.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.
May 30, 2010
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.
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...
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...
May 29, 2010
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!
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!!!!!!)
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.)
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.
May 28, 2010
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.
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.
May 26, 2010
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
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.)
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.)
May 25, 2010
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.
May 24, 2010
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.
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...
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...
May 23, 2010
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.
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...)
)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.
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.
Grrrr....
Grrrrrrrr...... I hate going to church. Not that I don't like it (I love church!), it's just my parents are just now starting to make my sister and I wear dresses and skirts to church. The worst part: just as we're getting dressed up, everyone else is getting very casual. Grrrr, and parents won't lift the rule for summer. This totally sucks, and my MOM (grr) made the rule. I'm starting to think she wants the family to make a good impression. Well, that one week is already gone to make an impression! I don't even have any dresses or skirts that look anything but tacky. I'm having to makeshift outfits, and I tell her Julie and I both need more dresses and skirts and clothes IN GENRAL, but does she listen? No. When she does, we have to pick the tackiest clothes that SHE likes, not the dresses that the people who are going to wear them likes.
Pure.
Evil.
(This is War. Song I'm listening to right now.)
Pure.
Evil.
(This is War. Song I'm listening to right now.)
May 22, 2010
Roma, Italia: Parte Terza (Part three)
(OK, just putting this before so I can tell you how funny this story is bofore you read it.)
(1)
Dear Journley (2),
Today, I was sick (3). (Ok, if you don't like kinda graphic stuff, then don't read on. If you want a good laugh, read, foo!) I got up at 3:30 am (4) and puked (5). My mom came in, and my dad woke up (6). He brought me some sprite (7). I went to my bed, my parents were talking to me (8), when I puked (9) again. This time in my bed (10). I changed pillows, before it went all over my bed (11). Then I went to bed, only to wake up at 6:30 am. I got dressed, but then puked into a trash can (12). Suprisingly, we were going to Pompeii (13). We were went. I still went, sick (14). We brought plastic bags, but I puked once on the bus (15). My dad called me a GOOD PUKER (16)! That's so sick (17). After stopping for a bathroom break, we were at Pompeii (18). I didn't puke there, but someone might have died there. I heard a scream (19). Once we were back on the bus, and at the bus stop, I puked again (20)! This night, I was afraid to eat. I could barf it up, so I ate little (21). I had Alka Seltzer. Bleh (22)! Untill tomrrow (23),
Rachel
(1)
Dear Journley (2),
Today, I was sick (3). (Ok, if you don't like kinda graphic stuff, then don't read on. If you want a good laugh, read, foo!) I got up at 3:30 am (4) and puked (5). My mom came in, and my dad woke up (6). He brought me some sprite (7). I went to my bed, my parents were talking to me (8), when I puked (9) again. This time in my bed (10). I changed pillows, before it went all over my bed (11). Then I went to bed, only to wake up at 6:30 am. I got dressed, but then puked into a trash can (12). Suprisingly, we were going to Pompeii (13). We were went. I still went, sick (14). We brought plastic bags, but I puked once on the bus (15). My dad called me a GOOD PUKER (16)! That's so sick (17). After stopping for a bathroom break, we were at Pompeii (18). I didn't puke there, but someone might have died there. I heard a scream (19). Once we were back on the bus, and at the bus stop, I puked again (20)! This night, I was afraid to eat. I could barf it up, so I ate little (21). I had Alka Seltzer. Bleh (22)! Untill tomrrow (23),
Rachel
- Saturday, March 31
- (That peeves me, every time.)
- (Very, very sick.)
- (Yeah, what other time?)
- (Time one of like ten.)
- (Yeah, I am a loud puker. Descriptive, but yep.)
- (Peeve, should be capitalized.)
- (I have no idea what they said, I was literally withering in pain, because my stomache was killing me. Literally. Ouch, haven't felt that much pain in forever.)
- (Time two.)
- (Yep, I didn't feel it coming because of extreme PAIN.)
- (Ew. And I slept in that bed. Glad I cleaned it up.)
- (Hey, something I don't have to clean up. The parents asked for some chamoelle tea, and it tasted good.)
- (All the way down to the tip of Italy. One day. Good luck, me!)
- (Parents didn't have much sympathy.)
- (Yeah, thought it was more than that... Like 5 times...)
- (Gross. Disgusting. Ew.)
- (In the dsgusting way.)
- (Yay, Pompeii. The City of Ruins. Very pretty actually.)
- (And these big guys in black coats, even though it was like 85 degrees, went towards the scream. My dad told me that somebody slipped and broke their neck. Not too good!)
- (Great. More puke. I really should have put ralph, you know? It would have been better. I'm getting sick just typing this!)
- (I wasn't hungry, shockingly. I didn't even leave the hotel room once we got back. I got in my PJs, -Yeah, I wore PJs.- and waited for parents to come back with pizzas from the place across the street. I watched Italian TV. Fun.)
- (Very lemon-y. It fizzed alot, put didn't fis up all the way. I had alot of powder in that glass...)
- (Peeve everytime...)
Update 14
Just listened to "Decode" and now listening to "Crushcrushcrush"... I hate (Oh, wait, hate's a strong word.) DISLIKE how they made "Decode" go along with Twilight. Good song, good book, terrible movie with Pattison. Shame how girls (never me) fall for him.
Fav Song Time (Just realized that this says FAV. Sounds like PITA or FEMA, ya kno?)
Listening to my all time favorite song, "Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" by Aerosmith. They're pretty weird, but the music is awesome. No, song ended.
Eh, time for "Mr. Blue Sky" By ELO (Just look them up.). If you listen, this song has been in a lot of movies.
Other songs (Doing this instead of Polished Paper for Zamp...):
Eh, time for "Mr. Blue Sky" By ELO (Just look them up.). If you listen, this song has been in a lot of movies.
Other songs (Doing this instead of Polished Paper for Zamp...):
- Rock 'n' Roll is King
- Dude (Looks Like a Lady)
- Livin' On the Edge
- Walk this Way
- Cryin'
- Pink
- Dream On
- Sweet Emotion
- Gives You H**l
- The Feel Good Drag
- I Don't Care
- Can't Buy Me Love (Buble version)
- Don't Bring Me Down
OMG, looking at my ipod... Eh, those are live the first 15 out of 200.
TWO WEEKS...ONE DAY... I'm gonna miss this year actually...
Update
Got the coolest gum (No, you can't have any.) and it tastes really good. It's not React 5, but it's 5 Solstice, a warm and cool winter experience. Awesome.
Eh ry
Ok, just finished eating breakfast, suprisingly still hungry (Hi! I'm a girl, and I eat like a teenage boy!).
But that's not the funny part. My mom has a bite or sting on her finger (It's huge! She can't even bend her finger, it's swelled up sooo much.), and she developed a headache (Either just a headache or it's from the bite.). Then she got all tense. My dad was trying to put his hand on her shoulder, but she cringed away the times he tried (No, they are not fighting. She was just tense.). He said,"You're so tense," and mae chainsaw noises. I called her a chainsaw, and now I'm listening to "The Lumberjack" by Jackyl. It's an awesome song, because a chainsaw is actually in it, making music. Awesome.
It's an eh song, thought it was funny until I typed it out...
But that's not the funny part. My mom has a bite or sting on her finger (It's huge! She can't even bend her finger, it's swelled up sooo much.), and she developed a headache (Either just a headache or it's from the bite.). Then she got all tense. My dad was trying to put his hand on her shoulder, but she cringed away the times he tried (No, they are not fighting. She was just tense.). He said,"You're so tense," and mae chainsaw noises. I called her a chainsaw, and now I'm listening to "The Lumberjack" by Jackyl. It's an awesome song, because a chainsaw is actually in it, making music. Awesome.
It's an eh song, thought it was funny until I typed it out...
Help
I think I'm going insane. Every time I look at my ceiling it looks like it's moving. First it was pulsing, then I looked again and it was doing the wave. Third time I looked, just to make sure my eyes are ok, the ceiling was moving like something breathing... I have no idea what's going on, but I'm blaming my eyes and that it's early. If anything else happens though, then I'll really wonder.
Yes, it did happen again. I'm going insane. No dip!
Yes, it did happen again. I'm going insane. No dip!
May 21, 2010
Update 13
Played, for an hour, Apples to Apples with family. Beat em all, by at least four cards. Awesome. Julie seemed more upbeat too, but once the game was over, back to skulking. That's Julie!
Roma, Italia: Seconda Parte (Part two)
(1)
Dier Journly (2),
Today we took the Vatican tour of their museum, and the Sisten Chapel (3). My mom felt cheated, because it was supposed to quiet, but it was so loud (4). We took a red bus (5) to the Collisiun, and took a tour of it, instead of a "long line" wait (6). After that, we took another red bus (7) to the Spanish Steps (8). We took a glance (9), then went to (10) Trivi Fountain. I made 2 wishes. I don't remember my wishes (11), because they were complicated (12). I know one was to good will (13). The other, to myself (14). Mrs. Vallejo (15), you forgot to give me my coin for your wish (16). After we went to Trivi, eve (17) went to the red bus stop (18). We missed it, because it stopped two (19) blocks ahead of the stop (20). We took a taxi to our hotel (21), layed (22) around a while (23), then went to dinner. Julie and I had potato rounds in a four-cheese sauce. It was delishious (24). Untill lourror (25),
Rachel
Dier Journly (2),
Today we took the Vatican tour of their museum, and the Sisten Chapel (3). My mom felt cheated, because it was supposed to quiet, but it was so loud (4). We took a red bus (5) to the Collisiun, and took a tour of it, instead of a "long line" wait (6). After that, we took another red bus (7) to the Spanish Steps (8). We took a glance (9), then went to (10) Trivi Fountain. I made 2 wishes. I don't remember my wishes (11), because they were complicated (12). I know one was to good will (13). The other, to myself (14). Mrs. Vallejo (15), you forgot to give me my coin for your wish (16). After we went to Trivi, eve (17) went to the red bus stop (18). We missed it, because it stopped two (19) blocks ahead of the stop (20). We took a taxi to our hotel (21), layed (22) around a while (23), then went to dinner. Julie and I had potato rounds in a four-cheese sauce. It was delishious (24). Untill lourror (25),
Rachel
- Friday, March 30
- (I must have been tired, bacause my handwriting sucks this entry.)
- (You know, the one where da Vinci or somebody who painted good sat up there for weeks painting that magnificant mural? That's the place. It was being restored, though. Losta scaffolding everywhere.)
- (Hate to sound racist, but that one stupid GIANT Chinese group taking pictures -not allowed-, talking on their phones -also not allowed-, and being AS LOUD AS POSSIBLE -the place was supposed to be silent except for whispers-. GRRRRR, hate those chinese people. Evil, evil people. And nobody there was telling the to shut up! WTH people?!?)
- (Like the pnes in England and France. Same line too, for tourists.)
- (We jumped in a group at the last minute :D )
- (On the top, baby! Awesome, wind in my old short hair, eyes closed, sun warming my face. Pure joy.)
- (I have no idea why they're called that, they just are.)
- (Literally. I forget what they looked like because we just passed them.)
- (Right donw the street from the Spanish Steps was...)
- (Why would I even tell you? They're supposed to be kept secret, away from other people's eyes and ears. Sometimes hearts.)
- (Or that. Being complicated wishes works too.)
- (Cheesy. Everyone knows good will isn't possible. It might be, but World Peace and that stuff is Just impossible.)
- (Apparently I was self-centered back them.)
- (My 4th grade teacher.)
- (I told my class as soon as I knew that I was going to Italy for Spring Break and the week before Spring Break, and she told me she was going to give me a coin for me to make her wish. Like in the post, she didn't.)
- (I SWEAR THAT'S WHAT IT SAID! IT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DIDN'T LOOK LIKE "WE"!!!)
- (No, the bus stop wasn't red. It was the bus stop for the red bus.)
- (Not one, but TWO.)
- (Evil, good-for-nothing Italians. At least they weren't as bad as the French...)
- (Because my mom got tired of waiting for another bus, we missed two...)
- (PEEVE)
- (Not really, like 30 minutes... Ah, my feet were rested.)
- (That's what it says, and OMG you will enjoy reading tomorrow's post about Rome. He-larious, but I'm getting sick right now.)
- (O MY FREAKIN GOAWD, PEEVE, AND IT DIDN'T EVEN LOOK LIKE 'TOMORROW'! W. T. F?)
Ok, people, read, this post isn't junk
Ok people, if your going to read the blog, please follow me or write comments. I feel like I'm just writing-typing to be writing-typing. Please? Make me feel like SOMEBODY is reading? I'm begging you. PLEASE?
Update (this is like 20 in two days...?)
Listening to music, and didn't know J.T. was in "Dead and Gone".
OOH, I've been driving on this road too long... (too long)... Trying to find my way back home... (back home)... The old me's dead and gone, dead and gone... Wow, love the rapish part. NO, DON'T END ON ME! Eh, I have "If You Only Knew" by Shinedown. They're pretty cool, just the first 20 seconds of the song id kinda (id? Really?) is kinda weird, but then it's perfect. It's one of my songs, yo!
OOH, I've been driving on this road too long... (too long)... Trying to find my way back home... (back home)... The old me's dead and gone, dead and gone... Wow, love the rapish part. NO, DON'T END ON ME! Eh, I have "If You Only Knew" by Shinedown. They're pretty cool, just the first 20 seconds of the song id kinda (id? Really?) is kinda weird, but then it's perfect. It's one of my songs, yo!
05-21-2010 (used to typing 05091997, u know?)
My day was ok. I heard two jokes that were just soooooo wrong. The first one was very very racist, and second one I've heard before, but was very wrong. Apparently it scarred B "for life." Eh, get used to it. I did.
Ok, so today the Jazz Band went to Durbin, and came back before 4th. Girl B waited it out, as always, and then when it was time for lunch, she gets at the head of the line with the 8th graders. It was ok, because I got to be with boy B in line, no a or annoying B who waits it out. Even B (ok, ok, even I'm geting confused. I'll put the first three letters of people's names for now on.) Bri went to class. Bro just likes to do nothing. Lazy bum. Ash wasn't here today, I think she got checked out. Haha, no annoying girl to make me feel inferior.
I still can't believe we only have TWO weeks now, two weeks, 2 days... Well, two weeks at school. So much left to do, and I'm not talking about school only. I need to make amends with some people, some people I should apologize to, some I need to gte emails and phone numbers. Others... Well, you can guess.
Other than that, the day was normal. I need more clothes, because I had to wear the WORST shirt today. It's pink (MAJOR no no right there), it has bell sleeves that turn up at the ends, and it's all stripy. Terrible, and the day it looks good on ANYONE, I will laugh.
I need to charge my iPod, and get it out of my stuff... Today, in math, I needed to get into my binder. Well, guess what was waiting for me, in blue, just sitting there? No idea? Wow, slow much? My iPod was just sitting there, no headphones, and dead. I was like, "OMG, WTF ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!" Somebody sitting right next to me say it, and asked me if it was the newest kinda. No mine is as old as dirt. It was the next to latest generation, thanks for asking and almost getting me in trouble for bringing "electronics" into school.
Ah, and I almost slept in math. I had my eyes shaded by my hands, so nobody could see my eyes, and they just shut. The only thing I don't like about sleeping like that it two things:
Ok, so today the Jazz Band went to Durbin, and came back before 4th. Girl B waited it out, as always, and then when it was time for lunch, she gets at the head of the line with the 8th graders. It was ok, because I got to be with boy B in line, no a or annoying B who waits it out. Even B (ok, ok, even I'm geting confused. I'll put the first three letters of people's names for now on.) Bri went to class. Bro just likes to do nothing. Lazy bum. Ash wasn't here today, I think she got checked out. Haha, no annoying girl to make me feel inferior.
I still can't believe we only have TWO weeks now, two weeks, 2 days... Well, two weeks at school. So much left to do, and I'm not talking about school only. I need to make amends with some people, some people I should apologize to, some I need to gte emails and phone numbers. Others... Well, you can guess.
Other than that, the day was normal. I need more clothes, because I had to wear the WORST shirt today. It's pink (MAJOR no no right there), it has bell sleeves that turn up at the ends, and it's all stripy. Terrible, and the day it looks good on ANYONE, I will laugh.
I need to charge my iPod, and get it out of my stuff... Today, in math, I needed to get into my binder. Well, guess what was waiting for me, in blue, just sitting there? No idea? Wow, slow much? My iPod was just sitting there, no headphones, and dead. I was like, "OMG, WTF ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!" Somebody sitting right next to me say it, and asked me if it was the newest kinda. No mine is as old as dirt. It was the next to latest generation, thanks for asking and almost getting me in trouble for bringing "electronics" into school.
Ah, and I almost slept in math. I had my eyes shaded by my hands, so nobody could see my eyes, and they just shut. The only thing I don't like about sleeping like that it two things:
- The paper reflects back, through your eyelids, and into your eyes. Very annoying.
- My hands, elbows, and wrists cramp up. Hurts after 10 mintues.
Also, you can't exactly sleep unless it's movie day. The teacher might call on you.
No plans for weekend, jsut do homework and get started on project for Zamp. She's making the class choose somebody from 'The Outsiders' that's either a clone or a polar opposite. I choose Johnny as a clone-ish charater. I know we have both done things, said words, thought thoughts that we weren't and aren't proud of. That's why I choose him. It's orignally due Thursday, but since the band trip is Thursday (W00T! Can't wait!), Cam, Tat, Bro, more people, and I get to turn it in on Firday. I'm in Moe's group, but might move at the place to avoid changing buses... Now that I think about that, might just move buses and groups to Bri, Bro, Cam, and Tat's group. More friends in one place, and I know what the bus will be like to and from Islands of Adventures. Fun, fun. Just like lunch on steroids.
May 20, 2010
Roma, Italia: Parte Una (Rome, Italy: Part One)
Ah Roma, come ti amo (how I love thee). You were awesome. I will just remember to never get the potato rounds in the four-cheese sauce. Ugh, hated that night and day... But that's on a later post (tomorrow's post).
(1)
Dear Journley (2),
Today we ate a cresant (3) on the train (4), and got off in Rome (5). We checked in our hotel, called the Pallacina Palace (6). We took a tour of Rome (7), and saw "St. Paul's Behind the Walls" (8). We went to the Collisium, but for a little bit (9). We went to a restaurant (10), and I had a alfrado lingini (11). It took forever, but tasted good (12). We went back to the hotel (13), and here we are. I like it here. (14) See you two days after yesterday (15).
Rachel
(1)
Dear Journley (2),
Today we ate a cresant (3) on the train (4), and got off in Rome (5). We checked in our hotel, called the Pallacina Palace (6). We took a tour of Rome (7), and saw "St. Paul's Behind the Walls" (8). We went to the Collisium, but for a little bit (9). We went to a restaurant (10), and I had a alfrado lingini (11). It took forever, but tasted good (12). We went back to the hotel (13), and here we are. I like it here. (14) See you two days after yesterday (15).
Rachel
- Thursday, March 29
- (That still peeves me every time 4th grade me misspells something...)
- (Peeve.)
- (Yeah, literally, we all shared a croissant, four people, one croissant. Fail, but tasty. It was fresh and warm.)
- (Very big train station. All marbeled, and tricked out. It even had two levels of station, first level leads out to the street, second level -ground level- was where the trains came in. Ths whole place was packed, and you could tell that this is a busy station.)
- (Nice and big room. GIANT bathroom. There was double sinks, a tub, a shower, and a bench, WITH space in the center to admire the mosaic. Loved it! The bedroom area kinda sucked. There was two king sized beds, but the room looked cheap. They needed new carpet, and the walls and bedsheets could use a freshening up.)
- (After walking down the street to eat at McDonald's, I TOLD you we learned to eat at familiar places in France.)
- (Eh, tour guide called it that. At least we were in a bus the whole time. My feet got a break.)
- (The tour guide, different, sucked. He took us around the Collisum, Took us inside on the second level, and we went back out to leave. Lame. And. Boring.)
- (Ooh, so descriptive. It wa an Italian food chain, and it was kinda like a NORMAL AMERICAN Pizza Hut. NOT LIKE THE ONES IN FRANCE. Egh, terrible remembering it. My eyes are officially burned with those images.)
- (PEEVE!!! DOUBLE PEEVE!!! OH MY GOSH, I DON'T LIKE 4TH GRADE ME!!!)
- (Tasty tasty)
- (The restaurant is right across the street from the hotel. Plus to hotel.)
- (I left out a sentence, very funny to read, pretty embaressing for me. I read it, and I didn't know how wrong of a mind I had back then... Now I know, I've always had a wrong mind. I think that was from always sitting with guys at lunch... Yeah...)
- (WTF, two days after yesterday. DA LOCA, two days after yesterday! I think I was also retarded, or maybe tider. Da loca! -BTW, da loca means "Da crazy". Just to let you know...-)
Update
Ok, not going to Jazz band concert, Julie really made Mom P.O.ed, so we're staying home. :( And I wanted to hear some jazz.
Update
Now is on science, I have to do about 30 questions... This sucks. I really hate finals, especially when your teacher *cough* Mrs. Kiefer *cough* gives you a 96 question final. Evil, pure evil.
OMG UPDATE!
Oh my gosh, I just did the wrong questions for math, and did all of them... I was supposed to do even, I did odd... Ehmagwd!
OMG UPDATE!
What kind of a question is:
What do you get when you square (little square root sign thingie, it's so cute!) x?
Oh, got it...
What do you get when you square (little square root sign thingie, it's so cute!) x?
Oh, got it...
OMG UPDATE!
Oh yeah, and I has a ton of homework, so... Gr, I hate finals. That's all it is now... And I need to check the website to see whose group I'm in for Seaworld... Wow, too much stuff, too little time... ONLY 13 MORE DAYS. I'm happy and sad at the same time. Is that even possible?
The Day of May 20, 2010
OMG, a ton of stuff happened today. Sammy had her phone taken, B was all lovey-dovey (to me), and there was this awesome assembly no anti-bullying but was really cool.
First topic, Sammy's phone. Somebody took it in her gym class, which is 6th period on Blue weeks, but this week it's 3rd, and somebody took her phone from her stuff, and they went through her stuff and texted me twice. 1st "nice pic", 2nd "thanks". I HAVE NO IDEA WHO IT'S FROM, BUT IT'S LIKE REALLY CREEPING ME OUT. They even had the number discontinued this afternoon. I think that was Sammy though... She told her mom, and the sad part was that I know what it's like to lose a phone (mine reset itself). It's terrible, because you have to get your contacts and pics, and all the videos you lost, it really sucks.
B was also all lovey-dovey to me today. When in band, we were watching a Jazz Band video from the beginning of the year, and he and I (wow, sounds weird, right?) were commenting on the videos, songs, parts, ect. The only weird things: 1) "I didn't know you were lesbo?!" That comment pissed me off. Grrr..., and 2) he went around asking the girls in band (not many 7th grade girls) what PMS was. ...It was creepy. He sat by me at lunch again, and I just remembered I still need to burn my arm off from where he spit on it a week ago.
The assembly was cool. This guy came and did a chalk art thingie, and it made you feel very small compared to the world. He was pretty good, but he didn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the tool shed. He told us to call anyone that was putting another person down a "Chinese Dwarf Hamster". WTF? But he told us the story, and how they are very territorial. Yeah.
OH, one last thing! I'm going to the Jazz Band concert tonight, but I don't think many people are. I'm going for the extra credit. I know my grade could use it, since I don't exactly do practice cards... I DO practice, I just don't write it down...
First topic, Sammy's phone. Somebody took it in her gym class, which is 6th period on Blue weeks, but this week it's 3rd, and somebody took her phone from her stuff, and they went through her stuff and texted me twice. 1st "nice pic", 2nd "thanks". I HAVE NO IDEA WHO IT'S FROM, BUT IT'S LIKE REALLY CREEPING ME OUT. They even had the number discontinued this afternoon. I think that was Sammy though... She told her mom, and the sad part was that I know what it's like to lose a phone (mine reset itself). It's terrible, because you have to get your contacts and pics, and all the videos you lost, it really sucks.
B was also all lovey-dovey to me today. When in band, we were watching a Jazz Band video from the beginning of the year, and he and I (wow, sounds weird, right?) were commenting on the videos, songs, parts, ect. The only weird things: 1) "I didn't know you were lesbo?!" That comment pissed me off. Grrr..., and 2) he went around asking the girls in band (not many 7th grade girls) what PMS was. ...It was creepy. He sat by me at lunch again, and I just remembered I still need to burn my arm off from where he spit on it a week ago.
The assembly was cool. This guy came and did a chalk art thingie, and it made you feel very small compared to the world. He was pretty good, but he didn't seem to be the brightest crayon in the tool shed. He told us to call anyone that was putting another person down a "Chinese Dwarf Hamster". WTF? But he told us the story, and how they are very territorial. Yeah.
OH, one last thing! I'm going to the Jazz Band concert tonight, but I don't think many people are. I'm going for the extra credit. I know my grade could use it, since I don't exactly do practice cards... I DO practice, I just don't write it down...
May 19, 2010
Middle East: Part 2
Ok, so where was I? Ah, the hotel.
The hotel was very nice, it was like 10 stories, which was suprisingly short for Dubai. All of the buildings there are like 12+ stories. Even the boats have tall masts.
We were on the ... 7th floor. Wow, what a view. You could see the sky, the museum across the street, the busy street. You could hear the cars, the people, and a bird or two. Pretty sight in the morning, because the hotel's windows faced east for our room.
It had two tvs (w00T, no history channel), a giant bathroom, a living room area, and a dining area. Awesome. Not awesome- my sister and I had to sleep on cots. Awesome- we got seperate cots.
You know, I really forget the timeline over in the East, because three weeks went by like two months I was so bored. SO today I'll tell you about the time in Dubai when we went to Burj Dubai. This is where they have ski Dubai. It was awesome, but I have to end this short.
The hotel was very nice, it was like 10 stories, which was suprisingly short for Dubai. All of the buildings there are like 12+ stories. Even the boats have tall masts.
We were on the ... 7th floor. Wow, what a view. You could see the sky, the museum across the street, the busy street. You could hear the cars, the people, and a bird or two. Pretty sight in the morning, because the hotel's windows faced east for our room.
It had two tvs (w00T, no history channel), a giant bathroom, a living room area, and a dining area. Awesome. Not awesome- my sister and I had to sleep on cots. Awesome- we got seperate cots.
You know, I really forget the timeline over in the East, because three weeks went by like two months I was so bored. SO today I'll tell you about the time in Dubai when we went to Burj Dubai. This is where they have ski Dubai. It was awesome, but I have to end this short.
OMG UPDATE!
Got heartburn from the fishstick I had for dinner... I hate this. I can't eat nothing (without getting heartburn)!
Live with it
You know what? I'm tired of all the taunting. I like him. And nobody can tell me wrong. I live with my decisons. Besides, this is the perfect time of year. Even though we only have three more weeks till we split up for the summer, I get to see him a lot more because of all the end-of-the-year field trips. The only thing I don't like is that he's not going on the 7th grade trip to SeaWorld. I was really hoping he was coming, but apparently not.
I like him, I'll just admit that now. I like his eyes, I like his hair at the length it is now (because if he cuts it it looks really weird, and if he lets it grow out, it looks bad. The length now is perfect.), and I like how we can both think the same thing, and yet be polar opposites. Diversity in everything, even a relationship, always works out.
Another thing is in band. Ah, every time I just hear the word "drum", and my mind instantly goes to him. It's sad in a way, what's happened. I'm really in deep. Wow, this is sad.
I am going to say, I will miss the lunch conversations over the summer, because I've gotten used to seeing everybody at lunch every day. I will miss my friends, and my "boyfriend" (that's still weird, we're just friends. We both know we like the other person, though.). Even though I said I was sick of love, not lovesick, (quoting him from today) "love is a strong word." I'm more of a like sick. You miss it when it's gone, and wish you had the chance again to see that one person again. I'm getting depressed typing this, but I need to let the world know. I'm tired of taunting, so I will go along with this and enjoy it. Don't like it?
Too bad. Live with it. I like him, and there is nothing you can do.
I like him, I'll just admit that now. I like his eyes, I like his hair at the length it is now (because if he cuts it it looks really weird, and if he lets it grow out, it looks bad. The length now is perfect.), and I like how we can both think the same thing, and yet be polar opposites. Diversity in everything, even a relationship, always works out.
Another thing is in band. Ah, every time I just hear the word "drum", and my mind instantly goes to him. It's sad in a way, what's happened. I'm really in deep. Wow, this is sad.
I am going to say, I will miss the lunch conversations over the summer, because I've gotten used to seeing everybody at lunch every day. I will miss my friends, and my "boyfriend" (that's still weird, we're just friends. We both know we like the other person, though.). Even though I said I was sick of love, not lovesick, (quoting him from today) "love is a strong word." I'm more of a like sick. You miss it when it's gone, and wish you had the chance again to see that one person again. I'm getting depressed typing this, but I need to let the world know. I'm tired of taunting, so I will go along with this and enjoy it. Don't like it?
Too bad. Live with it. I like him, and there is nothing you can do.
OMG UPDATE!
Getting that nervous feeling again... But I do know that I (probably) won't miss school. I'll probably be at the Jazz concert too.
France: Part 4 (last one! For France, of course)
(1)
Dear Journely (2),
Today I went to Versailles (3), then took a bus to the Loruve. There we saw the Mona Lisa (4) and other paintings (5). After we were in our hotel room, we got our bags, went to the taxi, and took a long ride to the train station (6). We waitid two hours for the train (7), and once we got on it (8), we put our bags in our private car, waited untill (9) we were moving, then went to check out the dining car. We waited 15 minutes (10), untill (11) we sat down. We had an amazing dinner, with 3 courses (12). When we got to the car, we literally crashed on our beds (13). We will stop a ton of times during the night (14), but we will not wake up. Untill tomrrow (15),
Rachel
Note: What I saw inside Versailles were king's and queen's (16) chamber (17), painted celeings (18), and beautiful gardens (19). All were very nice. (20)
Dear Journely (2),
Today I went to Versailles (3), then took a bus to the Loruve. There we saw the Mona Lisa (4) and other paintings (5). After we were in our hotel room, we got our bags, went to the taxi, and took a long ride to the train station (6). We waitid two hours for the train (7), and once we got on it (8), we put our bags in our private car, waited untill (9) we were moving, then went to check out the dining car. We waited 15 minutes (10), untill (11) we sat down. We had an amazing dinner, with 3 courses (12). When we got to the car, we literally crashed on our beds (13). We will stop a ton of times during the night (14), but we will not wake up. Untill tomrrow (15),
Rachel
Note: What I saw inside Versailles were king's and queen's (16) chamber (17), painted celeings (18), and beautiful gardens (19). All were very nice. (20)
- Wednesday, March 28
- (I'm officially developing a peeve against mispelled words, unless I have no idea how to spell them, like all these French words and names. Can you say confusing?)
- (A palace. Ever heard of the Treaty of Versailles? Of course you did. Well, this is where the magic happened. This is where World War 1 ended.)
- (Like I said in an earlier post, it was on a giant wall with like 30 other paintings. It didn't even have a special borber or anything. Just a rope barrier sticking out about 2 feet from the wall. Nothing special.)
- (And sculptures. They had a whole room devoted to just white marble statues. I liked.)
- (We passed the big, nice, busy one, and said, "Wasn't that the train station?" Apparently, our train to Rome was docked in this dinky little crap-of-a-train-staion that had pidgeons INSIDE the building. WTH, France?)
- Inside that dinky train station
- ("It" being the train. Nice, big, with bathrooms. OOOoooh.)
- (There's the peeve...)
- (In the bar area which was actually open. There was a nice big window by the bar, so guess where I was? At the bar... JK, JK. I was staring at the open countries, loving all of the hills dotted with farms and trees. Very ... breathtaking.)
- (PEEVE)
- (First course was a salad. Second was pasta, very good. Third was a choice of cheesecake or cake? I know there was cheesecake, because that's what I got.)
- (Julie and I couldn't crash. Our bunks were on top, so we had to climb a small ladder, lay out blankets, and then fall asleep without crashing, or they might have broken onto either my mom, or dad.)
- (I can honestly saw I've been to Denmark and Holland without seeing them...)
- (OMG, PEEVE!!!)
- (peeved)
- (Well, chambers. The king had his wing, and on the other side was the queen's wing. They didn't sleep together, which didn't shock me back then. Suprise)
- (Nothing special. Go to the Sisten Chapel, then tell me the celings in Versailles are fancy.)
- (Which would have been prettier if: 1. the day was nice and shining, not bleak at all, and 2. the plants were flowering. It was just getting to France's flower season, while it was full swing in Georgia.)
- (Funny story about Versailles. Our tour guide, she was a small old lady. Looks can be decieving. She was evil. If you made the mistake of taking a picture with flash, and this day I was there you needed to, you would get a smack on the hand by a big ruler she was holding, and a stern, even angry, "NO FLASH!" Lol, very funny to watch. We didn't make that mistake. Another thing that happened at Versailles was when my family and I were out on the grounds, My parents met a couple that they suprisingly knew. They used to be friends in Albany, and so they got talking for about an hour. Julie and I just sat on the nearest steps. It was hard to wait so long when you don't have a book or iPod...)
OMG UPDATE!
Wow, I'm listening to my iPod, and for some reason, when Hey Jude started playing, i got the nervous feeling. Oh, I know why... Duh, they play that in Jazz Band, and ... yeah
OMG UPDATE!
Aw, I just read the part in "The Outsiders" where Johnny... Wow, that really sucks... all he's been through, not seeing enough, not being with people who actually like him as a son... poor kid...
OMG UPDATE!
Just starting these, gonna try to keep em short, nut since this is the frist one, it has a right to be a lottle paragraph.
Ok, the update. I'm listening to Paramore, enjoying Ignorance (the song, not the emotion), and finishing math homework. I still have Outsiders questions (don't tell me what happens!!!), and a few pages in a World Geo packet.
Ok, the update. I'm listening to Paramore, enjoying Ignorance (the song, not the emotion), and finishing math homework. I still have Outsiders questions (don't tell me what happens!!!), and a few pages in a World Geo packet.
My day
Ok, so today wasn't as bad (wait, I have homework... oh well.) but it was kinda bad. It's funny at how I can give either B a look and they cringe away in fear that I might hurt them. It's fun for everyone watching, especially me! (Woah, I'm sorry I'm like typing very animatedly today, this morning... I'll tell the rest!)
So about this morning. Well, it really starts yesterday night... WTF, yesterday night? I'll say last night.
It started last night. This feeling in the bottom of my stomach. Then I realized...
...I was nervous. For today. I was feeling all sick and stuff, and I was even thinking about not coming to school today. But I went, and it wasn't that bad. Wanna know the reason why I was nervous? No, I didn't have a major project or test... Well, I had the final part one in World Geo... But that wasn't the reason. It's all because of yesterday and the rumor. I'm starting to get sick right now thinking about it.
(Two things in response to my nausea: 1. NOT ON THE COMPUTER!!! YOU DON'T GET ANOTHER ONE FOR A FEW YEARS!!! 2. I just had a banana pop...)
Yeah, B knows what I'm talking about. Well, really typing about... But forget that. (Hey, I has blister on my big toe. :[ That sucks.) I don't like him enough to be his girlfriend. And it's a little late into the school year, don't you think? He kept saying 'only three more weeks...", but you know what? Wait till next year, I think you can handle a summer. I know I can. I need to get my mind off of school. I'm still stressed, even with nothing much going on.
Back to today. I was still feeling sick this morning, but I felt fine after a Poptart. Must have been hungry, right? Wrong. I was still nervous. I stayed nervous as I waited for 2nd period to come around. I went through band (the period we share) all feeling nervous, but afterwards I didn't feel so bad. I guess music calms me down. I still got the taunts about being his girlfriend, but I didn't pay attention much. I just didn't feel good all through the day. I was tired, and was asked if I was ok like twice. I bet I looked bad, even looking normal. So I just got tired of the taunts. I'm trying to go along with it, but it's hard when girl B is always cracking marriage and baby jokes, and always getting thoughts that I have no idea how bad they are, but I know they're really bad, since it's her, and she's just like me in the sick mind section. And when he's sitting right next to me and literally stalking me to lunch, only he failed because he started talking.
Ninja fail.
Not much else, but I do think I'm sick of love, not lovesick, like SOME PEOPLE might think. I told my friend to pinch me to make sure I was up, and I was. I swore, cause I just kinda wanted to be home. Ugh, still don't feel well. And I have a ton of homework, so I'll be back on and posting about France (this is either the last or next to last about France) and what I did March 28, and about Dubai which was awesome. Until tomorrow (hey I spell right!),
Rach... NO! Mystery Aviator Girl
So about this morning. Well, it really starts yesterday night... WTF, yesterday night? I'll say last night.
It started last night. This feeling in the bottom of my stomach. Then I realized...
...I was nervous. For today. I was feeling all sick and stuff, and I was even thinking about not coming to school today. But I went, and it wasn't that bad. Wanna know the reason why I was nervous? No, I didn't have a major project or test... Well, I had the final part one in World Geo... But that wasn't the reason. It's all because of yesterday and the rumor. I'm starting to get sick right now thinking about it.
(Two things in response to my nausea: 1. NOT ON THE COMPUTER!!! YOU DON'T GET ANOTHER ONE FOR A FEW YEARS!!! 2. I just had a banana pop...)
Yeah, B knows what I'm talking about. Well, really typing about... But forget that. (Hey, I has blister on my big toe. :[ That sucks.) I don't like him enough to be his girlfriend. And it's a little late into the school year, don't you think? He kept saying 'only three more weeks...", but you know what? Wait till next year, I think you can handle a summer. I know I can. I need to get my mind off of school. I'm still stressed, even with nothing much going on.
Back to today. I was still feeling sick this morning, but I felt fine after a Poptart. Must have been hungry, right? Wrong. I was still nervous. I stayed nervous as I waited for 2nd period to come around. I went through band (the period we share) all feeling nervous, but afterwards I didn't feel so bad. I guess music calms me down. I still got the taunts about being his girlfriend, but I didn't pay attention much. I just didn't feel good all through the day. I was tired, and was asked if I was ok like twice. I bet I looked bad, even looking normal. So I just got tired of the taunts. I'm trying to go along with it, but it's hard when girl B is always cracking marriage and baby jokes, and always getting thoughts that I have no idea how bad they are, but I know they're really bad, since it's her, and she's just like me in the sick mind section. And when he's sitting right next to me and literally stalking me to lunch, only he failed because he started talking.
Ninja fail.
Not much else, but I do think I'm sick of love, not lovesick, like SOME PEOPLE might think. I told my friend to pinch me to make sure I was up, and I was. I swore, cause I just kinda wanted to be home. Ugh, still don't feel well. And I have a ton of homework, so I'll be back on and posting about France (this is either the last or next to last about France) and what I did March 28, and about Dubai which was awesome. Until tomorrow (hey I spell right!),
Rach... NO! Mystery Aviator Girl
May 18, 2010
France: Part 3 (yeah, i'm sure)
(1)
Dear Journley (2),
Today I walked to the Arc de Triomphe (3) (4), and saw the everlasting flame (5). Then we walked down a little bit (6) of the Des Champs Avenue (7). We had lunch (8), then walked to the Lourve (9). Turns out it was closed (10), so we took a bus to Notre Dame (11) (21). Once we did that (12), we went to Saint Chapelle (13). We took a tour all around the monuments of Paris (14), one whole time (15), then stopped at the Arc de Triomphe (16). We walked back to the hotel (17), and will go to sleep. Untill tomrrow (18),
Rachel (19) (20)
Dear Journley (2),
Today I walked to the Arc de Triomphe (3) (4), and saw the everlasting flame (5). Then we walked down a little bit (6) of the Des Champs Avenue (7). We had lunch (8), then walked to the Lourve (9). Turns out it was closed (10), so we took a bus to Notre Dame (11) (21). Once we did that (12), we went to Saint Chapelle (13). We took a tour all around the monuments of Paris (14), one whole time (15), then stopped at the Arc de Triomphe (16). We walked back to the hotel (17), and will go to sleep. Untill tomrrow (18),
Rachel (19) (20)
- Tuesday, March 27
- (wow, I really don't like the old me. Partial reason why I cut my hair into layers with bangs -need to touch up on layers, please remind me-)
- (I'm sure I mispelled that. It's Arc de Triumph, right?)
- (and I didn't walk alone. We walked tot he giant round-a-bout, went under the street, and when we came back up for air we were in the center of the round-a-bout)
- (lit for somebody french like napolean or queen Antoinette)
- (did I put that? I meant almost 1/3 or the 2 mile-long road.)
- (very long, idk why it's important, I believe that there was a march during the French Revolution or something like that. I do know for sure that there was a march. Oh yeah, it was a march during the French Revolution. I think they won, the French, and that was the road they walked. See? I'm not entirely dumb. I just have my moments... Maybe days...Weeks...Months...Years, because I'm having one of those years. :P)
- (ah, I love describing that McDonalds. The whole place was built with McCafe in mind. There was cafe browns, jet blacks, and mocha tans. It was two stories, one level where you get your food and order, the other level overlooks the lower level and the Des Champs Avenue. Very nice sight, and playing the people game was entertaining.)
- (At the end of the Des Champs Avenue -it's a mouthful to say- was the Lourve. If yuo have ever been there, then you will know what I'm talking about when I say what a weird entrance for a museum. Have no idea what I'm talking about? The entrance is a big... glass... triangular pyramid. Three sides, all glass, looks very weird infront of a big palace which is the Lourve. Pretty design, but it doesn't fit in)
- (that really sucked. We walked all that avenue, just to get to a museum that was closed. I forget the reason why it was closed, but I hated it. So we hopped a bus. ;D)
- (Big red double decker bus. Just like the ones in England. We sat on top, but once we got back under the cold shade of the buildings, we went to the lower level.)
- (On that little self tour, we actually saw the Opera House. The name escapes me, but that theatre was probably one of the finest. It was like 500 years old, and in semi mint condition, after going through mass renovations, of course.)
- (I have NO IDEA what that was, I think it was just a church trying to be popular. Loser)
- (The big red bus was a tour bus, and we saw alot of monuments, such as the Eiffle Tower and the Arc de Triumph)
- (OOOOOOooooooooHHHHHH! All at one time! Eh, I've done worse in one sitting. The tour was long though, like two hours. Bore snore -wow, where did that come from? and I going crazy? Oh yeah...-)
- (I'm still sure I mispelled that for the umpteenth time)
- (OMG, that hurt my feet. My feet hurt thinking about it. Ow, ow, f***iety ow!)
- I'll try to spell right,
- (You know, these looked a lot longer on the page...)
- (and a little update: hating school, might be "sick" tomorrow... Ugh, I live a life...that's very crazy and messed up...)
- (This was also the day that we walked the Saine River. It stunk, but was kinda pretty. Just see "Ratatoullie". That's what it actually looks like)
I'm screwed - Act III
Ugh, so freakin angry. First I text Brian with a deal, and I tell him not to tell ANYBODY. He says, "Ok, but let's talk about this in the library." Well guess who he's toting around, the number one person... No, number two person I did NOT want to find out. Apparently, he gave her his phone, and she read the textx. She came in and mocked me. "So, let's make a deal." OMFG, I was pissed. And at lunch it wasn't any better. T (you'll just have to figure out who) said she bought me ... ugh, to embaressing. Both Brian and I went red through the day.
But funnish story from band. Apparently, he told Brooke, and when I got to my band locker (ok, call me a band geek), Brooke was waiting. He was too, but I didn't know until he scared me from behind the door. I jumped. He kept messing up my lock so it took me longer to get in my locker, and he kept going on and on about the fact that we only had three weeks until the end of the school year. The only thing he didn't realize; I still have 8th grade. I have no idea if I'm moving though. I'm kinda expecting it. The last two summers were nothing but moving. If I do stay, I will be suprised, and I'm rambling, so lemme get back to the post.
Ok, back to the story. So people over heard him, and now it's going around SCHOOL (note the big bold letters) that I'm his girfriend. Band was the worst. Mr. Izzy, the teacher, even announced that Brian had a girlfriend. We both turned red, he started nervously laughing in the back, cause he plays drums, and I was in my section banging my head on my french horn and saying I'll never be able to live down this year. Which I won't. It's just not possible.
Next topic. I'm tired of my mom thinking that was she knows is always right. Ugh, not putting her down or anything, but it is gettign annoying. Just yesterday, she was talking about something, got it wrong, very very wrong, and I went to correct her, and she chewed me out and we got in a debate about my rightness, but she told me I was wrong. Urgh, the whole time after the debate (where I was "wrong"), I was thinking about Dane Cook, and his theory about "how I'm stuck in the Sea of Wrong and you and your Boat of Right is just passing me by. Please pass me a line or something and help me to be right." >.<
I'm still mad at Brooke. She stole A's phone and used it when I texted B that I knew she was reading and screw them, she replied an A's phone "I love you". Hm, didn't know she was lez...
But funnish story from band. Apparently, he told Brooke, and when I got to my band locker (ok, call me a band geek), Brooke was waiting. He was too, but I didn't know until he scared me from behind the door. I jumped. He kept messing up my lock so it took me longer to get in my locker, and he kept going on and on about the fact that we only had three weeks until the end of the school year. The only thing he didn't realize; I still have 8th grade. I have no idea if I'm moving though. I'm kinda expecting it. The last two summers were nothing but moving. If I do stay, I will be suprised, and I'm rambling, so lemme get back to the post.
Ok, back to the story. So people over heard him, and now it's going around SCHOOL (note the big bold letters) that I'm his girfriend. Band was the worst. Mr. Izzy, the teacher, even announced that Brian had a girlfriend. We both turned red, he started nervously laughing in the back, cause he plays drums, and I was in my section banging my head on my french horn and saying I'll never be able to live down this year. Which I won't. It's just not possible.
Next topic. I'm tired of my mom thinking that was she knows is always right. Ugh, not putting her down or anything, but it is gettign annoying. Just yesterday, she was talking about something, got it wrong, very very wrong, and I went to correct her, and she chewed me out and we got in a debate about my rightness, but she told me I was wrong. Urgh, the whole time after the debate (where I was "wrong"), I was thinking about Dane Cook, and his theory about "how I'm stuck in the Sea of Wrong and you and your Boat of Right is just passing me by. Please pass me a line or something and help me to be right." >.<
I'm still mad at Brooke. She stole A's phone and used it when I texted B that I knew she was reading and screw them, she replied an A's phone "I love you". Hm, didn't know she was lez...
May 17, 2010
My trip to the Middle East (was going to move there... did move there...)
I need to post this stuff before I forget!
Ok, so the deal was that about two years ago, from this summer, I moved to Saudi Arabia. NO JOKE, PEOPLE. I KNOW YOU'RE LIKE BS BUT THIS IS ACTUALLY TRUE. I DIDN'T DOCUMENT IT IN A JOURNAL, BUT I HAVE PICTURES! THAT I NEED TO FIND!
My dad was out of work for a long time. His old job, working at Greenpoint Morgage, paid very well, it was a secure job, and we had stayed in Columbus for... about ...hm, from two to eleven... about 9-10 years. I had made friends, and this summer was the summer before 6th grade. Well, about November, I learned that we were moving. I didn't know where, but I just knew we were. I started to forget it, but in March I learned we were going to Saudi Arabia. I started to protest, but nothing would work. He already had a house in a compound in line, and it was furbished, which was one of the preks for working for Saudi Home Loans. There was nothing we could do.
He left about March for Saudi Arabia, to start work, to learn the local shops, and all that wow. We Skyped him everyday, but I missed his face. When we were finally going to Dubai to meet him there, stay for a week, and then move to Saudi is where the story begins...
The flight was terribly long. You couldn't walk around, since we were in business class (it's the most awesomest class evar!). The flight was about 18 hours long. We saw the sun rise TWICE. Explain that.
Once we finally landed, We had to get our carry on luggage (our only luggage), and go on the hunt for my dad. I didn't knew what had happened to him while he was there the 5 months, but I really didn't expect a mustache to grow. But there it was, a fully grown mustache. OMG, was I happy when he shaved it off. We finally saw him, he wasn't holding up a sign, I smiled. I will say I like my dad more than I like my mom. Favoritism is present.
It was really late (our time in America) when we got to Dubai, so we went through security, to the car, and then to the hotel we were staying at. We crashed. Literally. If the fold-outs hadn't been present, I would have had a knot on my head from falling. The hotel was nice, and when we were waiting for the room, they gave us honest-to-gawd mango juice. VERY TASTY. I have no idea wether it was pasturized or not though... They also had a little seating area that was kinda native to the area, so we sat there and drank the mango juice.
More parts coming tomorrow.
Ok, so the deal was that about two years ago, from this summer, I moved to Saudi Arabia. NO JOKE, PEOPLE. I KNOW YOU'RE LIKE BS BUT THIS IS ACTUALLY TRUE. I DIDN'T DOCUMENT IT IN A JOURNAL, BUT I HAVE PICTURES! THAT I NEED TO FIND!
My dad was out of work for a long time. His old job, working at Greenpoint Morgage, paid very well, it was a secure job, and we had stayed in Columbus for... about ...hm, from two to eleven... about 9-10 years. I had made friends, and this summer was the summer before 6th grade. Well, about November, I learned that we were moving. I didn't know where, but I just knew we were. I started to forget it, but in March I learned we were going to Saudi Arabia. I started to protest, but nothing would work. He already had a house in a compound in line, and it was furbished, which was one of the preks for working for Saudi Home Loans. There was nothing we could do.
He left about March for Saudi Arabia, to start work, to learn the local shops, and all that wow. We Skyped him everyday, but I missed his face. When we were finally going to Dubai to meet him there, stay for a week, and then move to Saudi is where the story begins...
The flight was terribly long. You couldn't walk around, since we were in business class (it's the most awesomest class evar!). The flight was about 18 hours long. We saw the sun rise TWICE. Explain that.
Once we finally landed, We had to get our carry on luggage (our only luggage), and go on the hunt for my dad. I didn't knew what had happened to him while he was there the 5 months, but I really didn't expect a mustache to grow. But there it was, a fully grown mustache. OMG, was I happy when he shaved it off. We finally saw him, he wasn't holding up a sign, I smiled. I will say I like my dad more than I like my mom. Favoritism is present.
It was really late (our time in America) when we got to Dubai, so we went through security, to the car, and then to the hotel we were staying at. We crashed. Literally. If the fold-outs hadn't been present, I would have had a knot on my head from falling. The hotel was nice, and when we were waiting for the room, they gave us honest-to-gawd mango juice. VERY TASTY. I have no idea wether it was pasturized or not though... They also had a little seating area that was kinda native to the area, so we sat there and drank the mango juice.
More parts coming tomorrow.
France: Part 2 (pretty soon it's gonna be italy!)
(1)
Dear (2) Journely (3),
This morning we landed in Paris, France (4). We took a long bus ride (5), and (6) got to the terminal. We had to wait in a long line for our passports to be checked (7). Once that was done, we were driven (8) to our hotel, called the Hotel du Boes (9). When we got there, we had to wait for an hour because the room wasn't ready (10). Once we put our things in the room (11), a taxi took us to the Eiffle Tower (12). My sister and mom stayed on the second level (13), while (14) my dad and I went to the top (15). It was cool (16). After that, we took a tour cruise of the Saine River (17). We got to see the Eiffle Tower blink (18) at 9:00 and 10:00 (19). It was a beautiful sight (20). Untill tomorow (21),
Rachel
(22)
Dear (2) Journely (3),
This morning we landed in Paris, France (4). We took a long bus ride (5), and (6) got to the terminal. We had to wait in a long line for our passports to be checked (7). Once that was done, we were driven (8) to our hotel, called the Hotel du Boes (9). When we got there, we had to wait for an hour because the room wasn't ready (10). Once we put our things in the room (11), a taxi took us to the Eiffle Tower (12). My sister and mom stayed on the second level (13), while (14) my dad and I went to the top (15). It was cool (16). After that, we took a tour cruise of the Saine River (17). We got to see the Eiffle Tower blink (18) at 9:00 and 10:00 (19). It was a beautiful sight (20). Untill tomorow (21),
Rachel
(22)
- (This was Monday, March 26, like two days after the week before spring break started. I was in 4th grade, like I said.)
- (Here it comes, a ... MISPELLED WORD! :o)
- (I really didn't know how to spell, and suprisingly language arts was my best subject in elementary school... that's a fail...)
- (the flight was some kinda awesome. The Delta Boeing was very tricked out, and even though we were in economy class, it was very nice and comfy. I got to keep the blanket -wtf happened to it...?-
- (Ok, the French hate americans. They think we are the lower class of the world, so our flight from AMERICA
was unloaded in the freezing cold, then we had to wait about 30 minutes until this crappy bus came and took us to the terminal. I HATE FRENCH -no offense to Alice LaFlamme- ) - (like i said, freezing cold. At least the bus was warm, but I was in sweats. COLD.)
- (The people who didn't need their passports stamped with the France seal thingie had a short line. They looked at you, your passport, and told you yay or nay. Simple)
- (Not by taxi, we had a guy waiting for us in a van called Franc, he was an African-French. Kinda cool, but he had a hilarious accent, and the van's seats could turn around to face the back of the car.)
- (Three words: old, tiny, cheaply expensive. But cool location. It was a corner building, and the room my family got was in the corner, so it had two giant curved windows that overlooked the street.)
- (lazy bums, they knew we were coming, but NO, they had to wait until we got there to set up the two cots)
- (ugh, hated the GIANT suit case, it was really a closet on wheels)
- (very pretty, and it was warming up, so I wasn't so frozen.)
- (wimps. They hate heights. I just hate it when I get to the top, and then is pulled back down again
) - (long elevator ride up, like 5 minutes just looking outside as we grew)
- (the top was very cool. Literally. It was cold. But the sight was breath taking. I wish I had a camera, and my dad isn't the type to carry a camera. I think we have pictures though...)
- (yeah, just typed that.)
- (Let me tell you this piece of useless info that you WILL remember the rest of your life: every time you smell something, you ingest a little bit of it. EW. I inhaled the Saine River smell. GROSS!)
- (It does it every hour, on the hour, but only after dark. You can't exactly see it during the days. It's bright there.)
- (Awesome.)
- (only term I knew back then. Like I said, I sucked in 4th grade. Suprisingly, I was liek popular in 4th. I knew EVERYONE.)
- (still can't spell, and yes, I will put myself down, it doesn't matter anymore)
- (except for the flight and snooty french part, the whole day was awesome. I liked it, but this was also the day we ate Pizza Hut. Unless you like over cooked, greasy, terrible pizza
, don't eat there.)
I'm screwed (version 2.0)
OK, so APPARENTLY when Cameron told Peyton Saturday about the sleepover, and what was said, she got this idea to play a prank on Brian that was from Cameron's sister. Cameron agreed, and they sent the text. Well, between that time and this morning, Peyton sent another phoney text, from me, saying I LOVED Brian, and that I would never do this in person. OMG, that ******-******* *** of a *****, she totally lied about it too! She even wrote "Rachel" at the bottom. I knew she was a liar, like the time she and Cameron forked Brian, and said Tatyana and I were there too. I knew she wasn't to be trusted. Now I'm debating on wether to tell the deans at my school or not... So Brian got the text, and Brooke read it too, so this morning on the way to class I was being interrogated. Here are some of the questions:
- "Were you with Peyton (Nill) this weekend?" Not at all!
- "Anytime this weekend?" No, we're not even friends.
- "Did you use her phone?" NO, I didn't even knew she had a phone.
- "Did you got to her house this weekend?" I don't know where she lives, idiot.
Yeah, so that was the interrogation, and Brian also made a deal with me: He will admit that he likes me, and ask me out, IF... let's make that bold... IF I stop hitting him. I can hit ON him...
You know the answer to that deal.
No.
Not no, but HIEAL NO!
(I enjoy punching him too much)
May 16, 2010
France: Part 1 (I'm sure this time, no more changes)
(1)
Dear Journal, (2)
Today was our airport day. We were packed up at our house (3), and then sent to Groome (4). We waited 15 minutes (5), and then off to Atlanta (6). When we got there, we had to get our boarding passes (7). After that, wwe went through security, where we had to take our shoes off(8). We (9) went down to a train (10), and got off at Concord E (11). We went up to (12) our gate, and waited (13) untill (14) they sayed (15) zone 8 (16). We boarded the plane (17), then went off. We now have been experiencing rough air (18). It's a little scary (19). Untill (20) tomorow (21) night,
Rachel
(22)
- (I wrote in in like a journal...)
- (I was like 7, ok? If I don't sound too creative, that was because I hated writing)
- (which at the time was 6130 Bristol BLVD. If you look it up on Mapquest, I think it was Christmas time from two years ago.)
- (exact words)
- (at the Groome place, and Groome is a transportation van that takes people from Fort Benning and Columbus up to the Atlanta Airport
) - (Ok, the trip was like 3 hours long, I was bored, sitting next to my mom, and the driver was like really reckless. I didn't like how the FORD
was sounding like it had transmission problems and was falling apart) - (The line for boarding passes took FOR-EBER! I saw these little machine thingies, which gave you your boarding pass, but according to my dad, that was for people who didn't have luggage that needed to go under the plane.)
- (The floor was friggen cold! It was like a person hadn't touched that floor in centuries, and it was almost like the people who worked there liked to watch people suffer... evil people)
- put our shoes back on and
- (correction: it was a subway that was run by computers. I was kinda freaked out by how fast it moved)
- (E as in Evan. Lol, they thought people were dumb! And CONCOURSE E was every flight coming in and going out of the country. Since we were going to France and Italy, durh, that was the concourse for us.)
- (WTF, up to? We walked all the way down is better. The flight was all the way at the end of the terminal, excuse me, concourse. I could literally see the airplanes taking off.)
- like two hours
- (I didn't know how to spell)
- (OMG! SAYED?!?! I DIDN'T KNOW HOW TO SPELL, AND NOW I DON'T KNOW GRAMMAR?!? SOMEBODY GO BACK IN TIME AND SLAP THE FOURTH GRADER ME!)
- (they called people by zones, 1 being the most important, 10 being the filler seats. Just look at our number, and think about it when I tell you that we flew economy, which was pretty ok, but the food I hated.)
- then (when ever you see the number comments without patenthese, that means I added it in right now).
- (term for: shut up, sit down, buckle up, and stay still)
- (Ok, just the thought of a big metal tube flying kinda wowed me. And scared me. So when the rough air came along, I was worried about the plane running out of fuel, or falling. I didn't like it. I was clutching Poor Bear the whole time.)
- (write-o, again. I don't like 4th grade me)
- (Nope, don't like me. I can't even spell tomorrow. Well...)
- (Lol, my cursive sucked back then. It was all shakey, and yeah, it sucked. I'm shocked I can read it.)
The photo of the orignal Document is at the top. I will do this every time I can.
France: Part 4... WAIT!
Ok, so where was I... The Loruve, right.
After the Loruve and a night spent sleeping (we walked everywhere! My feet are aching right now remembering), we went to the river. It was a sight for sore eyes. Trash floating, other stuff floating (EW), brown color, smelling bad, the river suckes. But the little streets that lined the river were pretty awesome.
OMFG. >.< I just found my journal I wrote in in France. Ok, so forget all the past stuff I typed, it's all WRONG. O. M. F. G. Lemme start over, from the plane ride.
Great, just perfect.
You know, I'll just start a new post, and type what I wrote. Then once I knew I started to slack off (I remember that), I'll do by memory, OK? OK.
After the Loruve and a night spent sleeping (we walked everywhere! My feet are aching right now remembering), we went to the river. It was a sight for sore eyes. Trash floating, other stuff floating (EW), brown color, smelling bad, the river suckes. But the little streets that lined the river were pretty awesome.
OMFG. >.< I just found my journal I wrote in in France. Ok, so forget all the past stuff I typed, it's all WRONG. O. M. F. G. Lemme start over, from the plane ride.
Great, just perfect.
You know, I'll just start a new post, and type what I wrote. Then once I knew I started to slack off (I remember that), I'll do by memory, OK? OK.
Ugh, TOO MUCH HOMEWORK
I just finished a project for my World Geography teacher, and oddly enough, the project was more of a history project. You had to read a book on human/civil rights, write a review, and then make a presentation. I did a movie. It's ok, seeing as this is the first time I have used Windows Movie Maker, but the narration bombed. Three things to remember when narrating, folks:
- ALWAYS MAKE SURE YOU HAVE A GOOD MIC!!! Mine came with the laptop I have now, the laptop also came with a webcam, but yeah, the mic sucks. It's all statickie (yeah, that's a word, just like snarkie. Google that s***), and ...ugh, it sucks
- ALWAYS TIME STUFF RIGHT!!! Some of my words on the video come before the slide. That's pretty bad.
- ALWAYS SPEAK UP!!! Yeah, self explanatory, I spoke to low, and I had to redo the narration three times before I gave up.
Yeah, I MIGHT post the video... Eh, sure, I'll make an embarrassment of myself, but that just means I'll change my name to MYSTERY AVIATOR GIRL. How you like it? Too bad, it stays.
Normal day, went to the biggest heart attack eatery for lunch... Can you guess? No? Ok, Captain D's. They have the greasiest fish I know of. But it's not compared to England's own. I haven't been yet, but I will never get fish and chips there. It's like deep fried heart attack in a basket. But the fish was murder.
Tasty, tasty murder...
May 15, 2010
France: Part 3
Ok, finally posting again about France.
So, the day after we had Pizza Hut (bad idea), and slept four people in a two person room (also bad idea), we went down the hall to the breakfast area in the hotel. Two things; one, they love apples...two, don't ever eat at a place you don't reconize. The food was bad (again), and so we went out to go to the Lourve and find a McDonald's. I've already described the Mickey D's, but I type it again.
The McDonald's was two stories, the first eating and to place your order, the second to eat and look out on the street. They had a Mc'Cafe, and that was the theme they used for the whole place. There was cafe browns, jet blacks, and creams. The only thing that was weird was the bathroom. Not going into much detail, but there was no toilet seats. EW.
Once we got done at McDonald's (mmm, the hot choco was good), we took the long walk down the street to the Lourve. I saw the Mona Lisa, which suprisingly not on it's own wall, and toured the gigantic museum. It was awesome. This is where I wish I can go back again, and do everything I did, only this time taking pictures.
So, the day after we had Pizza Hut (bad idea), and slept four people in a two person room (also bad idea), we went down the hall to the breakfast area in the hotel. Two things; one, they love apples...two, don't ever eat at a place you don't reconize. The food was bad (again), and so we went out to go to the Lourve and find a McDonald's. I've already described the Mickey D's, but I type it again.
The McDonald's was two stories, the first eating and to place your order, the second to eat and look out on the street. They had a Mc'Cafe, and that was the theme they used for the whole place. There was cafe browns, jet blacks, and creams. The only thing that was weird was the bathroom. Not going into much detail, but there was no toilet seats. EW.
Once we got done at McDonald's (mmm, the hot choco was good), we took the long walk down the street to the Lourve. I saw the Mona Lisa, which suprisingly not on it's own wall, and toured the gigantic museum. It was awesome. This is where I wish I can go back again, and do everything I did, only this time taking pictures.
Ahh, last night...
Lol funny stuff, but I can't post it. I would tell you, but I can't. And my ear just went crazy on me. Ow.
May 13, 2010
Stalkers
Lol, poor Brooke had stalkers today. Since they were my crush's (ok, I'll just say names now) since BRIAN's old stalkers, he said that he would take em back if Brooke told them that he was into them. She said that she 'wasn't getting near those lesbos' (her words, not mine), so I said I would do it. I don't think Brian was expecting that, so when I did do it in band, and went up and told him, he was like ":O You did not?!" Now he's angry. Lol... AND I'm going on the band trip thingie, I tink. I was pressured into getting paperwork. I hope I get a seat!
May 12, 2010
A (semi) Normal Day
Ok, pretty normal day. Nobody said anything about us much, but Brian did get chewed out by Mr. Izzy. LOL, the teacher told Brian to stop flirting with the girls and get his butt over there. Oh, weird things did happen. Two things, actually. Erin was loopy walking home, and she had her trombone mouthpiece. She was all like,"What the *blows through mouthpiece*?" She's gonna be in Jazz band next year, so I told her she needs to sit with my group of friends at lunch if she gets the same lunch as us. The second thing was my neighbor was bothering me on my way to band walking with Brooke and Brian, and they were bugging me because they were acting all weird, and I said, "It was over before it started." They got confused, and said you can't end something before it starts, and that I went out with him. EW. That was a gross comment, cause he's all fat and stuff. I chewed em out. :D
muh muh muh ma
muh muh muh ma
May 11, 2010
Now I'm sad
Read the title. Ugh, I hate this. I can't say anything, because HE might be reading. I'm just all depressed-like because I heard he's not going to the same high school as me, and neither is Brooke or Erin. I'm sad. They're going to Nease, he's going to some music school, and I'll either move away or be at Creekside. I have no idea about Sammy, I need to ask her. I'm just sad because that's just two years, one wasted with hating, that I was with my group of friends at Fruit Cove. Come 9th grade, we'll all be at different schools. I want to go to Nease, but creekside has the better band program. *frowns* I hate this.
muh muh muh ma
Don't bring me down
muh muh muh ma
Don't bring me down
France: Part 2
Ah, remembering France. I loved it there. The flight was nice, I loved the seats. Once we got settled, we went to the Arc De Triumph. Our hotel was walking distance from the Arc, so we walked through the cold, tourist filled streets. We walked down the street to the giant round-about. Right in the center was the Arc De Triumph (told you it was big). We went across a few streets, going around the round-about, until we found what we were looking for. It was a tunnel that went under the street so you could go to the Arc without disrupting traffic. Well! LOL, JK. We went through the throngs of people to the Arc, and it was actually smaller than I thought. They had an eternal flame for the little midget dude, what's his name...? Napolean, yeah that's it. It was cold that day, so we kinda stood around the flame to keep warm... It was cold, ok? Once we got done looking at the Arc, we went to Pizza Hut. A familiar name, so familar food, right? WRONG. We got back to the hotel room, and opened the pizza lid, expecting pizza. We got pizza, but the cheese was barely there, their italian sausage was cut into slices (ew), and the whole thing was burned. We did the right thing the next day: we went to Mickey D's. It was tricked out! You know how the USA is also just starting to get cafes in McDonalds? They had that, and the Mickey D's was two stories, overlooking the street. It was cool. Later stories coming TOMORROW.
I'm screwed
I'm screwed. Somebody leaked who I like. EEEPP!!! The worst part was that Ashlyn told him who I liked... TO HIS FACE. She was like, "Hey, I know who Rachel likes." How do I know this? I was there. OMG, I'm never gonna live this down. The only weird part was that he was a happy suprised. ??? Wtf? I have no idea. I think he likes me back, but we're both too afraid to admit it. Ugh, I hate this. At lunch, since I sit with him, Brooke, Cameron, and Tatyana, they were planning our wedding. They also came up with the fact that I have 3.5 kids. How do you have three and a half kids?!?! The worst part was that I was in too much embarresment to do anything.
I hate this.
muh muh muh ma
I hate this.
muh muh muh ma
May 10, 2010
France: Part 1 of I-have-no-idea-how-many
Yeah, so France was pretty cool, like I said, it had soem times, but it was cool. First thing I liked about Paris was the Eiffle (spelled it right, right?) Tower. I know that's what everyone says, but I loved it. I went to the top when we were there, and it was awesome. You could see the Lourve (I know I spelled that right) Art Museum, you could see the river (name left me), you could see the Arc de Triumph... I loved it. Another thing I loved was the Smart cars there. You know the little cars that people are JUST NOW starting to drive around in? France had those 6 years ago. They were sooo cute! If I can get that picture on here, I will. I was small, and it was cold, so don't make fun of me when you see it.
Another post coming your way after a momentary day break.
-Rachel
Another post coming your way after a momentary day break.
-Rachel
May 6, 2010
To France!
First REAL post about France...
France was kinda cool. I was young, so I thought everything was cool. But France was actually cool. The only things I didn't like:
- the smell and trash
- the hotel rooms
Will be posting later
First Post
Happy Birthday to me, this is kinda a self gift...
I'm writing about random stuff and what my adventures were like to the Middle East and Europe (no joke!) and just stuff.
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