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
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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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