of her that I am as awesome as I am today. Not going to school with her this year was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. She's the only reason I stayed partially sane last year. Now, without her, I have regrettably gone insane.
OH WELL!
Mind the monkeys. They're tricky little buggers.
Christy
Saturday, June 5, 2010
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!!
Pretty good way to start a blog right? That's right. June 6. I don't actually turn 14 until 12:44 AM, but its still the day of my birth. Hence the title birthday. Finally, my birthday is during the school year, and it's on a Sunday.
If you're reading this, congratulations. You have found what is officially the best blog on the web. If you are curious as to who the official is, that would be me. Even though I am officially nothing. I'm not even officially 14. But I AM officially awesome.
The end of the year is almost here. Three days. Three. But I dread the next day. Monday morning is my Geometry Final Exam. I just spent an hour and a half at my best friend Richard's house (who already took the exam) studying my ass off and also eating enough junk to keep all the kids on Africa well fed for the next week. Between the two of us, we demolished a box of donuts, half a bag of Doritos, two ribs, and three quarters of a two liter bottle of Dr. Pepper. Actually, it was knock off Dr.Check from Winn-Dixie. But it's all the same. Geometry makes me hungry. And also depressed.
This entire year, my life has been picked up by a tornado, thrown around, then planted on an edemame farm in Japan. (That is where edemame is from, right?) I mean, I though 7th grade was bad. But eighth grade was just... woah. And I'll hold you on for a 20 dollar bet that high school will be worse.
I think that the only reason I'm currently alive is because of my friends. Sure, sometimes I want to strangle them, but they pulled me thorugh some tough times. I know you'll be reading this in about 10 minutes, Kiki, Alisa, and Jade (If you're actually reading the IM's I'm sending you), and I want to thank you and give you five bajillion hugs for staying up to be the first to wish me a happy birthday.
If you haven't hit eighth grade (or puberty) yet, consider yourself lucky. Not that it isn't fun. It is, except for all the homework (I go to a nerd school), it's just...frustrating...at times. Yeah, that's the word. Also, stressful. If you have, well, you know what I'm talking about. I can do with a break. Speaking of, I have three friends waiting to wish me a happy birthday in thirteen minutes.
Don't screw around with fire. It doesn't end well.
Christy
If you're reading this, congratulations. You have found what is officially the best blog on the web. If you are curious as to who the official is, that would be me. Even though I am officially nothing. I'm not even officially 14. But I AM officially awesome.
The end of the year is almost here. Three days. Three. But I dread the next day. Monday morning is my Geometry Final Exam. I just spent an hour and a half at my best friend Richard's house (who already took the exam) studying my ass off and also eating enough junk to keep all the kids on Africa well fed for the next week. Between the two of us, we demolished a box of donuts, half a bag of Doritos, two ribs, and three quarters of a two liter bottle of Dr. Pepper. Actually, it was knock off Dr.Check from Winn-Dixie. But it's all the same. Geometry makes me hungry. And also depressed.
This entire year, my life has been picked up by a tornado, thrown around, then planted on an edemame farm in Japan. (That is where edemame is from, right?) I mean, I though 7th grade was bad. But eighth grade was just... woah. And I'll hold you on for a 20 dollar bet that high school will be worse.
I think that the only reason I'm currently alive is because of my friends. Sure, sometimes I want to strangle them, but they pulled me thorugh some tough times. I know you'll be reading this in about 10 minutes, Kiki, Alisa, and Jade (If you're actually reading the IM's I'm sending you), and I want to thank you and give you five bajillion hugs for staying up to be the first to wish me a happy birthday.
If you haven't hit eighth grade (or puberty) yet, consider yourself lucky. Not that it isn't fun. It is, except for all the homework (I go to a nerd school), it's just...frustrating...at times. Yeah, that's the word. Also, stressful. If you have, well, you know what I'm talking about. I can do with a break. Speaking of, I have three friends waiting to wish me a happy birthday in thirteen minutes.
Don't screw around with fire. It doesn't end well.
Christy
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