Hi. 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!
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.
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!
Okay. I have to start getting ready for bed. See you next weekend!
Song of the day: Carol of the Bells by William Joseph. Yes, I'm listening to christmas music in August. Fuck you.
Book of the day: Uglies by Scott Westerfeld
Miss M
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Postponement
I'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.
Artist of the day: Ed Sheeran. I fell in love with him today.
Book of the day: "To Kill a Mockingbird". Fuck you, I like that book!
See you Tuesday!
Miss M
Artist of the day: Ed Sheeran. I fell in love with him today.
Book of the day: "To Kill a Mockingbird". Fuck you, I like that book!
See you Tuesday!
Miss M
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Vacation Adventures, Career Centers, and a Demon in Indiana
Okay, the things I listed in the title will not be in that order. But this is a blog of three parts.
PART ONE: Michigan!
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!
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.
PART TWO: A demon in Indiana
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.
WHAT DID WE DO TO INDIANA TO GET ALL THIS TROUBLE?! We have no idea!
Finally,
PART THREE: Career Centers
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.
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.
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)
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.
See you Monday!.
Miss M
PART ONE: Michigan!
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!
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.
PART TWO: A demon in Indiana
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.
WHAT DID WE DO TO INDIANA TO GET ALL THIS TROUBLE?! We have no idea!
Finally,
PART THREE: Career Centers
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.
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.
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)
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.
See you Monday!.
Miss M
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Breakin' 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.
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.
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.
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.
So, yesterday was just COMPLETELY. FUCKED. UP. 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!!
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.
Book of the day: "Divergent" by Veronica Roth
Song of the day: "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" by Eric Idle
See you tomorrow!
Miss M
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.
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.
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.
So, yesterday was just COMPLETELY. FUCKED. UP. 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!!
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.
Book of the day: "Divergent" by Veronica Roth
Song of the day: "Always Look on the Bright Side of Life" by Eric Idle
See you tomorrow!
Miss M
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Vacation!
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!
See you Monday..IN MICHIGAN!
Miss M
PS:
Song of the day: "Somebody That I Used to Know" cover by Walk off the Earth
Author of the day: Suzanne Collins. Yep. HUNGER GAAAAAAAAAAMES!
So, we were supposed to be there from Saturday to Saturday (a week) and stay with our friends that live up there, but then something happened. My other school (the career center) sent us a letter where we learned that they didn't run on the same schedule as my home school. I start normal school on the 21st, but they start on the 16th. And also, apparently, they will have school sometimes and my home school won't, or my home school will have school sometimes and they won't. Doesn't matter who has school or who doesn't, I'll have to go wherever does. The good thing, though, is when the career center has school and my home school doesn't, I get to sleep in, and when my home school has school but the career center doesn't, I get to go home real early. So that's nice.
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.
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.
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:
Yup. I'm awesome.
Now, to return packing my car entertainment, and re-check my clothes!
See you Monday..IN MICHIGAN!
Miss M
PS:
Song of the day: "Somebody That I Used to Know" cover by Walk off the Earth
Author of the day: Suzanne Collins. Yep. HUNGER GAAAAAAAAAAMES!
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Holy Shit a Wednesday Post
Hi! 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.
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.
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!
Song of the day: "Sexually Attracted to Myself" by Reader's Wives
Book of the day: "The Host" by Stephenie Meyer. Yeah, I know. She wrote "Twilight". But this book is better...seriously.
See you tomorrow! (Maybe. I will be packing, you know. So it'll either be late, or it'll be posted early Friday.)
Miss M
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.
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!
Song of the day: "Sexually Attracted to Myself" by Reader's Wives
Book of the day: "The Host" by Stephenie Meyer. Yeah, I know. She wrote "Twilight". But this book is better...seriously.
See you tomorrow! (Maybe. I will be packing, you know. So it'll either be late, or it'll be posted early Friday.)
Miss M
Monday, August 6, 2012
Fun Weekends
So 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).
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)
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.
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.
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.
We were at the zoo for like, 4 hours and I walked a fuck ton. I'm so tired. My body hurts so bad.
OH YEAH. I HAVE A STORY FROM TODAY TOO.
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.
Okay, ending the long post because my hands are starting to hurt from typing so much.
See you Thursday!
Miss M
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!
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.
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.
PPPS: Here's the first two.
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".
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.
Okay, I'm really leaving this time.
Byeeee!
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)
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.
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.
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.
We were at the zoo for like, 4 hours and I walked a fuck ton. I'm so tired. My body hurts so bad.
OH YEAH. I HAVE A STORY FROM TODAY TOO.
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.
Okay, ending the long post because my hands are starting to hurt from typing so much.
See you Thursday!
Miss M
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!
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.
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.
PPPS: Here's the first two.
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".
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.
Okay, I'm really leaving this time.
Byeeee!
Thursday, August 2, 2012
My Lack of Female BFF
Well, 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.
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.
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.
Scene: Third block, US History, about 15 minutes before lunch.
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.
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.
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.
Scene: Outside the US History classroom, waiting for the teacher to come back, right after lunch.
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.
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. BUT. 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.
Scene: Next day, second block, Spanish class
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.
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.
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.
Scene: Week or two later, Spanish class again
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.
We haven't spoken since.
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.
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.
Okay, I've taken up enough of your time by this really long post, so I'll head out for now.
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.
Okay, that's all!
See you Monday,
Miss M
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.
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.
Scene: Third block, US History, about 15 minutes before lunch.
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.
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.
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.
Scene: Outside the US History classroom, waiting for the teacher to come back, right after lunch.
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.
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. BUT. 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.
Scene: Next day, second block, Spanish class
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.
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.
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.
Scene: Week or two later, Spanish class again
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.
We haven't spoken since.
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.
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.
Okay, I've taken up enough of your time by this really long post, so I'll head out for now.
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.
Okay, that's all!
See you Monday,
Miss M
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