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I'm scared. For what, or because of what, you may ask. Well, I'll tell you.

I had this weird dream last night. The Hulk was in it, and I went on a cruise and lived in a mansion. Well, the part that scares me is that in my dream I was I guess you could say raped. I'm not talking about sex rape, I'm talking about getting close. When the hulk guy was finished with the partial rape, he told me he was going to try to find me later and "get some more of that." I sped walked to the room I had, and apparently I had Erin over, cause I told her about it. Then I woke up.

At first it meant nothing! Now I'm scared for my life cause I've been thinking about it. Does that mean something that I had it in a dream, or... Idk, but I'm really scared now. I keep getting chills just thinking about it.

Today

I haven't done one of these in a long time, but now I wanna try. Version 2.0, with God! Sights included.

First, I am trying to starve myself. This is the only place I can say it, and be open with it. I'm trying to get skinnyier because everyone I know is paper thin, and I'm over here with loos fat nearly muffin-toppin. So, I starve. I'm trying not to eat at all. I mean, I have 3 meals a day, but there is nearly nothing to them. I had one plate of eggs this morning, one small plate, and I felt like that was too much, like I needed to go and puke it back up. Don't worry, I'm not buleimic, I'm just goong to try not to eat. I've seen my friends do this and have gotten reasons why this is bad for you, but in this case, the benifits outweigh the risks. I'm always hungry now, but that's something I'm going to have to get used to.

Bri and I actually talked today. Like, walking down the hallways kinda slowly talking about life. That was a good part of my day. We don't exactly talk much, and since Brooke is in the other lunch this year, we don't even sit together. But we do sit in the same room. ...Nah, that doesn't count.

I'm working on a novella or novel or story or whatever on here, but I haven't found the time or inspiration. It'll hit me one night after I can't get on the computer, then I forget it by morning. And if I do remember it, the next dday it sounds retarded. So that's gonna take awhile.

I need the third Pretty Little Liars book, and I need the last Clique and Hollywood Secrets books. I read them in like a day. Thank you library for finally reopening!

Well, I need to go work on that other blog post, but I ask you this to leave with: please see past my fake smile and small laughs. Inside I'm dying for something, but I don't know what. I need friend help.

Ugh

Why did I get that stupid text in the first place? Now because of that I feel that our friendship is in jeopardy, and there isn't much to do to fix until school. I mean, you aren't a big technology guy, except for cameras of course, and that means I hardly get texts. I still like you, I just think that this year it might not work out because of that stupid text. We can still be friends, but that's it. I think that's all we can be.

And you know, that's fine, because high school'll come up, make an awesome summer, and then fade away into different schools, friends, and teachers. Since you're probably going to that music school, and I'm hopefully going to Nease, we'll be split up. But any girl that doesn't like cameras, blond haired guys, not saying "I love you", or funny yet immature guys, doesn't really need to be with you. I know I'm probably sounding really b*tchy right now, but excuse me, I'm sorry.

You know, I'm sorry for everything. Sorry if I ever hurt you a little too much, haha like the crotch kick :D. That was funny. Sorry for apparently getting angry. I just asked you if love was a strong word. You came back with, and I quote:

"Hey. I thought we where never "going out" I thought we would THINK about goig out over the summer and the phrase "I love u" isn't used until a person gets engaged, or at least that's what my parents taught me."

I asked you if "love" was a strong word. I thought you knew about that text, since it came from your phone. Apparently not. Did you get it out of Brooke or something...? Or did you think I was going to say "I love you". Well? Because I was going to ask YOU about the "I love you" you sent me.

And what I think is that you can say "I love you" to somebody before you get engaged, but only if you love them with your heart and soul. I don't think you do. So, I'm sorry, but...

That's What You Get

Hey

Hey, another telepathic message from me to you.

Saw your retarded picture of you after being in that creek thing. Lol, epic fail. I just had to comment. Kinda shocked that your dad isn't defending you. I guess you might have told your parents.

I still haven't told mine. They keep teasing me about the guys that look at me, and how "they must be intrested", but I really don't care. I have you (updated before cruise), and that's all I need. If you check my YouTube, the first video is of just me, with my family talking to me about how I need a boyfriend, and I'm like "NOOO, I"M GOOD." Hey, they were comparing you to a slobbering dog. I had to deny. Also I'm afraid of what they'll say. I remember before the Art Cafe, they asked if I like anyone. I said no. That changed that night. I have a feeling they'll get suspicious. Julie already knows though. At least I'm not called Brachel at home. Ugh, I still have to get Sammy...

Man, I really wish you didn't put your phone on airplane mode. I want to text you so bad, I'm starting to hurt inside. But you're off with family you hardly see, and you don't want anything disturbing you, so I understand. I guess I'm just to selfish. You know, I want the best things, i.e., your camera. Ugh, I want it soo much. I saw it at Sears and kept standing by it, you know, using the lense, willing it to suddenly turn on (Even though it would scare the crap outta me)... But at least Julie got a picture of me with the camera. It's on my phone, but oh well that's what I get for not looking like an idiot and carrying my camera all the time.

Hey, what do you think of three pictures as a gift? Not for you, but for my dad. I took two (because one of them is of me), but one's of me, one's of Julie, and one's of the train tracks we were sitting and standing on. Haha, thank your dad for me for the idea. But no, we weren't standing near the train when it was passing by. We stayed a small distance away. It was weird though. I couldn't feel the train coming when I sat on the tracks. But sure enough, the train came not 10 minutes later. Weird. But I thought that would be a good gift for him for his birthday. I just need to get Julie's picture printed, and a frame... But I think it'll be perfect. I mean, I've certainly up-ed on my picture taking. I guess it's like your dad said, it takes practice.

Man, I can't wait until you and I get back to Florida. Maybe then we can get the crew together and just hang out at the pool for a few hours. Just please don't leave like last time without saying goodbye. It makes me feel like I did something wrong, and then I feel terrible. I know I didn't do anything bad, it's just that I felt like that when you left. Please don't even do that again.

Maybe when school starts again, we can hang out more. I don't know for what though, maybe math help. If you're skipping pre-algebra and going straight into algebra, I might get the same class as you, because I'm also in algebra this year. That's what getting a level 5 does to you.

I just hope we get the same lunch. My favorite memories of you, of us, are from lunch. And band, but I know we have the same band class. Like when you were supposed to hug the girl that was fake flirting with you, but you came around and hugged me instead then ran off? I was pissed, but I like that memory. You're just lucky I started liking you. You would have bruises now.

Well, I gotta sleep sometime, so same time tomorrow? Well, duh.

Goodnight, ilu, Rachel

Sad

My apparently old friend Myah just made me really sad.

I tweeted that I was all set for school...

(ME) Im ready for school. Everything is packed I just need my schedual and calculator and Im off! Friends dont be suprised if I have dark circles

(HER) haha school doesn't come for us yet

(ME) When does your's start?

(HER) August 9th

(ME) Haha. Try the 23rd

(HER) the 23rd of what?

(ME) Of August, what else?

(HER) aww you suck

(ME) Nope, it's just the awesome school system. At least you don't start at 7:50 and wake up at 6

(HER) they changed ours to 9:00 hehe :)

(ME) OMGOSH! NO FREAKIN WAY! URGH, why'd I have to move?

(HER) cuz you suck

(ME) I don't suck. It's just my dad's job. At least I'm not moving this summer

(HER) yep

(ME) Eh, I'm happy that's I'm in Florida. I got some good friends

(HER) Yeah and you just tossed us to the side like dirty laundry TT_TT

(ME) I did not! I still talk to you guys. :( Now I'm all sad and a little guilty

(HER) you should feel bad

(ME) Trust me, I do ::(

Her next-to-latest post:

(HER)

My level of tolerance, forgiveness and love just hit a low

Now I'm really sad. I've been listening to "Welcome To The Black Parade" on a loop for about 15 minutes now. Man, I really wish I could go and join the Black Parade right now...

4th time so far. Adding it to my iPod so I can just put it on replay

Short Story 3: To Stay Young

My mom looked at the girl in the short shorts, tank top, piercings, and blue hair. She sighed.

"I just don't want Julie to turn out this way," she said, motioning to the girl.

"Trust me mom, I know. Julie's just retarded that way. If she wants to look terrible, it's what she wants," I reply, shrugging.

"I know, it's just I really don't want to have a daughter to look this way. She already looks bad wearing black all the time." Mom sighed again. "I don't want a delinquent child, that's all."

The line we were in moved, and we went.

Later that night, when everything was perfectly normal, Mom started making dinner. Julie came and sat down at the table, listening to her iPod and not caring about anything. I stared her down, silently telling her, Be a good child, not this retarded goth girl. She didn't get the note.

"Julie, stop listening to your iPod," Mom said tiredly.

Julie turned her iPod off but didn't take out her headphone.

Finally Dad came home from work. He ate, then everyone went to their nightly spots. Julie's was in the tv room, mine in my room, the parents downstairs below my feet. We stayed there until it was time to sleep. Julie finally came out, just jumping into bed, clothes and all.

I slept that night soundly. I did not rouse once. I was out.

The next morning I was awoken by my dad, shaking me, yelling at me. I couldn't hear anything, but it all happened to fast. He was shaking me, yelling in my face, blaming me for what happened to Julie, then my mom came in my room and tried getting him to stop shaking me, for I was getting a headache, and he just kept pointing at me and left the room. Mom looked at me with a look of despair and happiness. I didn't know it then, but she murdered Julie.

I went to school that day, but I wasn't "there." I knew something was wrong when I passed Julie's room the door was closed. I talked with my friends about it, and they just said "I don't know" repeatedly. I was still worried, but my friends made me forget about it for the time being.

When I got home, there were caution ropes and police surrounding the house. I set my book bag down and stared at the madness in front of me. Mom was being interrogated be the police on one side of the yard, Dad on the other, police coming toward me to interrogate me, and a few guys in black carrying a body bag out of the front door. I took my phone and immediently texted my friends that everything wasn't all right, that my sister was dead. I went to sleep last night, while she was being murdered. I told them I felt terrible, and if they had any advice or could take me in for a while I would appreciate it. I got no replies back. Then the interrogation started.

I was hooked up to a lie detector and asked a series of control questions. I was asked it it was currently sunny outside, if my name was Rachel, if I was in a seated position. Then they got into the real questions. I was asked about last night, if I had heard anything, if I saw anything strange. When they kept asking me about my dead sister, I felt nothing. No pain, no sadness, just empty. They finally let me loose.

I was allowed inside the house, to gather my stuff, to get anything I might need since I wouldn't be coming back for a long time. By that time I had gotten four replies from friends, two for a place to stay, all for sympathy. I still felt empty.

I wanted to stay home, but I was told by the shrink there that it would be best if I stayed away from the house awhile. I went to stay witl a friend while my parents remained home.

I stayed with my friend Sammy, who let me live in her house for about a month. Since I was in the same neighborhood as most of my friends, they kept coming by and giving me sympathy, but they cheered me up. That was the best part while I stayed with Sammy, to know I had friends that really cared.

The police kept interrogating my mom, thinking they were on to something. She kept denying, and because she wasn't on a lie detector, they believed her. She's a good liar. She kept them going for months.

They finally got her, when they asked her about the day she and I shared waiting in line when we saw the blue-haired chick. She broke down, talking about how she wanted Julie to stay her, not this goth punk that wouldn't listen to anyone and live her way. They took her in that day.

Dad and I still go and see her, but I think we won't go anymore. I think it kills Dad for him to see the woman he loved that killed his daughter. It still hurt me. I still fall asleep ever night crying, remembering all the times I yelled at Julie for the smallest things. Only my friends kept me alive.

Summer. Day Number ?

It's so boring... Man, I can't wait until school starts again. I'll be all over this again like flies on food. Werid simile (Yeah, I know too much)? VERY. No, but it's weird. When I'm supposed to be doing something, such as homework, I blog. Weird, maybe. Fun, totally.

It's so boring... Wait, I already sad that. Well it is. Earlier I wasn't bored enough, making annoying sounds, enjoying life. Now I'm really bored. Man I wish my life was a piece of toast covered in peanut butter. It's got a nice spread in some areas, but then in others nothing. No consistency. Curse you oncoming ADHD and Dora!

I'm gonna Tweet and Fbook now... Night!

Why?

I'm stuck. Remember my last post, where two guys told me they loved me. One meant it, and Bri IRDK. But now that's coming to get me.
Ok:

• Andrew likes me
• I like Brian
• Brian (I really hope, IDK anymore) likes me

Now Andrew's off using "those three words" (that's what I'll call it) on me again, and now he's asking why my life is so complicated even after I told him main points. Yes, this might be the Summer for Love," but it shouldn't be algebra hard. Help me, I'm so confused right now...

Day IDK-Already of Summer

Slept over at Moe's last night... She has a weird borther. No, two, because she has the older and the youunger... Her older bro scared me last night. She provoked him into doing something random, so he comes into the kitchen (Where Moe and I were) wearing this mad embaressed look that I mastered (It's what a schoolyear of what I had does to ya), walks up to me, and stares me down. I couldn't run, because there was a gate blocking me out. "Moe, he's scaring me," is what I say. He then goes up to her and says, "There. Happy?" and storms off. Lol, Moe pissed him off.
Ok, so Moe picked me up at my house, and we went straight to the pool. We saw Ash and Tri, but other than them nobody. She wished Bri was there. I punched her. "Not for you, for other reasons!" I kept punching her knee underwater. Lol, she kept falling in the water...
Uk, I'm probably not going to type like this everyday, so bye! Until something intresting happens, bye.


Who am I kidding? There is the most intresting thing that happened last. Ok, everyone reading this blog knows how Bri and I like each other. Well, I got a text last night, from him, saying,
"I love u!!!" Exact keys, that's what it says. No joke.
I was like, "WTFrench toast?!?!" I'm dead serious, I texted him that back.
Well, what was I supposed to do? He is the one who said "Love is a strong word." I think it was Bro though. We were texting this morning, and she told me she saw a movie with him. So it was probably her. That still freaks me out though. You would freak out too if you were in my shoes. It wasn't a happy suprise either. It was just a "HOLY $H!+!!!!" suprise. I read it at 1 AM too, so it just keeps adding on. This coming from the guy who worked the dump truck via text. He's so confused. :D
Also today. You know Andrew Downs? Of course you don't. We used to, still are, friends. We met in 5th grade, but middle school came, he went to Arnold, and I went to Double Churches, the medeoker school where my life changed. I wanted to go to Arnold because of the magnet program there, and it was pretty high up on the schools list for smart kids. You go there, you probably go to Columbus High School. Another really nice and smart school I will never go to.
Ok, so back to the story. He posted something on my Facebook page, it was like "When did you first meet Rachel?" He said "5th grade- The worst year of my life." I did the little smiley face, cause I know I made it his worst year. :D So he replys, "ahh I luv u rachel". No comment.
Two "I love you"s in two days. What is summer doing to people?

Day 2 of Summer

Short one today, not much happened.
Ok, so I woke up at 8 am. Early, IKR? Yeah, so went downstairs, eyes still closed, made myself a bowl of Frosted Flakes, and was pouring the milk when I woke up and realized that we were almost out of milk, and Julie still needed milk for her cereal. So I only got enough milk to cover the bottom of the bowl. Wonderful start to a day. >.<
All day was pretty boring.

Day 1 of Summer

I'm already bored. I was even more bored though like an hour ago. I went outside and biked. Not like around the neighborhood. Just around my little cul-de-sac. I was out there for like 20 minutes before I started to feel myslef tanning on one side of my legs, and I overheated. :P I'm trying to make this summer the "GIT FIT!" summer for me. That's going to be a little hard because I'm going to be on planes and boats this summer. Maybe the boat will have a track inside... And yes, I know I misspelled get. It just fits the saying, you know? Maybe I should make this summer the "GET SMART!" summer. Nah, I'm smart as-is.
Ok, my day so far. My dad woke up at 6:30, as normal, and made so much noise I woke up. So I put my ipod on shuffle and went back to sleep. It's hard to go back to sleep when you're so used to a normal routine. It probably wouldn't have been so bad if school ended on a FRIDAY. On the weekends I always sleep in until 10 am. Normally I stay in pjs all day too. Ok, so I fell back to sleep. I woke back up at about 9:30 because my cat jumped on me. Joy. I fell back alseep, but she kept bugging me, so I finally woke up at 10. Gr, I squirted her with water. She deserved it. She was attacking my leg.
Yeah, so I wasn't awake 10 minutes before my mom says we should go shopping today. I didn't eat breakfast. I'm still hungry. I got dressed, got my money, and left. First we went to Burlington, where I got the coolest shorts you have ever seen, and saw Playboy bunny shoes. I also tried on this pair that would go with a Klein dress I also tried on. The shoes were so high... To put it this way, I couldn't see over the stands of shoes, then put the shoes on, and I could see over the stands. Very, very tall, and strappy. They fit, and I though about getting them, but I couldn't walk right in them. The shorts are all studded and ... Yeah. Cool. So I switched my shorts in the car, and then we went to Dollar General. We needed stuff, so yeah. Hey, I just reminded myself I need to make these Jello things. They looked yummy.
After that, Payless. I got a pair o' hightop Converses there. Gray, with this light blue plaid pattern for the tounge part. Awesome. I like em. They look good on me. I'll need them going to Alaska too.
Yay, I got books. Only two. The Alpha series. I got Movers and Fakers, the newest book in that series. I swear, books have changed me. I used to dress all crappily, like I didn't care what anybody though abotu me, but now I'm careful about what I wear. My family thinks I still dress like crap though. They like the old me. Too bad, I read the Clique series, and I changed. Oh well, I like the new me.
Yeah, it was the ride home that got me mad. We were talking about Alaska, and Mom was telling me how it's going to be cold, Etc, and I tell her what my friend said when she lived there. She chewed me otu, told me not to be a smart-a$$, and now I'm still seething, two hours later.
I got so bored, I actually went outside in the midday Florida heat to ride my bike. Too hot, don't recommend that you go outside. I started to feel the bad burn.

BIG POST: PLEASE READ LAST

Yeah, read this last so you can get the stuff from yesterday and beyond.
Ok, I can and can't wait until next year. A bunch of everybody wants Brachel to continue over the summer. (They gave us a name. Wonderful.) Apparently we're still going out, even after I told them Bri dumped me via text Islands of Adventure day. Lol, Ash called him a dou$hbag, but he was denying the whole thing, saying it was Bro. Hm.... Lunch today had some random kid sit with us. Ok... Jordan was being real sicko. I had to sit by Bri because he kept sitting by me. Yeah... I had to keep moving.
Ok, but apparently, Brachel is still on, and "if you don't like him, break up." Bro said that, and I said I had my reasons why we're still together. She was like "So you're using him." Nope, so I denied, and so she was like "You do like him!", told Ash, and they not only did a shoutout in class right after lunch and pointed me out, they told Mrs. Zamp.
That's when I started getting fake-suicidal, and telling God and random people to shoot me. Nope, never happened.
Band was normal, except Jordan and Spencer kept trying to get my attention. They learned it's hare to get a girl's attention when she's texting people and listening to loud Paramore music. Yeah... Bro and Bri found Mrs. Wilson on Facebook. They went and tortured her. I know how she feels....
We got our report cards today. Yep, I'll tell you later what I made... But like right after the bell rang, people ran into the hallways and started jumping and yelling. I was one of those people. Nope, we didn't get in trouble. Awesome. The bus was pretty awesome too. We were all yelling and being crazy, and Mrs. Merit was too happy to do anything. I think she was happy because she won't be driving us next year.
Ah, the pool was fun. Bri, Cam, Tat, Pey, Moe, Aly, Ash, Tri, KT, and I-forget-her-name was there. I hung out with Bri, Moe, Aly, ans I-Forget-Her-Name. We were in the pool for like two hours before we started getting out. First Aly and I-Forget-Her-Name left, right as we were getting in line for snacks. Then Moe left, leaving KT, Bri, and me there. We got snacks, and went to sit at a table. I was broke, but Bri did the sweetest thing. He bought me something. I was happy. He did try to steal my aviators though... I don't care. I got M & Ms, so I was happy. Then he left, and KT and I were there for like 5 minutes, then we left. Yep, the end of the end-of-the-year party.
Ok, now what did I make... Oh yes, I got A's and B's for my overall grades in each class. I didn't get Honor Roll though, because I did get some C's this year. Science and math, and for one semester World Geo. Yep, hard classes.
Ok, now am I a 7th grader or an 8th?

I'M AN 8TH GRADER BABY! STICK THAT IN YOUR JUICE BOX AND SUCK IT!

I'm an 8th Grader!

Well, it's not official, but I am.
We got our awards today. I didn't get anything. Tear. Oh well, I wasn't expecting one. I know I wouldn't get an award for grades, because math and science killed me. Literally. I used to like science, but now I hate it. One crappy teacher ruined science for me. Wonderful.
Bro and Bri went home together, leaving just me and Cam at school. It was sad. So many 8th graders skipped, and so many 7th graders left... The cafeteria was empty. Dead serious. If everyone tried to sit at the same tables, wo could have filled up 4. Wow.
Like I said, Cam was here, and she had cookies! Yum. They were the imitation Oreos though. They were still tasty. I got 2.5, and she did too.
Man, I hope my friends are going to be at school tomorrow. I know Bro isn't coming, but I have no idea is Bri is coming. I think he is, cause I (PAIN!!!! IN MY FOOT!!! OMG THIS HURTS LIKE CRAP!!! OW! OW! F**KITY OW!!!! AH!!!!! OW!!! PAIN!!! Ouch! Pain! Ok, gone.) convinced him to come (I think.). I hope he comes. I wanna give him a hug. I was going to give it to him after the assymbly, but he left. :( And I wanted to give him a hug.
I was having fun in band. I made fun of Tri's glasses, which are totally fake aviators. He says they're cooler. Yeah right. I kept hurting Ben, and he ripped a page out of my planner. No, two. Evil. That's why my sig sheet was all in pieces. And that's why I was kicking him.
Meh, I'm bored. I'm taking to Ali, and she's trying to get Bri's number. Nope, not in a million years. She's also trying to hook me up with some Jacob kid. Random button presser he is.

Wrong

OMG, I'm so red right now.
Ok, the 8th graders were graduating today. The school told us to just bring our pencils and planners, so that's what I brought today. Well, that and my ipod. What? I was bored.
Ok, so when it was right after 3rd period, I did the dumbest thing. I went to my locker. It's empty, and I didn't need anything. DURH. But I realized this too late. I went through the 8th graders coming out of the gym, got too homeroom door, was about to open it, and then it hit me. I didn't need anything. I mentally smacked myself in the head, and went back through the crowd. I finally got to class. Wow, fail. Epic fail.
Ok, rest of the day was ok. Except lunch. Lunch was crazy. Only one part of lunch...
It was towards the end of lunch, and I was sitting next to Bri because Tat made me move out of her spot. So, you know how we have that 8th grade band group that we sit next to? Now you do. One of the boys in that group is named Jordan. Well, today Jordan was having fun. He saw me and Bri, and started asking Bri if we had to made it to third base in "drummer terms," as he put it. OMG, funny, but sick. Here's some examples:

• Have you rung her bell?
• Have you shaken her tambourine?
• Have you banged her drum?
• Have you used the tom toms?

Very sick. I was rolling though. Some of those were actually funny. Lemme just say, I was actually lightly blushing. Bri didn't get it. Wow, Jordan is very sick. And I thought I was wrong.
Yeah, once in band, Jordan came up to Bri and me again and asked if Bri played soccer, that he had alot of those terms. Thank god Bri doesn't.
We were watching "Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends." We saw the scribbles episode, and part of Cheese. Lol, Mac 'n' Cheese.

Short Story 2: Figured You Out

"Ok, I'm a girl. I'm a girl who loves life. If you don't like that, I'm sorry, I'm me."
Wow, that was a conversation starter. I mean, I just walked up to this girl, and she seemed so shy... Now I know already that she loves live. I don't even know her name! I like this girl.
"Hello? Earth to Jake." She knows my name?
"Sorry, I was just thinking about stuff..." I was never a good person to keep up a conversation with. I always think about other topics when people are talking to me. I can't help it, it's just they'll say something, remind me of something else, and then I grow quiet.
"Dude, you're zoning again. Did you ever learn how to talk?" Ouch. I cringed.
"Hey, I might not talk alot, but I know more than you." Take that.
She grew quiet. "I was just trying to talk to you..." Now she looked sad.
"Look, I didn't mean it that way. I just don't like people being scorn. Especially to me." Ugh, I don't even know this girl and I made her sad. Great.
"I know you didn't mean it that way, I just get emotional..." She smiled weakly. "I'm a mess. I just can't keep normal friends..." Poor girl. Maybe I can change that.
"It's ok. I don't exactly have the best friends either. I mean, they're my friends, but I'm not their friend, ya know?"
"I know exactly. My friends will ditch on me for anything. I was once stood up for Starbucks." She chuckled and looked at me. "Kinda sad, right? I was turned down for coffee." She sobbed.
I patted her on the back. "It's ok. We can be friends, ok?"
She looked at me with those blue eyes. I'll never forget them. They were a light blue, but deep. The color was intense. I often find myself thinking about those eyes, whether it be at home, in the car, anywhere. I grew loved those eyes. "That's fine by me." She grinned. "So, do you even know my name?"
"No, but may I?" I was always semi nice when I wasn't being provoked.
"Kaliegh. My parents were obsessed with this one book they read when I was about to be born. My mom fell in love with the name."
"Well, Kaliegh, nice to meet you. Judging by how you know my name, do you know my sister? She's just like you, only a few years older." Hm, maybe that'll be a good topic.
Kaliegh looks happy. "Yes, I've actually met your sister. We got into a big talk in the middle of the mall about Italian shoes." She laughed. "In the end, I ended up running off to get the shoes she saw earlier."
I laugh too. "That must have been quite a conversation you had with her. Did she get mad when you ran off?"
Kaliegh got red. "I didn't run off. And besides, she said they didn't fit. So I went to check them out." A sheepish smile creeps across her face. "You must think I'm retarded for knowing alot about you, and you know nothing about me."
I frown. "Hey that's not true. I know your a girl who knows me a little bit too well, and you love life." I mock her tone.
She smiles and lightly punches me in the arm. "Hey, you're making me feel bad." Wow, she blushes hard. "Ok, fine, I'll tell you more about me."
We end up staying there, just sitting on the park bench, for about two hours, and that's when I needed to go home.
"Bye, Kaliegh. See you in school." I wave goodbye.
She waves back. "Ok, see you later." She says that, like she's going to leave, but she remains sitting. I'm puzzled.
"Do you need a ride home?" I try to be nice this time. Last time I offered a ride, I was punched in the face. I really need to watch my sarcasm.
She sighs. "Actually, I need a home. My parents threw me out. But I'm fine." I saw a tear run down her face. She quickly goes to wipe it away, but I already know: she was kicked out because she wasn't loved. Wow, and I thought I had it hard.
I ponder. Do I take her home, or leave her here? I do the right thing.
10 years later, here we are, married, with a 2-year-old, married for four years. Taking her home was the best choice I ever made.

(No relation at all in this story, but the eyes part I did get from my crush... You know who. Ah, those eyes... I could stare in them all day.)

Church...

Ok, so remember the shirt I told you about yesterday, the one that my mom said made me look "young"? Two things:

• I'm starting to like it. I don't like the sleeves, but it's an ok shirt. I'll wear it Tuesday. Might get in trouble though...
• I wore it to church. It's really low cut, almost to where you can see my bra. And it gets lower whenever I sit down. I had my arms crossed all through church.

Hottest Day: Numero 1 in Bipolar Florida

It was soooo hot today, even the shower was hot for five minutes (A new record. The water heater is going out.).
I got my room back! The space NASA thingie went well, so they stayed last night, then left about 10 this morning. I let my room air out for about three hours (to get out the old people smell), and so now my room is back to normal. Grandpa (he was the one who stayed in my room, not my uncle Joe. He freaks me out. I don't know, I guess that it has to do with the hair longer than mine, and the ... Yeah, he scares me.) left his National Geo though. Gotta trash that.
We were watching tv when it started to go out. I was just starting to chat with Bri at this time. Everything went out. The tv, the phone, and the internet. I knew something was wrong when Bri sent "hey wats up" and went offline. I was like "Dude, WTF?" but then I refreshed my page, and Op. The internet was gone. Darn, I was doing the other bits about yesterday.
So while Comcast was out, we went down to the Premium Outlets in St. Augustine. We went to Aero, where I got more jeans that aren't faded and don't have any holes (Yet), and a shirt. Julie had gift cards, so she got more. Meh, mine disappeared on me. Then we walked to the Bealls Outlet (smaller than the store) where Mom was trying to get me into "younger clothes" and out of the "grandma" clothes I wear now. "Why are you hiding?" was her question. I'm not hiding, I just dress decently most of the time, and truely, I don't have alot to "show". Nope, I'm content with the clothes I have now. You know the white shirt that I roll the sleeves up on? She calls that "grandma style". What the fambusel? It's not grandma, it what I like. It's in, it's now, it's not old. I wear what I like.
Just FMLed that.
Ok, so while she was looking for a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, we went into Brookes Brother Outlet. Ah I had fun. How was I having fun, you may wonder? I was driving the people mad my carefully putting creases in pressed shirts, moving ties slowly to the right, turning shoes so they face a little bit to the south, and making all the shirts on a rack nice and even, except for one sticking up. I didn't get to see their reaction, but I bet it drove them mad.
"What the flem is that?!?! A tie! Out of place! Who did this?! I swear, if it the same person that did the shirts, I will gasp and fall dramatically to the floor." Lol, fun.
So after BB, we went to Dress Barn. Did the same thing there. It will actually keep you entertained, and will make anybody watching roll with laughter. Julie didn't think I was funny. I did that, I'm a comedy genius now. She was rolling. It's simple, do this next time you're at a store that likes things nice and orderly. Follow these steps:

1. Go around the store, moving shirts a little bit out of place. Ex.: if a stack of shirts is nice and tidy, mess up the top one by tilting it, and moving it out of place.
2. Any shoes you see that are being modeled, move them to look normal or even crazy. Ex: almost flip a shoe. One shoe, not the other.
3. On clothing racks, fix everything to be nice and even. Then pick a few to stick a shoulder out above the rest. Ex: mormal, normal, normal, stick out, normal, stick out...
4. Flip hangers around on hanging shirts. Ex: all the hangers face on way. Take a few of those hangers, and flip them so the shirt is facing the right way, but the hanger top it backwards.

Lol, that was alot of fun.
Once back at home, we had to go to a work picnic. It was so fricken hot! I couldn't get in the pool either. that's where I discovered never get cotton candy on a hot day, it'll melt.

SeaWorld or Bust: Part Deux

Ok, so where was I...? Oh, I was at the part where Bri was texting me. Ok, so all day, I was texting him.
The rest of the group went on the roller coasters, while Ash and I were waiting on the ground waiting for them. The Kracken had a long line, but they were on that ride while waiting for Manta to open. (BTW, Manta opened about 11:30. The time when we were waiting for Manta: 9:45. Ugh) So we went to the other side of the park, where we thought there was the Dolphin Cove, where you can pet the dolphins, but that was on the other side of the park. So we saw the dolphin nursery, where they had not-too-little dolphin "cubs" (IDK why they call them "cubs", they don't even look like lions.). Then Manta opened, so they were in line for about an hour before they finally got off, and then we went to eat FOOD.
Lunch was good. I got the kids meal (Hey, I wasn't exactly hungry.) that had chicken tenders, (only two! What the fambusel?! I'm big, I need three.) delicious french fries with like 20 different spices, (Those were yum. Some of the spices were, shock, spicy, but some were nice and mild. All in all, a wonderful blend of spice and aroma.) 4 cookies with a souvenir bowl that looks like Shamu, and a little kiddie cup. They put ice in my apple juice. Who does that? Who does that?
After eating at "The Spice Mill" (That's what it was called.), we went to see the dolphins at Dolphin Cove, but we took the long way, and that's when we went past Shamu's Show and the kid area. I rode every ride in the kids' place. There was Shamu's Express (A mini roller coaster. Too short to cool you off.), there was this spinning tea cup thing that went IN THE AIR while you were still spinning (Don't recommend looking around, you'll hurt your neck. Ow.), Ocean Commotion (Where we were yelled at because we were screaming too much. Well, you old fart working the ride.), the carousel which was alot of fun (especially wearing aviators and looking tough on a little spinning kid ride), and we were going to ride this drop thing that's a mini version of the Doctor Doom ride at Universal, but it closed because of tech difficulties.
Once done with the kid area, we went across the sidewalk to see the 2:15 Shamu show. It was cool. I would post pictures, but that means sending a slideshow to my email, then posting it. Nope, not going through that trouble. I got one picture of a Shamu mid-backflip. Awesome. Only complaint, we sat in the very front of the splash zone. How soaked did we get? We hardly got a drop. We sat in the splash zone to cool down, not to be tortured by watching people to the right and left of us get soaked. Evil Shamus.
Once done at the Shamu show, we got drinks, then started the hike to Dolphin Cove. Big park. My feet hurt right now. The two chaperons (My group had one, but we met up with two other guys, and so we were with them for pretty much the rest of the day. I think one of them started like me, cause he kept trying to flirt, and I also was out of dress code and took off the jacket that I was suffocating in, revealing a cami with spaghetti straps. I think his name was... See? Very forgettable.) were having trouble deciding which long way to take to get to Dolphin Cove, so I showed them the easy way sitting right in front of us, and they were all like oh, duh. Duh. We walked to Dolphin Cove, which was in the Key West area, but it was closed, so we walked 30 seconds to the Stingray Lagoon. I didn't pet these, but I have felt a stingray before. Imagine velvet. Now imagine that velvet slimy. That's what a stingray feels like.
After Stingray Lagoon, we went to one of the many gift shops, where I got Shmu. He's a whale. Kinda big actually, but he was the smallest size they had there. It was either him or a dolphin. Since we saw Shamu, I got Shmu.
We saw some teachers, and this was when I was jacket-less. I felt guilty being out of dress code and seeing them. I was covering my shoulders and back with my hair, hiding my straps, both bra and cami. You know what that's like, right?
By that time, it was time we went back to the buses, and it looked like it was going to rain too, so we went back. We got on the bus, and not 30 seconds later it started raining. First light, then heavy, then storming. People started coming on the bus like mad. It died down about 15 minutes later, and (Bipolar Florida.) then it was all sunshiney.
Wow, crazy weather. Locals hanging on the palm trees, "We love it here!" Dumba$$e$, I say leave it to the Cubans and get the hell outta there.
Yeah, on the bus ride home, I was listening to Spark of Insanity. I had my ipod on shuffle, and it came up, so for an hour and thirty minutes, I was laughing to Jeff, Walter, Peanut, Achmed, Melvin, and Jose. Ashley was sitting by her mom the ride home.
It was freezing on the bus! It was so cold, I was forced to do the thing where you put your arms in your shirt (I put my jacket back on) and keep them warm. I did that, but my poor legs (I was wearing shorts) and feet (Sandals!) were freezing. My feet were cold all day though. Wearing sandals in the rain, not too good! Shmu was keeping me warm though. I was still begging for warmth when we got off the bus.
So once I finally got off the bus, I had a field day just trying to find my mom. When I finally found her, we went to Wendy's so I could get some chicken nuggets (Yum, the spicy ones. Don't ever call me a spice wimp!). On the ride home, I was telling her about my day, and just about as we were getting out of the car, I start to tell her about lunch. I say "french fries", and she starts chewing me out about my "addiction" to french fries. "Stop eaitng them, they go straight to your a$$." That shut me up, and put me on "cold mode" towards Mom. Nobody else, just her. Like I said, I just stay pisses off at HER.
Overall, fairly good day. I wasn't waiting on the ground for everything, and I was texting Bri. I was happy, except when Mom was chewing my out about my "addiction" to french fries. That just pissed me off.

SeaWorld or Bust

Yes, the trip to SeaWorld for the 7th graders was today. It's the last field trip for the year, but not the last special thing. I'm still excited about the pool party. Wednesday, be there or be square.

So let's start at the beginning. I woke up. No way, IKR?! Got dressed, quietly since nobody else was up but my dad. Brushed my hair and teeth (Habit, can't leave the house with flyaways are dirty teeth.), then jumped in the car to go to McDonald's, the only place open at 5:45 am. Ate there and on the to school. Yum, a sausage, egg and cheese McMuffin. Mickey D's smelled yummy too. They were just brewing the coffee. I know they have not-too-good coffee, but it smelled good to a girl who was half-awake at the time. We went to the school, I waited to find my group, finally found them, got on the bus, and started the three hour trip there. Blah, blah, blah, both bus rides were boring.

We got to the park, and it was all cloudy, and it looked like it was going to rain. It did start to sprinkle. My made an i-line to Manta, but it was closed because tech issues. They said they might not even be opening it today. Woah, harsh. We thenn went to Atlantis, where I was on the ground taking a video of the rest of the group come down the drop. No, I wasn't a wimp. There was Ashley who didn't like roller coasters either on the ground with me. When the rest of the group was on the ride was when I started texting Bri. He was a skipper! He didn't go on the trip, and he stayed home from school. Meh, he work up at ten. I know how late I'm sleeping tomorrow!

Ok, so I was taking a video, and texting him, when he asks me if "zaxs" is a word. Is it? I really don't think so. I asked him why he was asking me, and he was totally being beat, by his mom, at Scrabble, 136 to like 178. Yeah, and he thought he was going to win. So we were texting throughout the day, off and on. Yay, I actually kept up convos. Normally he isn't a big texter. I think I got a compliment from him too. He texted me in the middle of the day, saying that he got 92%, on expert, doing Misery Business. Then I texted him "Well that's because you're a drummer." I don't remember word-for-word what he typed, but he said that if there was a french horn hero, I would rule. Not really, but thanks!

Meh, my parents are putting me to bed (MEH!!!) so I'll finish tomorrow. Their excuse: "You were up all day." I really don't care, I've survived all day.

Sweet Emotion

Nothing special today, I think we're all waiting for summer, or really next Wednesday. Well, all of us except Brooke.
Next Wednesday is the last day of school. Fun, right? It gets better. Right after school, at the big pool with the slide, there's an after party for anyone at FCMS. It's an open party. It starts after school, and will continue until they have to physically kick you out. Bri's words, not mine. He kinda created the whole thing, and so I'm telling my friends, and telling them to spread the word. Just tell anyone you know that goes to FCMS, ok? This is good publicity here. I just wish more people read this blog.
Ok, so originally, Bro said she was coming. Now today, she said she's going to have her own little thing at her house. We asked her why, and her excuse is because "I can swim without getting in trouble." Bri thinks she's mad at him. I do to. I THINK (Just a hunch here.) it has something to do with Bri and me. No, we're not official, but I don't totally deny whenever somebody asks me or him if we're going out. Wow, this has been going on for about two weeks now. I hope this continues over the summer. I like him.
Example. Today, in the lunch line, I was watching him look at Bro (IDK, he was looking in that direction.). I think he was think about why Bro was mad at him. Ok, straying away from story. So I was watching him, and as I was looking, he looked at me. For some odd reason, I smiled.
He was like, "Why are you smiling?"
I said, "I don't know, I guess I'm happy."
Yeah, I was happy. But I smiled at him, (and turned red) because he looked in my eyes for a split second. Enough to make me melt inside.
Like I said, I was happy today. That made Bro and Bri happy, because I wasn't punching them as much. I was still hurting them. There isn't a day that goes by that I see them that I don't hurt them. It's just what I do, you know?
The lunch conversation was interesting. Bro bought Ho Hos, and I asked if I could have one. She said no. Blah, blah, blah, then I said, "I gotta have my Hos!" My fault that I purposely left the other Ho off. Yeah, so I was called the usual, (pervert) and then I was laughing at the sickest things, but they didn't get it. So, I said,
"You haven't seen what I've seen."
Wrongest thing to say. They started freaking out, and asking what I saw. Like I was going to tell them.
So I'm happy, Bri's sad (Makes me sad to see a friend sad.), Bro's mad (Maybe jealous, but like I said. It's a hunch.), Mrs. Wilson's touched (She almost cried because of the gift we got her.), and Ash's rejoicing (Can't tell you why.). What was it, Emotions Day?
I answer my own question. Yes.

June 2, 2010

Eh, kinda boring. Nothing special. Friends did look he-larious though.
Yeah, today was the day you could dress up as a Soc, or a Greaser. I went as a Greaser, but apparently I failed, because nobody could tell. Meh. :P Bri and Bro were funny though. Bri greased his hair, so it stuck up in the front, and the back was normal. Bro looked more like a Hippie than a Greaser, but she was a "Greaser." From which era, I have no idea. I was dressed up like normal you could say, with Converses, dark wash skinnys, and my white Converse shirt. I had aviators too, and that brought me to modern times. A lot of people wanted to wear my aviators, but I only let two of them wear them. The glasses are mine! Original Aviators, made by Randolph Aviator U.S.A. are very nice. Mine are gold, but I'm getting a pair of silver ones, then giving the gold ones back to Dad. Their his. :P I still like them.
Band had Awards day today. I didn't get anything, but he doesn't believe in giving you an award because you played. I was hoping to get "Most Improved" when he started calling that section, but Simone got it. Makes me wonder, was she bad at the beginning of the year...? I don't know, but it makes me feel better when I remember my friends didn't get one either. Eh, we'll all have next year.
Nothing special at lunch, but we were talking about alcohol like normal conversation that you have at school. Bro, old story but funny, told us again about how she got a hangover from having a glass or more (10) of Puerto Rican wine. "I swear, the wine there has parasites in it. It will make you sick." Well, that's what cheap wine does to you. Tat has had a half-shot of schnopps, and I was bragging about all the alcohols I've had. Tequila, beer, wine, margaritas, mojitos, Long Island iced teas, you name it, I've probably had it. I just haven't gotten drunk yet. Yeah, I don't want a hangover.
We got our journals back in Language Arts, so guess what I'm writing about once I'm done with Italy and the Middle East? Yeah, it'll be a little boring, but I'll jazz it up.

Raining...

Woah-OH! Livin on a prayer!
Yeah, I has ipod cranked up right now, and I'm typing on the blog, and I'm freezing. I don't get it. I live in Florida, it's almost summer, the temprature in my house it almost 80 degrees, and I'm cold. It's so weird.>_<
It's raining outside. You can't tell, because it's a light rain.I would get a picture, but I still don't know how do take pictures in black and white. I still have a lot to learn about my camera... Yes, you can say that I'm becoming obsessed with cameras. I has a Kodak (Sucky. Cheap. But stylish.) and I want a Canon because those cameras are so frickin awesome! I love that they got Ashton Kutcher to be the face of Canon too. He's perfect for them. Ah, remembering "That 70's Show"... Funny. I get every joke on there, and I used to not be able to understand a word. That's what middle school does to you!
Now I'm listening to "Jamie's Got a Gun." Ah, the only reason why I like Aerosmith is because that was the only thing I could listen to for two weeks in Saudi. Only one album, with the following:

• Dude (Looks Like a Lady)
• Love in an Elevator
• Livin' on the Edge
• Walk This Way
• Cryin'
• Jaded
• Crazy
• Angel
• Janie's Got a Gun
• Amazing
• The Other Side
• Dream On
• Sweet Emotion
• Falling in Love (Is Hard on the Knees)
• Pink
• I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing
• Devil's Got a New Disguise

Only good music in Saudi. And UAE for that matter. Unless you wanted to listen to this wailing crap that they like, there was NOTHING. Nada. Neit. And no, I'm not a nazi.
You know, I don't know why Jazz Band doesn't play anything like Aerosmith or Michael Buble. They have songs that would work so well!

My day (version 2.0)

My day was pretty normal. I hung out with Bri in band, but pey and Bro was there, I kept getting punched by everybody, and ... yeah. I'll just type.
Ok, so at lunch I'm happy. This week we're not doing the lunch duty. It's not worth it anymore, because when we used to get ten bucks, we now get two. That sucks. So We walked back to class with everyone else. Cam wasn't here, so I will have to get her to agree to confidentiality about yesterday... I went to the beach, and my top hated me, and wanted to make my embarresed, so it kept flashing people... My top, not my. The waves wanted to get my out of my clothes too. Evil beach.
Yeah, in band we were watching Monsters Inc. AGAIN. Apparently, Bri's seen it so many times, he can recite some lines. I asked him how many times did he see this movie, and his relpy:
"50, maybe 60 times."
Wow, ok, so he can recite the first ten mintues of the movie. Eerie. He was laying on the ground, I was sitting next to him, flicking his leg. And having fun I might add, until he started saying ow and snowball-punching me. Eh, I would still have fun because I would hit him with my project from LA. I got a 99 out of a 100. What's wrong? I got one word on Johnny's last name. It's supposed to be Cade, but I put Curtis... One point. From a. 100. Meh.
Bro created a new game. And so did Bri. And so did I. Bro's game is every time you see a bru... No, Bri did that one too... Bro didn't make up a game. Bri made up whenever you see a redhead or a brunette, you get punched. Yeah, notice how he is blond, and there is no blond... Suspicious... I came up with the game that anytime you see a dean, you punch the person. Much harder, but then Bro came up with game status RESETTING every five minutes. Bri turned my arm red. Ow. Not that it helped that I was sitting by him. I had the edge of the table, so only Bri was sitting by me. Better, and worse. One arm is in pain, the other is normal.
Don't worry, as we were walking to 5th, he punched my good arm and gave me dead arm. Ouch.
Lol, most everybody was taking their math finals (Haha, prealgabra doesn't have a final. I don't have a final for math. :D), so there was only a handful of kids in 2nd. Well, I have Mrs. Alexander for 2nd. There was Ben, Kevin, Caden, Alex (The non-annoying one.), Catherine, Berkley, and Casey. Also me, durh. So, for the first half of class, the girls were drawing on the board, and then the rest of class we were sitting around, murdering Barbie dolls, and generally having fun.
Like I was trying to get on the computer, and I opened it, and apparently ants liked it too. There was a whole nest of ants, so Berkley and I were having fun killing them by duct taping them. Then there was the ones in keyboard to worry about, so we smashed keys. Lotsa fun.
And then there was the Barbie dolls. It was a 6th-grader's project, but we didn't care. Neither did Mrs. Alexander. We each got a doll. Catherine's and Berkley's dolls got naughty (Boy and girl, in that order.). My doll wasn't wearing pants, and wearing a turban, the guys hung a Ken from the tv with a shoe lace, and left it, and Casey put her doll in the overhead projector. It was watching the class. Lotsa fun.
Ok, gonna Tweet now, so bye!

Mmh...

.So... Freakin... Tired... Hey, isn't that what comes with mono? Oh no, I can't have mono. No, no no! I can't have mono! Not at the end of the schoolyear! No! I swear, if I have mono... >:( I hate this. If I have mono, then I won't be able to see my friends again. I couldn't live with that. I still need to make amends, say I'm sorry, and punch Bro and Bri for all the cars I got! I still need to get Bri's smell (Ah, Axe. You can tell he JUST started wearing it, it doesn't smell right, and yet it does. I think he's wearing it for me :D) in my system to remember it over the summer. I need to kill Bro. I need to chew out Tat for all those times she publicly humiliated me in front of Bri or my friends. Grrrrr... I do not have mono.
Just had dinner, Papa John's pizza. Yummy. Only thing is that every time I eat pizza, I get heartburn. So right now, I'm in pain. Not withering, but it's enough to make me do the silent OW and cringe. Yeah, I officially hate heartburn. I never liked it before, but now I hate it (Yes, I know hate is a strong word. This time I'm using it against pain I have. Yeah, me no like pain.). Evil pizza. Evil, tasty pizza.

Tired...

Ugh, I'm so tired I'm typing this with my eyes closed. Is that even possible? I'm just remembering where the keys are. Cool!
I have math homework. :P I don't care if we are being taught until the end of the schoolyear, we only have a week left people. Let up on the homework.
Textbook return is this week, I'm too lazy to look at what date... Hm, deep thought. Are you younger when you're asleep? Cause I certainly feel five when I'm tired.

Urrrrr...

Yeah, I'm so very happy in this pic...

I swear... My mom was getting mad because I don't like the clothes she picks out for my. HELLO, I'm a person with my own taste in everything. I like clothes that work best on me, not clothes that a) hang like a bag on me, b) isn't the color that even goes with ANYTHING about me or, c) I just really don't like it. She was making me try on more shrugs to go with my dress (See picture.) that look sofa king retarded. She liked it, and bought it. Ugh, I hate it. I buttons up in the front, covering EVERYTHING. I'm lucki I can breathe in that thing...

Lol, just remembered something Bri said Friday... "You turn really red when you blush." Sometimes I just can't help myself. Like right now. I'm covering my face with my hand, doing that laughing defeated smile, I'm blushing. I was trying to make myslef blush eariler to see how hard I blush, but I'll never know... If I'm ever caught mid-blush in a picture though I will probably agree.

Ah, sunshine. Which is funny because just an hour ago it was pouring down rain... There is still alot of clouds in the sky though... Hey, wind. Yay.

Dream Last Night...

Ok... I had a dream last night. This is kinda big for me because if I have a dream I usually forget that I even have one.
So, it was this weird testing thing early in the morning, and the building I was at to do the testing was scattered, so you had to walk everywhere. You were put into groups by your acedemic level, so I had a bunch of smart people and Bri. I have no idea why he was in there. The tests were very short, but the walking was longer than the tests. As the group moved, Bri and I would chat (The very same thing we do on the way to class.) as we walked.
I remember a test room. I had a teacher that looked suspiciously familiar, but had the (OMG!!! IT WAS MRS. HUFFMAN!!!) tinest room for a class you have ever seen. She didn't even have desks. She just had a little square table surrounded by four chairs that where you sat at was the same height as the table. I felt tall but had to arch my back to fit at the table.
They gave you laptops for the testing, and whenever somebody in your group was done, a little redish box would pop up at the bottom of your screen. Apparently the tests were so hard for smart people, because I only got one box, and it was telling me:
"Bri** L***** (Starred out his name because of privacy issues.) has finished his test."
There was more, but small print. I don't remember.
I even remember clothes! Bri was wearing a white shirt, I never saw what I was wearing (But I know I was wearing clothes.), and the teacher was wearing a blue dress that popped against her really dark skin (She was tanned, not African-American.).

Isn't it said if you dream about him, he went to sleep thinking about you? It might be, and if that's true, then somebody (No names for privacy. I don't give names away like you have to come to me for your name.) from Columbus remembered me, and gave me a GIANT 30-second hug in a past dream. O KAY...

Yo

Listening to Paramore, not saying song name because then it will change, and it'll be a new song. Need to get the full Riot album on my ipod... I had to move a door. Not on it's hinges, no, it was on a table. Rents were painting door. Yeah.

Useless Info of the Day:

Never use a latex-based primer with an oil-based paint. It shows everything.

Update

I don't like her. Mom just.... Ugh, I wanna scream. She's making Julie and I clean the kitchen, where it's all placed her way. She's getting mad at Dad for the smallest things (I was actually ready to cry when she said that. It's because I know it's coming... But you know? It's worth it to stay here, because (Don't like quoting her, but here we go.) "you can love people who make you angry." Oh, two people came to mind when she said that. I smirked. First, Mom, because it's impossible not to love her just a teeny tiny bit, even with hate in mind. And, nope don't love him (Das nasty.) so don't even say squat, Bri, cause even though he pisses me off, and we abuse each other, I still like him.). Yeap.

It's really boring cleaning up my room, but it's better than doing the kitchen!

I've Noticed...

I've noticed that I get pissed off by people. Durh, right? Yeah, well if most anybody pisses me off, I get over it. When my mom pisses me off, I stay mad at HER. Nobody else, just her.
Such as yesterday. When Dad took all of us church shopping, I tried on dresses that I liked. Tried on three of them. She liked one. It has spaghetti straps, it's white, with little black details. Well, she didn't like that it had those straps. So she made me get a shrug. No big deal, right? No, she got the most Grandma-looking one that she could find. "It goes with the dress." When I pointed out another one, she didn't like it.
My reply: "Julie and I have a style of our own."
Her reply: "Well, I'll kick your a** for having a style of your own."
... >:( I don't like it.
And then today. She salted the floor, because she read somewhere that fleas don't like salt, and my cats have fleas, so she put salt all over the floor. I was vacuuming up the salt downstairs, because she told me to, and then she comes along, sees the way I vacuum, and then schools me on how to vacuum. I know how to vacuum, thank you very much. Then, when I went to do the stairs, she schools me on those too! OM FLIPPIN' GOLDFISH. I KNOW HOW TO VACUUM. But apparently, I don't vacuum "right." Ugh, hate it.
(Ok, I know hate is a strong word, but most of the time she just pisses me off. Excuse me cause I'm disobeying the Ten Commandments. She just..... ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!!)

Short Story 1: Why?

"Why?" He asked himself numerous times, but never found an answer. "Why?"
He loved her. She loved him. After a few short years of love, the fights began. First they were over important topics, like money, the bills, the children. After that, it was over trivial problems. "Who forgot to put the dishes away?" "Who left the light on?" "Who keeps leaving their clothes on the floor?" Even though it might be the children, she always blamed him.
After the fights, she would go out at night. First every other week, then every week, everyday. She started coming home later and later, then she stopped coming home the same day she left. She would come back the next day. The children would ask their dad where Mom was, but he wouldn't be able to tell them.
He knew what she was doing. She was cheating. She didn't love him anymore, so she went to somebody else who "loved" her. He knew, the other guy didn't love her half as much as he used to love her.
Whenever he would ask her where she's been all night, she would tell him the lie. Whenever he would ask her if she was cheating on him, in the most quietest voice he could manage with all the anger bubbling inside of him, she would get angry and answer a little too quickly no. That's when a little bit of the anger would spill out. They would get into the biggest fights, then she would leave the house again. Off to him again, bitterness still in mind. He would keep his anger bottled up, to where he almost tricked himself that he wasn't angry.
The tenth time of her coming home the next was the last straw. He let his angry out. He yelled, he swore, and she did the same things. This time, he stormed off. He went to the nearest lawyer's office, and filed a divorce. He felt guilty, but then he remembered the cheating. When he brought home the papers, and showed them to his partner. When she saw the title of the pages, she knew what it meant. They were divorce papers. When she looked up at him, she had tears coming down. She asked him, "Why?" He told her about the cheating, and how he was the one being loyal to their marriage, not her. She started to cry, and told him the story about all the business dinners she been having to go to. He wouldn't take it. He told her to sign the papers, and he left. He went to a hotel on the other side of town, and stayed there for the night.
The next day, when he went back home, he saw the papers, signed, by a note that said, "Here are the papers. Out with him." He saw that note, and decided to tell the children now. They heard the fights before, and the oldest of the two knew it was coming sooner or later. Both the children agreed, no more fighting. They saw what could happen to people if they fight as often as they breathe air.
As he and the children are waiting for the divorce to be finalized by the local judge, he's asking himself, "Why?" This time, he has the answer. She didn't love him.


(Ok, so about a third of this I wrote down, all the other bits I came up with. Kinda sad story, partially true to what's going on with parents. There's no cheating that I know of, but there is fighting. Julie and I still fight.)

Remembering...

Ugh, still there is more to type about yesterday...

Ok, so in band after Bro and Bri unlaced my shoes (My converses. Get your own!), Bri messed up my hair. Yep, my hair. As I was fixing it WITHOUT a mirror (Lemme just say, that takes skill and practice. It's actually hard to fix your hair without anything that gives off a reflection.), he says I look like I just woke up. I told him, "No, I look better when I wake up." Yeah, so this morning I remembered that little bit of yesterday, and I got my camera. Guess what I did? No, not that, I took a pic of me, right after I got out of bed, and sent it too him via Facebook saying "I don't look too bad in the morning..." Yeah... I really don't think I look terrible in the mornings, it's just that I sleep well. And I sleep better when I fall asleep to rock music (Don't ask me how, it just makes me sleepy.).

I'm going to be posting a short little story on here, it just came to me in math Wednesday after a quiz, and I didn't have a book to read.

Two day stories (Long post, people...)

Ah, fun past two days... But first, a service update from yours turely: I'm eating a banana pop, and my mom salted my floor. More on that, later.

THURSDAY:
Ok, yesterday was some kind of awesome. Woke up at 5:45 (Way to friggen early, people. I mean, I've woken up at 3 am before, but that time I could sleep. Not this time.), got dressed, ate an egg and cheese buritto (I knew it tasted funny! No sausage!), then went to the school. I have pictures, but their going up on facebook. ONE TIME will I say my name for Facebook. Rachel Brown. That's it, and I should be located in the Northern Hemisphere. You'll have to befriend me to see pictures I think, so if you do, just put a personal message saying "For IOA pictures." I'll know what your talking about.
Yeah, didn't ride alot of rides, most all of them are roller coasters that flip (Heck no.) or I just ate. I really went for friends and getting away from parents and school. I mean, who doesn't want a free day out of school? The bus ride there was boring, cause everyone was waking up, but the bus ride back was awesome. I got tired of sitting with the chaperone (I was tricked, I have no idea how.) and so I moved in between Moe and KT, and just had fun. Moe took my phone, and was texting JC, and I needed to text Bri about And's phone, and so I took my phone, and I leaned into the aisle, and she was trying to get my phone back. She looked like she was getting ready to bear hug me. Yeah, while I was texting Bri, she was just over there, looking ready to bear hug. Before I gave it back, I sadi in the most Achmed voice possible, "STOP... TOUCHING... ME!" Lol, very fun.
I moved groups like three times yesterday. First from Moe's group, then from Bri's group (Cause the chaperone was an ***wipe, and even he wanted to do rides like the Hulk, so he moved me. ***wipe.). Yeah, at least I was still on bus 1. Some solid knowledge there.

FRIDAY:
Yeah, it felt like a Monday today because of the trip yesterday. The teachers kept talking about discussing topics "next Tuesday", and every time I was like, "Isn't that tomorrow...?" Then I would remember it's Friday. Fail. BUT, BUT, B U T, I wasn;t the only one. Most everybody who went on the trip felt like it was Monday. Yeah, stupid normal people who knew it was Friday. But it was a pretty ok day.
First, I got free ice cream. Brooke stalked me out on the patio, then asked me what was I doing. I told her the story of how Mrs. Greening's class got ice cream because we raised the most box tops at the beginning of the year, and she said "Screw you." :D That's what I get, vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup and choco bits. Yum!
Yeah, so I was eating my ice cream, wearing my shorst sleeved jacket-dark grey cami combo, and apparently my bra strap was showing because Tat goes, "You have a cute bra!" OMFG, she practially screams that twice, and then Bri looks and agrees! I don't know what's worse, Tat saying that, or Bri agreeing. I wraped myslef in my jacket, to where NOTHING was showing, except that meant my jacket shrinking up my back, and Bri being "turned on" by how my cami was showing skin. OMFG. THEN, in band, he and Brooke were trying to get my shoes. First, just untying them, but then, UNLACING them no where I had to redo my whole shoe. Yeah... Ale was being all "Do you wanna go out?" Yeah, guess how many times I turned him down? Yeah... And then Bri tells Ale that we're going out. Why Ale asked I have no idea.
Yeah, and then when Bro, Bri, and I were walking to class (Well, I was going to class. They were going to their lockers. Suckas.), and he grabbed my backpack, holding me back from math. Not that I like math (It sucks.), it's just that he was holding me back. Urgh.
I have bruises! From Bri and Bro! They kept "seeing" Volkswagons, and so they WAIT until they see me the next day, and then they hit me AHAP (As Hard As Possible.). I have bruises, and ow they hurt.
Hey, just remembered about the shoe measuring today in band. Pey wears size 11 women's, Brooke 9 1/2 women's, me 9 women's, and Bri 8 1/2 men. I said he had the smallest feet, but then he told me off by saying that those shoes are sized down 2 sizes, but his feet are still smaller than Pey's.
Yep, the past two days. Pretty cool.
Oh yeah, and the reason why my mom has put salt on my floor is because my cats both have fleas, and she read somewhere that fleas don't like salt, so it's all over the floor. Ugh, I hate it. I can't walk anywhere without getting salt all over my feet. Erm.

Woah, cool right?

I have this mask. It's hanging on the wall. This one is one I founf on the internet, and I was like, "OMG!!! MY MASK!!! I'm gonna kill whoever made the mask a handheld." Yeah, I sooooooo want to find a dress to go with the mask, but I just can't find one. It's imposs. I was hoping to get one for like Halloween, but I've wanted to make that dream come true for like 3 Halloweens now... I don;t think I'll ever find the dress. Tear

The Journal entries for the project

The journal entries I have for my project. Thr first one I wrote like I was Johnny, and the second is kinda the same thing. It's 100% true.

Johnny's:
I did it. I killed a Soc. Then I ran. What kind of kid am I? A kid who kills ‘n’ run? That’s not me. That’s a juvenile delinquent, someone who knows what jail is like. I feel so guilty right now. For me to take a life, that’s not my job. That’s the fuzz’s job.
My hands are ruined, tainted. Tainted with blood, tainted with murder. That Soc was drowning Pony, and I made an oath that I would never be jumped again like that one night… I just didn’t think it would come to this. With my switchblade, my anger, my actions. I’m so afraid I’ll be found, I’m feeling sick. The worst part is that I ran, ran away from it all, ran away from the… murder. Just thinking about last night, I want to fade. I want to fade away, into the world, I want to forget everything, who I am, what life I have, want I’ve done.
I’m afraid for my life. I’m glad Pony’s here, or else I would do far worse things than run away from the fuzz. He keeps me company, and we read Gone With the Wind anytime we’re not playing poker. I’d rather be a lonely person with a friend than a hermit with nobody.
Johnny Curtis

Mine:
I’m scared silly. I slapped him. I slapped Terrance. Now I’m in ISS for two days, one before Spring Break, one after. Normally when a kid slaps anyone in the school zone, the least the school can do is OSS for a day. Since I had such a clean record, I got the two days. I don’t fit in, with all these other people, and it’s very boring, nobody to talk to, and always doing work. Shockingly, I’m getting sympathy from all of my teachers. Well, all of them except for Mrs. Coppedge. You can tell she doesn’t like me, or what I’ve done. She hasn’t liked me much before, but now she really doesn’t like me.
I’m so grateful Mr. Bouldin, 6th grade teachers, and the vice principal understood why I did it. I was tired. Tired of all the social exclusion, tired of being picked on, being called ugly and ‘Monkey Girl,’ tired of it all. My friends were the only thing keeping me from skipping school, doing really bad things, and just having really low self esteem. I would be a real delinquent had not been for them.
He, Terrance, was one of the popular African-American kids in 6th, but always getting into trouble, whether it be with the teachers or the other kids. None of the teachers like him or his friends. That’s why I got the sympathy from the teachers. I had stood up to the bullying I received. True, I went way to far, not telling a teacher and slapping somebody, but as I look back, I see I did the thing that most kids would have probably done.
Once back in normal classes, I got congratulations from other kids. I mean, to them, this NOBODY slapped a kid. That was pretty big for them. They thought he was annoying too, so they liked it. They wanted more of it, of the fighting, of the abuse. My school was a very bad school. It had a lot of African-American kids who always acted out, and my school was a last resort before reformatory school.
The only regret that I have is not telling my parents. They got the call from the vice principal, whom I asked not to call my parents and she said ok, while we were on vacation in Mississippi, and though I was chewed out a lot, they were disappointed.
That slap changed my life.
Rachel

Wooh

I've been noticing that I'm happier all of the sudden. Random, IKR? I think it's because everything that's happening to me, like crushin', end of the year stuff, more fun and games, rest time... Yeah, really happy.
K, first. I think Ash's is jealous. Call me paranoied, but she doesn't have anyone to herself right now. I mean, she has Jef coming back to her (maybe), but I have Bri, and I think she's jealous. Like I said, just a hunch. But yesterday, we were in line, and you know how it goes. Single file. Well, She got in between Bri and me, and turned her back on me to talk to him. I was trying to get into the convo, but everytime I moved to, she would move to block me. Call it a hunch.
Second, I have the weirdest wave like ever. If you ever see me, my wrist moves side to side, and kinda turns. Nothing else. It like really weird.
Third, the band trip is 2MORO. Woah. I'll be on bus #1, with Moe's group, but I moved to Bro and Bri's group, but they couldn't fit any more people on their bus. Tear. Today we turned our music in. It was sad, knowing I'm never going to play that music again. Well, playing it again being a 7th grader. I'm still going to be a french horn player in Wind next year, so I get to keep Frenchie over the summer. I'm going to try to get to be able to play high notes, and review low notes. I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO want to have the satifaction of being first chair, you know?
I won't be posting 2moro, and sorry I haven't been posting anything on Italy or Dubai. I've been to busy. I haven't even checked my email or Facebooked. That's big for me.
Well, I has project, so till Friday,
Mystery Aviator Girl
(If you wanna stalk me, I'll be at Islands of Adventures in Orlando, wearing aviators.)

Best Tuesday EVER

Loved today, I'll just get to the point.

• The concert was awesome!!! Even though Beginning Band kinda sucked, they were ok. The kid on the cowbell was severely off beat. He would speed up, then slow down. Very bi-polar. But I'm still hyped up on adrenaline and happiness. I hugged Bri like 5 times (new record), and all of my other friends like 2 times each. The outfit was suffocating me though. We had to wear a bow tie, and a vest, and I was wearing a cami, but it was worth it because after the concert I unbuttoned my shirt, rolled up the sleeves, and I was good for a school day. Bri didn't have the bad haircut this time (thank god), and he had a Mountain Dew. Crazy, he drank out of it, Moe drank out of it, and then they asked me if I wanted some. Ew, not after Bri. I sounded pretty good, and I got high notes I wouldn't normally get on any given day. During St. Thomas, a very hard song, I didn't lose my place, and was on beat with my head bobbing. But I wasn't the only one because Sim, Tri, Ale, and Alx were all doing the head bob thingie too. Just awesome. Aftwer the concert, we went out for celebratory doughnuts at Krispy Kreme, and they were hot off the conveyor belt. Delish!
• I learned some stuff, but lol too funny to say. Alx did do a fail. He wears glasses, and somebody took them and put them on his hand, and he put his hand on his face with the glasses on right, and he juust sat there for like 5 minutes,, looking around. Bri was acting crazy, and Tri brought a fedora. Lol, I stole it, and (bad idea) went to lean up against a wall. He came charging after me, and when I got to the wall, he put his hand on the hat, my hand was trying to keep the hat on, and he was pushing me to the ground, fedora on. "Give... Me...The... Hat..." Yeah, I was freaked out, so I gave in. Hm, oh yeah, Idk what happened, but Mr. Izzy told Eva something, and apparently it was bad news, because she started crying. Poor Eva...

I SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Want to go to school tomorrow!!! Shock, but yeah.

Last Bits of the Day

Two things, I had the worst steak ever, and it's freezing in my house.
First, the terrible steak. EEW! It was SSOOOOOOO rare, I took a bite, and felt like a vampire. My dad actually eats that stuff. I think he's a rare breed of vamp, ones that aren't good looking (JK! Love my dad!) and don't have the spark-lay skin. My mom took the medium bits, my dad got anything rarer, and Julie and I didn't eat anything because the steak was too rare for my taste, let alone Julie's. She so picky... It's hard to believe she even likes to eat...
Like I said, it's frfreeeeezingg in my house. My feet are sooooooooo cold, if you put them in a freezer my feet would feel warm. My feet are BLUE. (Just dance! Lol, <3 that song.) Freezing, and it's likr 75o upstairs. Brrrr.... I'm wearing sweats to bed. Sweats, but still cami.
Update: Listening to music no Youtube... I has account, but please don't stalk me. I already have enough people stalking me. Ah, smiling. I feel too animated when writing. If you read this, count on me making hand movements.

The Best Monday I've had in a LONG time

Ah, I'm smiling just thinking about it. First, no homework except a project due Friday, my possible switching groups for the band trip, my crush, and a hug... Yep, very good day!
First, no homework. I was shocked actually. Normally I have something for math or science, but nothing in math, and the only thing this week for science is study for the final, which is TOMORROW. I'm gonna shoot for the moon, but I will be confident in any wrong answer I may make. The only thing that was freakin hilarious, was in science. We were reviewing for the test, and Mrs. Kiefer has the oldest buzzers, but the whole class likes to get on teams and answer science questions. Well, (I will say FULL names here) Ben Thompson and Andrew Dempsey got a little too excited, and ... yeah, to the buzzers. I was shocked Mrs. Kiefer knows what a BJ is... She called the dean, and they got either detention or suspension. If it's suspension I think it's for the rest of the year, since we only have soo long until the end.
Second, the band trip. It's Thursday. Woah. The group I'm in right now (I think, he might have changed it) is a group with Moe, Alyssa, KT, and Chand. I asked Mr. Izzy if I... Well, ok, I told Bri and Bro, so in band, Bri and I went up to the teacher, and he asked if I could move to his gruop (I can't spell today!) group. Of course, Mr. Izzy sensed something going on, so I told him that Bro and Cam and Tat was in it too. I hope I can, but Cam's brain dead, friendless little sister stalked Cam into their group. I hope she is content with moving, because they already had ten people in that group. Eep.
Ah, my crush on him. He was wearing a purple shirt, the one with the collar, and looks all rugged and it's from Hollister? That one. It looks perfect on him. Especially with his hair. Today at lunch I sat by him, and he kept doing the male hair flip, and looking at me. I was all giggly after that, and I kept looking back at him and his section in band (I dislike how that's the only class we have together.). I was still smiling in 6th, but there's a different reason for that.
The reason is because he hugged me. I didn't go up to him and give him a hug either. He said I looked like I needed a hug, aw. Of COURSE I got the hug, and I didn't care how many people were watching. I like him, I think he likes me, and the hug was the best in the world in my life so far. You could still say that I his girl, and he's my dude. I still get a little red when ever anybody says we're girlfriend and boyfriend. It's a little early for that, you could say. Oh, another thing, he's starting to wait for me whenever we're in the hallways. I like that alot. Like today, my class was walking to lunch, and I'm the first person in line (I earned my spot by being quick on my feet.), and his class was going to lunch too. He saw me, I saw him, smiled, and he said,"I'm going to go this way," and walked towards me. Aw. We didn't wait for Bro or Cam or Tat, we just walked to lunch. I'm smiling just typing and remembering today. Ah, I love it.
Just finished a Ghirardelli Choclate Brownie. Very good, and moist too. I have always found it amazing that even though it was once powder, and then it went into the oven with water, it still comes out perfect. Good moral there. Need to write that down...

Update

Reading FML posts... Wow, some of these people have terrible lives, and some of them deserve it. I feel sorry for some people.

Update

Just had the awesomest dinner ever... Corn on the cob cooked just right, lemon pepper chicken, and mashed potatoes. Very good. My mom makes killer corn on the cob. Delish!
Lol, listening to Jeff Dunham's "Spark of Insanity" again... 'He pulled it, I farted, and half the neighborhood fell down... Other day I cracked my knuckles, and he dove under the couch.' Funny stuff.

Update on Final Project

Working on the timeline, I already have the outline for the posterboard. I still hate this.

Update

I can feel the pressure...
)Not only from parents, but friends and grandparents...)
I'm sitting all alone...
(In my room, working on homework...)

Lol, love this song

Show me how to lie
You're getting better all the time
And turning all against the one
Is an art that's hard to teach

Another clever word
Sets off an unsuspecting herd
And as you get back into line
A mob jumps to their feet

Now dance, f***er, dance
Man, he never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running for their lives

Slowly out of line
And drifting closer in your sights
So play it out I'm wide awake
It's a scene about me

There's something in your way
And now someone is gonna pay
And if you can't get what you want
Well it's all because of me

Now dance, f***er, dance
Man, I never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you

And now you'll lead the way
Show the light of day
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid

Trust, deceived!

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running for their lives

Now dance, f***er, dance
He never had a chance
And no one even knew
It was really only you
So dance, f***er, dance
I never had a chance
It was really only you

With a thousand lies
And a good disguise
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running for their lives

Clever alibis
Lord of the flies
Hit 'em right between the eyes
Hit 'em right between the eyes
When you walk away
Nothing more to say
See the lightning in your eyes
See 'em running for their lives

Ah, love this song, cool video too. By The Offspring, guess the song. Type names you guess in comments.