tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374729100037933652023-11-16T10:48:05.040-08:00Just Things I Want to Talk AboutNew posts at least once a week, or whenever I feel there is significant enough news for an extra one.leiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-79135576785945871772013-03-27T08:48:00.000-07:002013-03-27T08:48:21.233-07:00I had a weird dream a few months agoFirst of all, FUCK YOU I KNOW I'M BAD AT REMEMBERING TO BLOG.<div>
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So, I had a really weird dream a few months ago. I was on a boat voyage with my trade school class. I have NO idea why the fuck we were on this boat, all I knew is that we were going somewhere. So anyway, I was on this boat. The beginning of the dream was just be wandering around this huge ass boat, going onto the deck, looking at the scenery (which looked like some water near like fucking Alaska or something, there were icebergs everywhere and like stone arches and shit), and seeing all the people there.</div>
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Then I see my friend Sam hurt himself somehow (like twisted his ankle or something) so I help him back to his bed. Then it's bedtime and everyone is sleeping. Neither of us can sleep so he invites me to share his bed with him (just for cuddles. I sleep better when I cuddle) so I get in bed with him and go to sleep.</div>
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You know how sometimes you can feel like a skip in your dream, where you know time has passed but you didn't experience the time in the dream? Well that's what happened next.</div>
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So next thing I know I'm waking up (within the dream) and there is like, this small-child sized hamster sharing the bed with him and I. The hamster was the size of the average 3 year old. I had no idea what happened, because the dream failed to supply me with the details of what happened during the "time skip." I get up and start walking around, and find three more small-child sized hamsters around the boat. I'm getting very confused at this point.</div>
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Eventually, I start getting freaked out and ask someone what the hell happened. They inform me that after I got in bed with Sam, we had sex and he got me pregnant. WITH HAMSTER CHILDREN. QUADRUPLETS. And then I woke up, very confused.</div>
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So yeah, that was my weird ass dream. It's become rather famous within my friends, and we now walk around randomly going "HAMSTER CHILDREN!!" and falling over with hysterical laughter. </div>
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I want one of those iCarly shirts, but I want it to say "Hamster Children"</div>
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So yeah. This was my comeback, I'm gonna try to post more often again. Talk to you next time!</div>
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Song of the day: "Don't You Worry Child" by Swedish House Mafia</div>
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Book of the day: "Variant" by Robison Wells</div>
leiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-38197963132177790622012-11-17T18:32:00.003-08:002012-11-17T18:32:54.121-08:00Presentation UpdateI got an 88% on my PowerPoint! And that was both the PowerPoint itself and presenting it! Yay :3 I dunno what I got on my essay yet...we will just have to wait and find out.leiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-54659856312035095752012-11-14T01:41:00.001-08:002012-11-14T01:41:21.180-08:00I'm stupidHelloooooooooo bloggy people! You may be thinking "Hey! Why are you awake? Don't you have school in the morning?" Why, yes I do have school in the morning! In fact, school is partially the reason I'm awake at this un-fucking-godly hour. I'm mostly the reason though.<br />
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For about a month I've known about a 5 page research paper that I have to turn into a PowerPoint as well. Well, guess what? Every time I had a chance to sit down and do it, my brain just wouldn't let me. I don't even know why. So, at this exact moment it's 2:58am. I started at about 11, I think, and I got my paper done (completely from scratch, bibliography and all) at about 2:44. I gave myself a bit of a break for working so hard but just about NOW...3am...is time to go work on the powerpoint. I'm leaving this an open document and I'll document the time whenever I come to make a comment.<br />
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3:01 - Leaving to go work on powerpoint<br />
3:05 - Starting to panic a little because I'm tired and I don't really know what to do...<br />
3:06 - calms down slightly. all you have to do is convert the essay into a powerpoint...LASTING 7 MINUTES. shit.<br />
3:07 - remembers freshman year...did presentation night before...ended up talking 10 minutes. we'll be okay. we're good at bullshitting.<br />
3:21 - shit. i was doing so good. lost my concentration. okay...at 3:30 we're starting again. and actually focusing. i need to get this done by like, 4:30 or 5 so i might be able to get a smidgen of sleep, i mean jeez. i don't want to go on literally NO sleep. i'll die.<br />
3:25 - okay i just started a video that will be done at approximately at 3:40. THEN i'll start. because then i won't be able to concentrate if i don't finish the video. because i'll sit here wondering about it instead of working.<br />
3:28 - okay ended up bailing the video. going to google how to concentrate again.<br />
3:37 - just made a decision. going to find all the pictures i want, put them in my powerpoint, go to sleep. in the morning i can usually work on other things during first block, will do that then after some sleep. work on it during advisory (also go print my essay during advisory). if it still isn't done i can probably work on it a little on the bus, since i will have everything i need from the internet already.<br />
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Okay, i'm FREAKING. EXHAUSTED. I'm going to go find all those pictures and get myself a couple hours of sleep. I already feel a lot better after finishing that paper...thought it was gonna take a lot longer than it did. Glad it didn't. I can make power points pretty fast. I'm not working fast right now. I'll work better in the morning after sleep and the caffeine I'm going to get.<br />
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Song of the day: "Tammy" by Debbie Reynolds. It's what's playing right now.<br />
Book of the day: "Oh, the Places You'll Go!" by Dr. Seuss. Because why not?<br />
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BEDTIME!<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-91808857733497959512012-10-31T05:23:00.001-07:002012-10-31T05:23:43.934-07:00Hello, blogisphere!Just a quick post here because I'm about to take a test.<br />
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Me and my lovely friend Nancy are starting up a YouTube channel called HurricaneNamanda. I'm posting Wednesdays, she's posting Mondays, so please go check it out. Our first post is tonight!<br />
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Okay, test time.<br />
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Song of the day: "Natural Disaster" by Steep Canyon Rangers, because it's stuck in my head right now<br />
Book of the day: "Grimm's Fairy Tales" because I've been fangirling about Once Upon a Time.<br />
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Bye!<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-56183404994674331392012-10-24T05:54:00.003-07:002012-10-24T05:54:47.491-07:00So we meet again...I have, yet again, been thrown back in the hated friendzone. I think.<br />
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It always goes like this. I meet boy. Me and boy talk...A LOT. I think a boy I like actually likes me back for once. Hopes smashed with a hammer when they either: straight out tell me they only like me as a friend, or start talking about other girls just like I'm another fucking dude.<br />
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WHY? WHY ME!? I know, for a fucking FACT, that I would be a great girlfriend. I don't need to know where you are every minute of every day. I don't even need daily contact for fucks sake, though it'd be nice. All I want, is a cute guy who can be both serious and silly with me. He needs to be able to hold an intelligent conversation with me. And, I just want him to cuddle with me if I so ask him to. I'm really not that picky...there are a lot of girls more picky than me. Unfortunately, I'm just not pretty enough to catch boy's eyes. I mean, I guess I'm cute in the face, but I'm not skinny enough for the guys that I always end up liking.<br />
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Gah. I am just in an absolute SHIT mood today. I always put my eggs in one boy basket that I'm SURE likes me back finally, then when I find out he doesn't (as it has always been at this point in my life), I die inside for a while. I'm in the dead inside portion. This has to happen before I recover.<br />
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Oh, god, I don't know how I'll be able to see him today. I guess I have to do what I always do when I'm sad: hide it. I'm really good at hiding it when I want to. So, yeah.<br />
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I'm just...I don't understand why. That's all I don't understand. I THOUGHT I'd presented myself to him in a romantic way. Apparently not enough.<br />
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Oh, another part of the "dead inside" portion-false hope. I keep telling myself that maybe he just likes her more than me, but he still likes me, and he just trusts me so he told me about it...<br />
But then I'm like "NO. DON'T HURT YOURSELF." So I'm arguing with myself.<br />
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The day I met him was the day I started liking him. And the promise from others that he "liked me too" made that crush turn into something very close to being in love, and now...I'm just sad. Because I know that no matter how hard I try, I will always feel a bit of something close to love for him, whether we do end up dating, or (most likely) we do not.<br />
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Song of the day: "Teardrops on My Guitar" by Taylor Swift<br />
Book/author of the day: There isn't one. Because all the books about unrequited love that I can think of ends up with the hero and the person they were lusting after together, or the hero of the novel ends up with someone else. Well, I'm not with him, and I'm still alone.<br />
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See you,<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-10893886848258603962012-10-18T05:50:00.001-07:002012-10-18T05:50:39.402-07:00Howdy BlogisphereWow, I've been really lazy lately, haven't I? Well, sorry, but I don't have anything to talk about. Just wanted to check in with everyone, let ya know I'm fine, but I've just been busy with school, so I haven't posted.<br />
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Apparently, we are watching a movie in my American Cit class. That's fun. At least we don't have to learn shit. Far better than learning shit. I'm not even watching, I'm listening to music and internetting.<br />
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So I found this feature in the ichat that shows you whoever's on ichat within the same area. So I see every person on ichat in my whole school.<br />
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Okay, I'm getting bored with this now.<br />
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Song of the day: "Amie" by Pure Prairie League<br />
Book of the day: "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins. Hey, that book is always good!<br />
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See ya later!!<br />
Miss M leiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-81005999326190646122012-10-02T21:07:00.001-07:002012-10-02T21:07:19.431-07:00Something I hateYou know what I hate? When people make cryptic posts on social media sites and don't explain what they meant later.<br />
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Like, recently a friend has been posting all about how she's been having multiple problems in her life and how they're hurting her so bad. She's posted multiple times, on multiple sites, over the last 4 or 5 days. So, trying to be a good friend this evening, I asked her what was wrong. She told me "so many things" were wrong, so I told her I had time if she wanted to talk about them. But then she starts going on about how she doesn't have time, but not in a nice way. I mean, her texts had a snippy tone to them. So I said back, trying to make my text sound like I was appalled, that I was disappointed but whatever. Then she sent one back, real pissed off, that obviously I didn't care so why was I bothering her because she was trying to fix them RIGHT NOW. I mean, WHAT? So I sent back one more telling her I didn't want to argue but I was saying one more thing: that I wouldn't have asked her in the first place if I didn't care.<br />
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What did I do? I was expressing interest in her problems, trying to possibly help her figure them out if she'd have only told me, but no. I don't even know.<br />
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Okay, I'll admit, I do this a little. But when I do it, it's things like "Why can't I do anything without a debacle?!" or, "The guy I like came back today <3". The difference with me, though, would be that I'd most likely explain what they meant if I was asked. Like, if you asked me about the debacle thing, I'd explain all the problems I've been having while volunteering at a football stadium (I will post about all that either later in the week or maybe even tomorrow, if I remember. That doesn't have anything to do with today's post so I'm not explaining it here. Back to the post.). And if they asked me about the second thing, and if I trusted them enough, I'd tell them who the guy I like is. But if I didn't trust them enough, I'd say something like "Oh, you don't know him" (my friends really don't...he goes to a different high school) or "I'm trying to figure out if he likes me right now, so I don't want to say who it is just yet". You know, perfectly plausible reasons.<br />
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All I don't understand about this is, she was taking time out of her "problem fixing" to post on social media about how she's had so many problems, and yelling at me about how she couldn't explain her problems to me because she's in the middle of fixing them, when she obvious had time to complain about them elsewhere. So why couldn't she just tell me WHAT THE FUCKING PROBLEMS ARE. Argh!<br />
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Okay, sorry, just had to get that out of my system. Complaining over.<br />
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Author of the day: Meg Cabot. Because every girl should read at least one of her books in their life.<br />
Song of the day: I Won't Say I'm in Love from Disney's Hercules. Because it's very true for me right now.<br />
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See you next time,<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-70703700517568342602012-09-26T13:58:00.002-07:002012-09-26T13:58:58.030-07:00ThinkingSo, today, my career center teacher had a couple of guys in the army come to talk to us today so we could expand our options. And one thing the sergeant said really stuck with me: Hope's not really a good strategy in anything.<br />
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I started thinking about how true that was. I mean, I'm not saying to not have hope. You always have to have hope, because sometimes it's all you have left. But I was thinking about how that's what I always do. I sit back and hope for the best, then nothing ever happens. Because I never actually go DO anything. So it opened my eyes.<br />
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You can't just sit back and hope for whatever it is you're wanting. You have to go out and get it.<br />
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So, Abe, I'm sorry. But you're about to be my boyfriend. You are my project.<br />
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Song of the day: We Are Never Ever Ever Getting Back Together by Taylor Swift. Because it's catchy.<br />
Author of the day: JK Rowling. Because, duh.<br />
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See you!<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-82784827016556629532012-09-18T07:34:00.000-07:002012-09-18T07:34:22.837-07:00A rant about boys and their wishy-washynessHi. I don't really have a topic for today, so I'm just gonna give a general update on me.<br />
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So, my career center is going pretty good. The guy, Abraham, is so amazing. I mean, seriously. I wanna jump that. Problem is, HE HAS A FUCKING GIRLFRIEND. YET WHAT DOES HE DO? FLIRT WITH ME ALL DAY.<br />
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I hate boys. They flirt with you and talk to you and tell you things like you're the only person they can tell, then the next moment "Oh yeah, I went to my girlfriend's this weekend." And you're just sitting there like "WHAT. THE FUCK. IS WRONG. WITH YOU." Because seriously! My friend Kiwi AND my mother think he's flirting with me. So does FPDP. It's so infuriating. Because the good ones are always taken. WHY?!<br />
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He's hot, plays football, wrestles, is real muscley, is funny, nice, sweet, likes to make dirty jokes with me, AND HE USED TO BE IN SHOW CHOIR. HOW PERFECT IS HE FOR ME?! Totally fucking perfect, that's how perfect he is. All the guys that I like who sing are all basses. Guess what part he sang? Bass. He's a country boy and his legs/ass look amazing in his jeans. Sigh.<br />
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Him and Kiwi were sitting with me yesterday while we were doing our final sketches. OB was playing country music on the radio, and they were both singing. Kinda singing FOR me, because I didn't know most of the songs.<br />
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HE EVEN INVITED ME TO GO TO HIS CHURCH/YOUTH GROUP WITH HIM. Too bad I'm agnostic and every time I go to church I end up irritated, because I'd love to go and hang out with him. FML.<br />
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Sorry I've been irritated about this ever since it happened so I'm just AGH. I'm writing this at school and it's about to be passing time, so I'll end the rant for today.<br />
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Song of the day: Stu's Song (From The Hangover) Meets Metal by 331Erock on YouTube. It's amazing. See?<br />
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leiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-48800088019950110132012-09-11T16:27:00.002-07:002012-09-11T16:27:35.440-07:00FeelingsI have a weird problem. Whenever one of my friends is really super happy, I get sad.<br />
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Like, I'm happy for them, but at the same time I start feeling really bad about myself.<br />
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For example, just about 10 minutes ago my friend FPDP told me how she asked the boy she likes to be her boyfriend, and he accepted. I was immediately happy for her (and I'm STILL happy for her, really!) but then, a minute later, I felt the familiar sinking sensation in my stomach and the sadness descended on me. I started thinking about how I can't get a boyfriend, and how every time I think a boy likes me he always ends up backing out and not hardly speaking to me, and other things in that area.<br />
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I hate this, because I will feel the same elated happiness that my friends feel for like 5 minutes at the most, then my stomach sinks. I want to be happy with my friends, but I always have to end up pretending because even though I know I'm feeling the happy, the sad starts taking over and I have to work really hard to keep sounding happy so I don't ruin THEIR happy.<br />
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You know, internet, I go through this every few months or so. I won't care that I don't have a boyfriend for months. Then all of a sudden, I start thinking about my chronic singleness. I don't know how to get out of it. I know I shouldn't care, and I try to tell myself that, but I don't know. I only count myself as having one and a half boyfriends. One because I had a boyfriend 2 years ago (freshman year) for about a month, and that's where I got my first kiss. Half because a guy was identified as my "boyfriend" for three months in 7th grade. For some reason, that little black part inside of me tells myself that my lack of boyfriend is just confirmation that I am ugly. My parents and friends are all like "noooooooo! you're not ugly at all!" but I know they just say that because they're family/friends and they're obligated to.<br />
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I just want a boyfriend that thinks I'm pretty and likes my weird/nerdy personality, and likes spending time with me. Is that too much to ask? Apparently so, because I am single, as you can see.<br />
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Ugh. I know this is an extremely whiny post, but as I warned you in my very first one, this is going to be my diary of sorts. So, here's a diary-like post.<br />
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Song of the day: "I'm Not Okay" by My Chemical Romance. Because I'm not right now.<br />
Book of the day: "The Book Thief" By Markus Zusak. Because it makes me cry.<br />
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See you next time,<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-11896514599547958072012-09-07T05:23:00.000-07:002012-09-11T16:31:09.435-07:00IllnessI'm going to go ahead and post this now. I think I'm getting a cold. I have a stopped up nose, a headache, a sore throat (and I sound like a fucking frog), I'm quickly developing a cough, and my body is so sore. I am not in a good mood.<br />
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I was posting this just in case I don't get to post this weekend. So you guys will have a reason.<br />
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Song of the day: "5-1-5-0" by Dierks Bently<br />
Book of the day: "Before I Fall" by Lauren Oliver<br />
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See you MAYBE this weekend, maybe not till next weekend. Who knows.<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-88758096978054922692012-09-05T17:33:00.000-07:002012-09-05T17:33:02.364-07:00WowWe got MacBooks at school today. I'm writing this blog from it. That's surprising. Filters usually won't let you in any sort of social networking site (i.e., this). Hmm. Interesting.<br />
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Okay, I just wanted to do this because it was surprising. Haha.<br />
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Author of the day: Judy Blume, in honor of her announcing her breast cancer.<br />
Song of the day: Yellow-Backed Fly by Steve Martin & The Steep Canyon Rangers. Because it's the first one that came up on my iPod, haha.<br />
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See you this weekend!<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-28535968180775998752012-09-03T09:10:00.000-07:002012-09-03T09:10:52.355-07:00ThingsSo, today counts as weekend because it's labor day. Happy labor day!<br />
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Quick update on the boy-ish front before the real meat: England has basically ceased talking to me, while Abraham has increased his talking. Weird.<br />
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Saturday, I had to go to a game night thing. Some of my mom's old co-workers had invited her many times to go to a game night, and she finally accepted this time. She forced me to go with her as her excuse, because FPDP and Leppie had invited me to go to FPDP's house to sleepover, and go to the water park in the morning. The co-workers have a friend that is slightly autistic, and it was her house that we went to.<br />
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Okay, I know it's not her fault, but SERIOUSLY. SHE IRRITATED ME SO BADLY. We were there until about 10, then we headed to FPDP's house.<br />
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Me, Leppie, and FPDP stayed up really late and talked. Then at 10:45 Sunday morning, we got up and got ready to go to the water park. I had a really good time. We floated around the lazy river most of the time and talked. The other part of the time, we were in the normal big pool floating around, or laying out on chairs.<br />
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Then, mother tells me that we're going to her best friend's house to have enchiladas. Well, yay enchiladas, but I was quickly developing a severe sunburn. My shoulders were slightly burned, my right arm was burned pretty bad, my chest wasn't too good, and my shoulder blades/back were REALLY bad. So we were there until about 1:30, then finally home.<br />
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THIS MORNING, mother gets a phone call from grandpa that we need to "trim the yard". Excuse me, old man, but I have a severe sunburn. I had to do it anyway. I was luckily only out there for like, 30 minutes with a tshirt covering all the sunburn, but still.<br />
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Now I'm inside. I needed this to be a quick blog because I also need to do laundry and finish my homework today. So, I'm going to sign off for now.<br />
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Song of the day: "Gangnam Style" by PSY. Yes, I like this song. It's catchy as hell.<br />
Book of the day: "The Hunger Games" by Suzanne Collins. I'm reading it again, yeah. Screw you.<br />
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See you next weekend!<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-72841193376859342812012-08-26T19:19:00.000-07:002012-08-26T19:19:21.334-07:00HiHi. Okay. I'm changing my policy again. I have now started school, and realized I lack all motivation to do anything of importance during the weekdays. So, now, there will be one post a week, posted sometime Friday-Sunday. Now, NEWS!<br />
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So, I started actual school on Tuesday. Meh. That just means waking up at 6am every day. I like all my teachers except one, and he teaches the subject I'd known I'd hate: College Algebra. So yeah. Haven't gotten much homework yet, thankfully. The REAL news is about my career center.<br />
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There are 2 boys, Abraham and England. Abraham is UBER hot and flirts with me some. I wasn't sure about England, until we drew pictures with each other one day. I have confirmation of flirtation after showing the doodles to my parents, grandpa and best friend. So yay! A possible future boyfriend!<br />
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Okay. I have to start getting ready for bed. See you next weekend!<br /><br />Song of the day: Carol of the Bells by William Joseph. Yes, I'm listening to christmas music in August. Fuck you.<br />
Book of the day: Uglies by Scott Westerfeld<br />
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Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-22191641744966951902012-08-20T19:54:00.001-07:002012-08-20T19:55:10.677-07:00PostponementI'm postponing today's post to tomorrow, for two reasons. One, I need to go to bed for starting REAL school in the morning because I need to wake up at 6, and TWO, I think it'll be more interesting to talk about the first day of school tomorrow. So yeah.<br />
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Artist of the day: Ed Sheeran. I fell in love with him today.<br />
Book of the day: "To Kill a Mockingbird". Fuck you, I like that book!<br />
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See you Tuesday!<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-39362922051537654132012-08-16T21:34:00.002-07:002012-08-16T21:34:42.798-07:00Vacation Adventures, Career Centers, and a Demon in IndianaOkay, the things I listed in the title will not be in that order. But this is a blog of three parts.<br />
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PART ONE: Michigan!<br />
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I haven't been posting because I've been in Michigan and I've been tired. So, I'm going to tell you about our vacation now!<br />
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You know about the car shit. If you don't, refer to the previous post. So, our friends finally got us to their home and we went to bed. Sunday morning we woke up, had breakfast, and went to the beach at Lake Michigan. It was my first lake ever, and my first beach ever. Let me tell you, that water was FUCKING COLD! But beautiful. I loved it a lot. We stayed there for like 4 hours, had ice cream, went back to their house and watched True Blood, then went to bed. The next day, we got up and explored the city they live near, Traverse City. We went to a fancy mall that used to be an insane asylum, and it was AWESOME. All the stores were so expensive, but the building they were in was awesome. Then we drove up to a lighthouse and went to the little rock beach there. We got back home, watched Grimm, then went to bed. The last day of fun stuff, we got up and started to make our way to Mackinac Island (Pronounced mack-in-aw. Yes, I know there is a C at the end. Blame the French people). We took the scenic long route, and we got hungry. We stopped at the most amazing little place called the Good Hart General Store. If you ever can, stop there. They have delicious wraps and it's in a small town, so everyone is nice even if they have no idea who you are. Anyway, then we went into the "Tunnel of Trees" which was a beautiful road lined with trees. We got to Mackinaw City and got on our boat to the island. We found out that the Grand Hotel on the island was the hotel where they filmed the movie "Somewhere in Time" (which is a great movie...a science fiction-romance) so we HAD to go there, because it's one of my mom's very favorite movies. The hotel was so fucking fancy the bathroom had a legit ATTENDANT. But the hotel was beautiful, the grounds were beautiful, and it was just fun. We walked around the island and saw lots of fun little shops, then we went back on the boat and back home. The return trip will be covered in the next part.<br />
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PART TWO: A demon in Indiana<br />
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Okay, so, last time we went to see our friend, she lived in Indiana. On the way there, the front brakes just completely crapped out. We made it to their home, but then had to spend like 2 hours waiting in the car place the next day. The return trip was fine though. This time, we had all the trouble on the way there (IN INDIANA IS WHERE IT STARTED) that I have already covered. So, the car is finally at a transmission place and is being fixed, but it's still in Michigan. Because it won't be done at least this week. So, our friends were amazing because they let us borrow their van until our car is fixed, and when it is fixed we will figure out a way to get them traded again. We are at the moment assuming that we will meet half way in Chicago (yay!). So, on our way back home, we were about 15 minutes into FUCKING INDIANA where all of a sudden, all the electronics in the car shuts off. The GPS, windows, air conditioning, everything electric. We go on like that for a while, then we hit a truck stop and stop there for a minute to start calling people, when all of a sudden everything comes back on. So we went on our merry way.<br />
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WHAT DID WE <i>DO</i> TO INDIANA TO GET ALL THIS TROUBLE?! We have no idea!<br />
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PART THREE: Career Centers<br />
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I had my first class of career center today. All we did was sit there while the Officer talked. I'm hoping it will be at least slightly more interesting tomorrow.<br />
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So, there's the end of my post. The third part was short because 1) There wasn't really much to say and 2) my mother wants me to go to bed because I need to be up at 9 to get ready for my second day of career center. So yeah. Michigan is severely underrated, it's beautiful up there.<br />
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Song of the day: "You Belong with Me" by Taylor Swift. Because I've been thinking about how a certain person belongs with me (he really does)<br />
Book of the day: "Thirteen Reasons Why" by Jay Asher. Why? Because I've been kindof depressed lately, okay? I'm fine, but sometimes I just feel sad.<br />
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See you Monday!.
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Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-23735837170570447352012-08-12T20:28:00.002-07:002012-08-12T20:28:43.706-07:00Breakin' the car, breakin' the car...Yeah, I was about to write a title and for some reason got reminded of "Breakin' the Law" by Judas Preist, so that's why that is our title.<br />
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I know I post tomorrow, and I was actually going to post this yesterday, but everything was just SO fucked up and I was exhausted and...you'll see.<br />
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So, we head out for Michigan at approximately 4:15am Saturday morning. We hit a raccoon in there somewhere, but other than that everything is hunky-dory until about noon, when we're in Bloomington, Illinois. <br />
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We get gas, re-start the car, and the check engine light has come on. My parents have had this happen before, and they were told that sometimes, if you don't put the gas cap back on right, the check engine light comes on. So they were told to undo and redo the gas cap, disconnect the battery, reconnect it, then everything should be fine. So, they do that, and we're back on the road. The last time they did this, the car ran rough for a while, but then righted itself, so when it started running rough, they just figured the car was fixing its problem, so they ignored it. All of a sudden, just outside Chicago, the RPM gague starts revving up really high, then suddenly dropping. It does this repeatedly, the gague getting over 6, and we know something is really fucked up. So we stop. On the side of a highway. We rest the car, let it cool down some, and try again. After about 15 minutes it starts again. We keep going through this process (like, 6 times) with each time taking less for the gague to start revving. We barely get across the Michigan border, and get to a welcome center. We call our friends that we are driving up to see, and the man says he thinks something is wrong with the transmission, and reccomends something that might fix it. We try it, and it doesn't work. We limp along a little farther until we make it to a little town, and thankfully find a mechanic. Unfortunately, he's closing. He does, though, tell us that our transmission is completely fucked and we either need a new one, or need to rebuild the one we have. He says that if we have someone to come get us, to have them do it. Our friends had already been on the way because they were worried about us, so we had to wait. We and our friends communicate back and forth a lot in the next while, and eventually find us someone to take our car to that is only about 2 hours from our friends, rather than 4 hours away. We (after a loooooong time and quite a lot of struggle) got a tow truck coming to get us, so we waited. We waited in our car, in this tiny parking lot, in this tiny town, for like 4 hours. Our friends get there and we take everything into their car, and we wait for the truck. The truck gets there about 20 minutes later, and we're off. Two hours later, we arrive at the mechanic. Two hours after that, we arrive at their house, at 2am. We all go to bed immediately.<br />
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So, yesterday was just <strong>COMPLETELY</strong>. <strong>FUCKED</strong>. <strong>UP</strong>. Thank god we had amazing friends to come get us, and thank god we are at their home safe. We haven't heard anything about our car yet, and we need it my Wednesday, because I start school on Thursday! I CAN'T MISS THE FIRST DAY!!<br />
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So yeah. This is making our vacation difficult to enjoy, but we are managing to do it. Tomorrow, I'll talk about our adventures on Monday and Tuesday.<br />
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Book of the day: "Divergent" by Veronica Roth<br />
Song of the day: "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" by Eric Idle<br />
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See you tomorrow!<br />Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-41747098116288203352012-08-09T19:44:00.000-07:002012-08-10T10:13:33.381-07:00Vacation!We leave for Michigan on Saturday. At 4am. Yeah, I'm not happy about that. But Michigan! Land of lakes! And lake beaches! And lighthouses! Somewhere I've never been! Hooray! And, you'll get a blog from while I'm there! Excitement!<br />
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So, that cut our vacation short. But it's okay, because I didn't think we could fit enough things in a week of stay, but now we have 3 days and can do a few real fun things. Like, we are going to go to a lake-beach for one of the days, a cool little island (with a lighthouse on it...also, apparently, we will fit another lighthouse in somewhere...don't know where, though), go shopping in a mall that used to be an insane asylum, and explore the bigger town that our friends live just outside of. Our friends also live on a bunch of land that has a lot of woods, and I will make them let me explore. I've never been in the woods on foot before, so that's exciting. </div>
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I was going to take my camera, with a few pictures still on it, because I couldn't find my cord to save them to my computer, but then my dad finally found my camera cord. I was so happy! So I'm taking a completely empty camera (which is like...2000 pictures or something close to that) to take a million pictures with. After I'm back I might make a special Saturday blog showing some of my favorites, because that Thursday will be spent telling you about the rest of my vacation and my first day of career center. </div>
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I'm finished packing my clothes, so I'm working on packing my fun bag for the car (it's a 13 hour drive...I'm not too excited about that part). I have to take my AP homework with me, because I finally got the book yesterday and I'm too excited now to work on it. Mom says I will get bored enough in the car that even homework will seem fun, and I believe her. I need a notebook to take notes and answer some questions for part of the homework, so I went to my bag of new school supplies. I have pretty notebooks that have designs on the front, not just colors, so I was trying to decide what to pick. I have a green polka dot one, a blue wavy one, and a yellow one with speech bubbles and things like that. My reasoning was: "Well, it's for psychology, psychology is about brains, so I want the one with the thought bubble on it." Yep, I'm weird. Then I did this to it:</div>
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See you Monday..IN MICHIGAN!<br />
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Song of the day: "Somebody That I Used to Know" cover by Walk off the Earth<br />
Author of the day: Suzanne Collins. Yep. HUNGER GAAAAAAAAAAMES!</div>leiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-13501999602960291572012-08-08T20:57:00.001-07:002012-08-08T20:57:55.682-07:00Holy Shit a Wednesday PostHi! Yeah, it's Wednesday. But a lot of stuff happened today and I don't want to make tomorrow's post really long like they have been lately.<br />
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So, we've been having trouble with me getting the textbook for my summer homework, remember? If you don't remember, go take a look at Monday's post again before reading the rest of this so it'll make sense.<br />
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The lady who is (apparently) the only one who could get in the textbook room finally came into work today and dropped the book off at the high school library for me to get later. So, since registration was also today (we already registered...they also took yearbook pics today, so that's what we went for) we dropped by the library before heading to get my picture. I go down to the library and ask the lady who's there if there was anything left for me. The first lady, for some reason, had written down my mother's name instead of mine, and hadn't taken down my student ID number like she apparently should have. So the lady now had to get all that, but when she checked it into the computer, it told her I had a fee of 80 dollars! I don't know why the hell it said that, because I turned in all of my textbooks both of my previous years of school. She tries to call the elusive lady who finally got my textbook to ask what to do, she doesn't answer (of course). So she calls the school, and the school says to override it and give it to me. So, thankfully I have it now and can start my homework. Which I will be doing tomorrow in the daytime, hopefully. Because we are packing tomorrow. Hooray!<br />
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Song of the day: "Sexually Attracted to Myself" by Reader's Wives<br />
Book of the day: "The Host" by Stephenie Meyer. Yeah, I know. She wrote "Twilight". But this book is better...seriously.<br />
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See you tomorrow! (Maybe. I will be packing, you know. So it'll either be late, or it'll be posted early Friday.)<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-51464045670380904872012-08-06T21:29:00.000-07:002012-08-06T21:29:17.651-07:00Fun WeekendsSo it's 10:30 at night and guess what I remember? "Oh shit. It's Monday. Post day. Better go do that." So here I am. On to the post-age (not the mail kind, the blog kind).<br />
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This weekend I did some stuff. Saturday morning I had to get up at 7:50 am (this isn't the fun part...more on the fun in a minute) to do a little yard work. It's been so hot, and there has been so little rain, that the yard is mostly brown, minus the weeds growing up around the edges and those damn green plants that grow on our weird little corner thingies in our patio and along all our fencing. My job, was cutting down the green plants (this is the job I hate the most, so I wasn't happy) on the little corner thingies and along as much of the fence I could until my grandfather (he always orchestrates yard work. It seems that he believes that if we let stuff grow to the point where it looks slightly unkempt, he thinks the city will be after us. Also, he's terrified of the heat, so we always have to do it early. Ugh.) tells me to stop. Grandpa went after the edging on the riding mower, and my dad helped me cut stuff down until grandpa was done. Then grandpa told me it was fine for me to stop, so I did, and dad did his thing with the push mower. Then we went to breakfast, I took a shower, and then went to the fabulous FPDP's house! (hint: this is where the fun part starts)<br />
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So I got there and she had another friend with her that SHE had spent the night with the night before. We all went to a game night that a person in her home school...group...thingie...was having. We played Apples to Apples with some other people, then Super Smash Bros, then I made them get out the Mario Kart Wii. You see, I'm a beast at Mario Kart. Someone challenged me to my favorite character. He was acting all superior because I was saying how I'm good at it. I accepted his challenge, and proceeded to kick his ass. Then I kinda sucked for the rest of the night. Also, there's something about playing with more than one other person with me that I suddenly start shouting. And I shouted so much my throat hurt. And FPDP's ex also flirted with me. Which was, like, totally gross but at the same time flattering because FPDP is so much prettier than me and it made me feel pretty. But then her mom said he was probably only doing it to make FPDP jealous. So then I was kinda sad. But lots of like 20 year old guys flirt with me anyway. Like one at the mall today. He was hot. But it's irritating because my mother takes care of me and won't let me go off with all those lecherous older guys who just want jailbait-SHIT I'M GOING OFF TOPIC.<br />
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So anyway, I went back to FPDP's house and we got on the computer for a while, talked to Leppie for an hour, watched Lilo and Stitch, and she was really awesome and painted my toes for me, then we slept.<br />
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We had to wake up at 7:55 on Sunday because we were going to the zoo. We woke up and asked her dad if the other family was ready, and he said they weren't, so we dozed on and off until about 8:30 when he said down into the basement that they'd be leaving their house in like 3 minutes and for us to get ready. So we got ready REALLY fast then got to the zoo. We walked around one area, walked back to the front, walked around the front, took a tram to the other area and did this fly-over thing they have (this thing was like a ski lift, so it went in a huge oval. So, on the return trip we passed a hot guy. FPDP told me "Hey, that guy's hot" and I said "Yes he is!" then I looked at him and said "HEY! YOU'RE HOT!" I mean, we're never gonna see him again so what's it matter?), walked back to the front again, then went back to her house. I waited at her house for my mom for like an hour because, even though I'd told her I was gonna be back there between 1 and 3, she still went out to eat at a place that's like, 45 minutes away with the rest of my family. Then I went home and did laundry and cleaned my room.<br />
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We were at the zoo for like, 4 hours and I walked a fuck ton. I'm so tired. My body hurts so bad.<br />
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So I found out a couple weeks ago that I'd somehow missed hearing that AP classes have summer homework, so I emailed an awesome teacher that I love (who taught me CA in the 8th grade, just also moved to my high school because her daughter was going to go there) and also happens to partially run the AP program if she could get me the materials I need so I could have all my stuff done. She could. So today I went to get them. Getting the instructions was fine. She told me to go over to the library (it's in the basement of the public library, and also across the street from my high school) and ask for a certain lady to let me in the textbook room back in the school so I could actually complete the homework (which isn't much. Take notes over a couple chapters, make flash cards of the vocab in those chapters, answer the questions after both those chapters, then read a little packet. Easy stuff, for me anyway.). I went over to the library, and there was a bitchy lady there from whom I learned that the lady I needed wasn't there, and she couldn't do anything to help me because she "was just a sub and didn't know anything". So I went upstairs (the normal public library part) and asked them if they knew anything, and they didn't either. I called my mom (who was waiting back at the school) what to do now, and she said to come back over and ask the receptionist in the student service center if she could leave the AP lady a note. She couldn't, but recommended that I email her to bring it to the receptionist lady so I could pick it up. Well, she hasn't answered yet. So that's lovely.<br />
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Okay, ending the long post because my hands are starting to hurt from typing so much.<br />
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See you Thursday!<br />Miss M<br />
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PS: I already know what my next 3 posts will be about, so you won't get nothing ones with just videos and "I'm sorry-s" in them. Yay!<br />
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PPS: I'm also thinking I'll start two "of the day" segments at the end of each blog. A song/artist section, where I talk about a song artist (or a few) that I like, or a song (or a few) that I like, or both. Maybe a song from the artist I mention, maybe not. We'll wait and see. And, also, a book/author section, where I talk about a book (or few) that I like, or an author (or a few) that I like. Same conditions as with the music one. They will appear every post, if I remember them. If not, then whenever I remember.<br />
Or maybe I'll post a random "of the day" thing along with those two every once in a while...like a YouTuber or a food or something like that. Yeah.<br />
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PPPS: Here's the first two.<br />
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Artist/songs of the day-Father John Misty. I somehow found him in Spotify. I just found him today, and from what I've listened to so far I rather like the songs "Nancy From Now On", "I'm Writing a Novel", and "Only Son of the Ladiesman".<br />
Book/Author of the day: "An Abundance of Katherines" by John Green. John Green is also our author of the day. I love all his books that I've read ("An Abundance of Katherines", "Paper Towns", "Looking for Alaska", and "The Fault in our Stars"...I'm still missing "Will Grayson, Will Grayson") but Katherines is definitely my favorite of them. Seriously, check him out.<br />
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Byeeee!leiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-46191415637172207152012-08-02T18:46:00.000-07:002012-08-02T18:46:26.304-07:00My Lack of Female BFFWell, it's Thursday. And as promised, the somewhat-but-not-really dramatic story of how I lost my girl best friend, whom I shall be calling Stupid Hoe, or rather, SH.<br />
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Background: We look kindof similar, and most everyone thought we were twins/sisters, and this brought us closer. We had been friends since the end of the first week of freshman year (a year and a half prior to this). We had had one major falling out before this, a few months before. I don't even remember what that one was about. She was the best friend I had ever had, and she knew EVERYTHING. Now as I look back, I THOUGHT I knew everything about her, but it seems to me now that she was either a pathological liar or just didn't tell me anything. Okay, onto the story.<br />
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So, I had just spent a week (spring break) pretty much with SH all hours of the day. The music department (orchestra, band, and choir) took a trip to Washington DC for that week, coming home on my birthday (March 17). She was my roommate, along with another friend of ours (we had the good fortune to only have to have 3 girls in our room). We were together much of every day as well. Now that I think about this, I think she may have been tired of me. But she was still with me every chance she got...I don't know. Anyway, the first Monday back is where the problem began.<br />
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Scene: Third block, US History, about 15 minutes before lunch.<br />
She usually sat right behind me. Another mutual friend of ours (Arie) had texted me something funny, and I decided to show it to SH. We had free time in class, either it was a study day or he just finished early, I don't remember now. Anyway, I showed it to her, and she decided to scroll through the rest of the conversation to see if anything else was funny. Usually, this would not bother me at all, but earlier in the day I had told Arie something I didn't want SH to see.<br />
You see, I have another best friend. L-Mon. A boy. I go through stages of thinking I have a crush on him, and other times I don't think I do at all. He always acts like he likes me, yet says he doesn't...that's a story for another day. Anyway, I was in an I-think-I-like-him stage and had texted Arie that. I didn't want SH to know, because she, along with all of our other friends (and even my own parents) said we liked each other and kinda freaked whenever I went through these stages, and I didn't want to deal with it.<br />
Well, she saw it. And she freaked, just like I knew she would. I was sitting there under a siege of questioning from her and our other two friends in that class. She then decided to text a whole bunch of our mutual friends that she had saw that. Now, you're probably thinking, "That's it? That all it was?". Nope. Sure wasn't. That actually didn't bother me at all. She did stuff like that sometimes, and I was already thinking of ways to lie and tell everyone I was really tired and didn't know what I was saying, yadda yadda. I don't like people to know who I like. So I was just like "Ugh" and was going to let it go.<br />
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Scene: Outside the US History classroom, waiting for the teacher to come back, right after lunch.<br />
We had been talking about other things (me, SH, and two other friends of ours). When she brought it up again. Then, she came up with the bright idea to post it on his PUBLIC FACEBOOK WALL. WHERE HE, AND ALL OF HIS/HER FRIENDS COULD SEE IT. If she had just decided to email it to him, that was a whole 'nother story. The main reason that I was angry at all, was just because she made it to where all of his Facebook friends, and her Facebook friends (since she had posted it, her friends could see it, as I'm sure you know) could see it. Most likely, people that would spread it around the whole school. I was so angry at her that, looking back, I may have overreacted a LITTLE. I uphold that I was allowed to be angry at this because, like I said, it would have been an entirely different story if she had just emailed it to him, where just he would see it. We went back to normal after that, mostly.<br />
After school that day, something had happened to fuel my anger again (this was 5 months ago, I don't remember every detail). I was at auditions for a theater show. I texted her again, full of anger. (Now, I'll admit, me texting her here may have made the whole fight worse. <b>BUT</b>. She does something in a bit that is waaaaaaay worse than this. You'll see.) We get in an argument, and it ends with her insulting me, telling me that nobody really likes me, and other rude things like that. She told me to leave her alone, but I refused to let her have the last word since she started the entire situation, so I texted back "Fine" and that was it. I was crying and was being comforted by my amazing theater family. I went home and forgot about it.<br />
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Scene: Next day, second block, Spanish class<br />
SH and I hadn't spoken since the afternoon before, when she insulted me, which was odd for us. I had been letting our mutual friends know what happened so they would understand why there would be tension between us. Suddenly, I start getting texts from a number I've never seen. I can only assume that SH sent her on me to hurt me. The mystery texter states her name, that she is a friend of SH's, and then starts her assault. She says, that I am a bitch, that I start shit, than I'm just trying to make things worse for SH and should stay out of her business, that I am send all of our friends to ruin her life, that nobody really likes me, among other things. She also says that when she used to go to my school, that I was a bitch to her and started all sorts of drama. This claim is hilarious, because I had NO idea who this person was, what she looked like, anything. And I also try my very best to stay out of drama. About half these insults are in the first texts she sends, and I reply by saying that I do none of these things, that I am none of these things, and for her to please stop texting me because I have no idea who she is. She basically tells me whatever, sends the other insults, and I reply again by asking her to please stop texting me because I don't know who she is. She then stops her texting assault of me.<br />
I have a minor panic attack problem that has never been diagnosed, but every once in a while I will get them. I start getting one now. I finally get my Spanish teacher to let me go to the nurse, because I'm crying, can barely breathe, feel like I'm going to throw up, and almost fall over whenever I try to stand. On my way down to the nurse, which takes me a while because I'm trying not to fall, I run through my options.<br />
By what SH has told me, I know she is (at least by her claims) the type of person to ruin my family's house (by egging, TPing, tagging, etc) or cars (keying, etc), or the type to send people after me to further textually assault me, or beat me up. I knew that she wouldn't stop this unless I brought in an adult/my mother (my mother is reeeeeally scary, and SH knew that because she'd spent the night at my house many times before). I also wasn't ready to take the chance on bagging on that she was most likely lying. So I tell my mother. My mother gets her phone number from me, and tells her to just stop it. She didn't insult or threaten her, just told her to stop giving outside people my phone number, that this argument was between us. I went back to class.<br />
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Scene: Week or two later, Spanish class again<br />
I'm called out of class to go speak to the assistant principal for my grade. Basically what happened is, SH's mother didn't like that my mother had texted her "precious" daughter (her mother seriously, like, worships SH) and informed the principal, me and SH were called in separately (I don't know which one of us was first, she just told me that she'd be seeing both of us separately) to tell our sides of the story. I told mine basically as I have told it here, but probably with more finite details because had only been a week or two earlier that it had happened.<br />
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We haven't spoken since.<br />
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I decided to write this here because I have taken to stalking her Facebook (her life is a lot worse than mine usually, and I like to look at the posts and laugh at her and say "That's karma, bitch!") and I decided to go back to the days of our argument. She called me "sad" because "I called in my mommy to fight my battle". As I explained above, I called in my mother because I knew her well enough to know that if I tried to fight it myself, it'd probably just get worse, and she'd harm me, my house, or my family's cars, and I didn't want to put my family through that. I am usually one to fight my own battle, I just didn't want it to escalate further.<br />
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It's just been all over my mind lately. I've gotten so angry about it because SHE is the one who first brought in someone else to fight HER battle, yet she's going to call ME sad for calling in my mother? SHE had some bitch I don't even know insult me, and yet she's going to call ME a baby? Ugh.<br />
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Okay, I've taken up enough of your time by this really long post, so I'll head out for now.<br />
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I feel better writing the whole thing/my feelings down here. Thanks for reading. Go ahead and comment if you want how you would have handled the situation! Keep in mind though: I was so freaked at the time that my best friend in the entire world had turned on me, so I probably could have handled some things better. Please don't insult how I did it.<br />
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Okay, that's all!<br />
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See you Monday,<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-82706194730815488352012-07-30T20:13:00.000-07:002012-07-30T20:13:54.931-07:00AckAAAAND I just realized it's Monday...and 10pm...I'M AMAZING AT REMEMBERING.<br />
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I've decided I'm tired today, and don't really have anything to talk about. I DO, however, know what I'm going to talk about on Thursday...<br />
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WHY I DON'T HAVE A GIRL BEST FRIEND ANYMORE.<br />
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Yeah. It's an action packed love story...<br />
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Okay...well...not really.<br />
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Just kinda drama-y and stupid. But it still makes me upset and was an important part of my last few months of sophomore year. So...yeah. That's what I'm talking about on Thursday.<br />
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Here is a happy pop-tart cat flying through space farting rainbows to make up for the lack of real post substance today. Enjoy!<br />
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See you Thursday!<br />
Miss Mleiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-79115765858084483162012-07-26T16:27:00.000-07:002012-07-26T16:28:23.492-07:00Ohhhhhhh Bugger....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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See you Monday!<br />
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<br />leiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-18841415772327205372012-07-23T14:50:00.002-07:002012-07-23T14:50:36.855-07:00SleepoversHi! It's MONDAY!<br />
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Wait, why am I acting happy about this? I hate Mondays.<br />
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Well, anyways. Yesterday was my mommy's birthday. She turned 43.<br />
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And, now to MY news.<br />
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On Saturday afternoon, I drove myself (Well...with my parents in the car. Permit, you know) over to my friend FirePenguinDiscoPanda's (Okay...that's really hard to type. She will hereafter, and in all subsequent blog posts, be known as FPDP) house. Her parents will still working when I got there, so we just sat on her couch in the rec room and talked about random shit. After her parents got home, we decided to make sims of ourselves and we did. However, the computer fucked up and we had to start watching Netflix instead. We watched lots of TV shows and movies, complained about guys (and how each of us thinks a guy friend of ours likes us, but are too dumbassed to do anything about it), and talked about drama in our lives. We had waffles at 1:30 in the morning, then we fell asleep until around 10:45am. She got on the computer to mess with the sims again, and I was watching shows on Netflix. We talked while this was going on. Then my mom came to get me and we went out to lunch, and didn't do anything else for the rest of the day.<br />
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That was my first sleepover since March, when my (now ex) best friend decided to make a decision that appalled me (maybe I'll talk about that on Thursday...hmmm...). But yeah. It was fun.<br />
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HEY! FPDP! Invite me over again soon! Lol. We can invite Leppie too!<br />
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See you Thursday!<br />Miss M<br />
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P.S.: Hey....FPDP...Leppie is our mutual friend with the blonde hair and same birthday as me. Get it? March 17-Leprecaun-Leppie! Kay, thanks, bye! :)leiaamidalahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14591658440870457414noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037472910003793365.post-57667083346917394532012-07-19T18:57:00.000-07:002012-07-19T18:57:49.842-07:00Well...Fucknuts.I don't have anything to talk about today. Seriously. I mean, well, a guy tried to buy a SINGLE BEER at the Walmart today. He looked kinda drunk already.<br />
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FUCK. I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY.<br />
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So, here's a funny video instead:<br />
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See you Monday, where I will actually have something to talk about (me and FirePenguinDiscoPanda's upcoming sleepover on Saturday!)<br />
<br />Byeas!<br />
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