These aren't in order btw
-Looking for Alaska: I don't understand why everyone loves the "Fault in our Stars" so much, it was pretty good but not amazing. This book is clearly John Green's best book. The characters were a little pretentious and talked in a way that teenagers don't talk like but whatever! The setting was so realistic and the experiences they had were so entertaining, especially the blowjob scene (which was my favorite). I found the main character kind of boring but Alaska, the girl, was pretty interesting. And if you have read both of these books by John Green, I also found it interesting how in "Fault in our Stars" Augustus Waters pretended to smoke cigarettes as a metaphor for not dying while in the book, Alaska smoked cigarettes in order to die faster.
-The Kite Runner: I just finished this book and it was homework for AP English 12. Mr. Child assigned it and I haven't heard the best things about him but he sure does have good taste in books! It was set in the Middle East which was a change from the usual Caucasian main character. It was pretty disturbing but in a good way. I expected it to be horrible since most books for school are but I'm impressed.
-Battle Royale: This was written before the hunger games, and basically has the same idea. Except that it's way better than the hunger games because it's way more realistic and its also a satire of the Japanese government which I found really entertaining. Most of the book is pretty interesting but the end really blew my mind. I usually expect endings or they aren't very surprising but I wasn't expecting this ending at all. And it didn't have a really bad love story like the hunger games, another plus.
-My Sister, My love: Joyce Carol Oates was an author that Mrs. Delliot recommended to me and I've read a lot of her books ever since. This book was super-super disturbing, like even more so than the Kite Runner. There was this one scene when the little boy (the main character) goes over to his friends house and the friend puts on porn that's a whole naked family doing "stuff" and there's other weird stuff like this that happens. And it gives a pessimistic view of rich people and everyone was really weird and their thoughts and actions didn't make sense.
-Harry Potter: Everyone has read these (well actually I'm dating someone who hasn't read these, what an abomination. I should really dump him for not reading Harry Potter). So I don't really have to provide an explanation
You guys should give me some recommendations for books to read since I'll be really bored in China this summer!
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Thursday, July 3, 2014
Sunday, June 15, 2014
A- What I see as one of the biggest problems
The US has the 33rd highest suicide rate. Though there are countries with higher suicide rates with their own problems, the US probably has separate problems from those problems.
A few weeks ago I was in physics and Mrs. E asked us why we thought people would kill themselves. Depression? Yes. But depression is a mental illness that theoretically, would appear the same amount in countries but the numbers are drastically different according to location.
When I got my PSAT scores back, I was very satisfied and happy about them. I saw that I had done better than the average person and that was where my happiness came from, as there was no other numbers that meant anything. After a little while, I noticed that this was a weird kind of happiness. It was not the kind you got after a nice day spent with friends, or after reading a book you really liked. It was this selfish, sanctimonious kind of happiness. It was the kind of happiness I get on really rare occasions when I step into a room and I'm the most attractive person in it. My intelligence-genes in a reaaally narrow area were better than other peoples! Yippee!! But this kind of fades really fast, when suddenly the moment of achievement passes and you realize that you are still not the best, that you could still be better. That there are still a number people who did better than you and now that you have come this far you must also be better than them. And you may have gotten a good GPA but it wasn't the best and you could always do better. better. better. better. better. better. better. better. But what if I had gotten my score back, and it said: You have done better than 1% of juniors. Even if it had said: You have done better than 30% of juniors. 49% of the population will have received news that they are technically dumber than the average person.
And when I open a magazine I see that there are incredibly beautiful people out there. And at school there are stunningly gorgeous people that everyone seems to worship. And everyone's saying they want to be a doctor because- it sounds sexy! Doesn't the thought of being a doctor just make you feel like you are so much more of a worthwhile human-being than say, a janitor?
And one time I was with an unnamed person and they said, "You would like to think that all people were born with an equal amount of assets. As in, if someone were really smart they wouldn't be that great looking and if someone were really great looking they wouldn't be that smart." But then they said, "It's not that way. I feel that I have more going for me than most people." And it is assumed that is enough to make a person happy, being on the higher end of the genetic pool. But I know for sure that this person is incredibly unhappy. And I know that Ryan and Nora had a lot going for them too so this must not be it.
All my life, I have noticed that it has been stressed that what I want, what I need, is to be the best. My mom is always saying, be a CEO, be a manager, be a SEXY doctor, you could be the best. But not everyone can be the best! The whole school system is based on being better than others, and if someone did bad from the beginning they have been told their whole life that they are STUPID. I am not hoping for a socialist/Utopian society where everyone is "equal", I am just saying that there should not be so many measures for how good you are based on really superficial things.
I know that I have small boobs (as I've been repeatedly told by certain people with orange hair over the years) and that I am incredibly lacking in common sense but I'll be the first to say that's okay! I know that I will still be influenced by these artificial ladders of intelligence and looks- and that I am rather expectant about my SAT scores but I hope they will never matter too much to me.
And I think that if America put more focus on people living out what they are good at and to just try their best or (probably something better than those motto's) that people wouldn't feel so bad about themselves.
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A few weeks ago I was in physics and Mrs. E asked us why we thought people would kill themselves. Depression? Yes. But depression is a mental illness that theoretically, would appear the same amount in countries but the numbers are drastically different according to location.
When I got my PSAT scores back, I was very satisfied and happy about them. I saw that I had done better than the average person and that was where my happiness came from, as there was no other numbers that meant anything. After a little while, I noticed that this was a weird kind of happiness. It was not the kind you got after a nice day spent with friends, or after reading a book you really liked. It was this selfish, sanctimonious kind of happiness. It was the kind of happiness I get on really rare occasions when I step into a room and I'm the most attractive person in it. My intelligence-genes in a reaaally narrow area were better than other peoples! Yippee!! But this kind of fades really fast, when suddenly the moment of achievement passes and you realize that you are still not the best, that you could still be better. That there are still a number people who did better than you and now that you have come this far you must also be better than them. And you may have gotten a good GPA but it wasn't the best and you could always do better. better. better. better. better. better. better. better. But what if I had gotten my score back, and it said: You have done better than 1% of juniors. Even if it had said: You have done better than 30% of juniors. 49% of the population will have received news that they are technically dumber than the average person.
And when I open a magazine I see that there are incredibly beautiful people out there. And at school there are stunningly gorgeous people that everyone seems to worship. And everyone's saying they want to be a doctor because- it sounds sexy! Doesn't the thought of being a doctor just make you feel like you are so much more of a worthwhile human-being than say, a janitor?
And one time I was with an unnamed person and they said, "You would like to think that all people were born with an equal amount of assets. As in, if someone were really smart they wouldn't be that great looking and if someone were really great looking they wouldn't be that smart." But then they said, "It's not that way. I feel that I have more going for me than most people." And it is assumed that is enough to make a person happy, being on the higher end of the genetic pool. But I know for sure that this person is incredibly unhappy. And I know that Ryan and Nora had a lot going for them too so this must not be it.
All my life, I have noticed that it has been stressed that what I want, what I need, is to be the best. My mom is always saying, be a CEO, be a manager, be a SEXY doctor, you could be the best. But not everyone can be the best! The whole school system is based on being better than others, and if someone did bad from the beginning they have been told their whole life that they are STUPID. I am not hoping for a socialist/Utopian society where everyone is "equal", I am just saying that there should not be so many measures for how good you are based on really superficial things.
I know that I have small boobs (as I've been repeatedly told by certain people with orange hair over the years) and that I am incredibly lacking in common sense but I'll be the first to say that's okay! I know that I will still be influenced by these artificial ladders of intelligence and looks- and that I am rather expectant about my SAT scores but I hope they will never matter too much to me.
And I think that if America put more focus on people living out what they are good at and to just try their best or (probably something better than those motto's) that people wouldn't feel so bad about themselves.
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Tuesday, May 20, 2014
A- Wasted opportunities
Recently, I have seen a lot of open windows of opportunity that have been thoughtlessly passed by. It's such a waste to me when someone gets an opportunity to get something that I really want, but they don't take it or refuse it. One of my friends, Christy, heard that this really hot guy named Jus was going to ask her to prom. Thought he is extremely hot, she decided that she was afraid of black d**** and didn't really want to go with him :'( This is one of the biggest wasted opportunities I have ever seen.
Another person I know, who's name I won't name, didn't immediately take the offer of a really hot guy asking her to star bucks.
These chances will never come again! You'll probably never regret the things you did, but you will always regret the things you didn't do!
So this kind of interesting guy was going to ask me to prom, and I was talking to Aids and she said that if she were me, she would have said yes just to go and that I could have just hung out with her and her friends. I feel like prom would be really fun, but I don't want to go with him and I feel like I'd be using him just to go. But anyways, I feel like this is kind of a wasted opportunity even though I'm not going.
Another person I know, who's name I won't name, didn't immediately take the offer of a really hot guy asking her to star bucks.
These chances will never come again! You'll probably never regret the things you did, but you will always regret the things you didn't do!
So this kind of interesting guy was going to ask me to prom, and I was talking to Aids and she said that if she were me, she would have said yes just to go and that I could have just hung out with her and her friends. I feel like prom would be really fun, but I don't want to go with him and I feel like I'd be using him just to go. But anyways, I feel like this is kind of a wasted opportunity even though I'm not going.
A- In response to excessive organization
Before you read this, read E's post right before this one.
That made me laugh so hard! I must add to the list. Whenever I eat a tic tac from E's, she makes sure that one of us eats the light pink one and one of the dark pink one so there's an equal amount. And on the subject of candy, whenever E gets a new box of candy she has to sort the things into piles. Not to mention, her closet is organized in rainbow order. I know that after you pick on yourself, other people shouldn't pick on you but I couldn't help it.
That made me laugh so hard! I must add to the list. Whenever I eat a tic tac from E's, she makes sure that one of us eats the light pink one and one of the dark pink one so there's an equal amount. And on the subject of candy, whenever E gets a new box of candy she has to sort the things into piles. Not to mention, her closet is organized in rainbow order. I know that after you pick on yourself, other people shouldn't pick on you but I couldn't help it.
Monday, May 19, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
A-Hey y'all
I'm so happy that this blog is started up again! Looking at the past history, it seems that all of us stopped writing for long periods of time. It's so funny to see how dumb we were/are, and I just had the biggest flashback to 7th grade. Esee says that we have matured and stopped saying weird things, but don't forget, "oh bahh"
It would be really fun to have a possey reunion (spelled wrong on purpose)
Remember when we used to all eat together everyday and we had days in the middle and we had like a designated table? Now we all eat at different place AND different schools *stella*
I'll try really hard to post often!!
It would be really fun to have a possey reunion (spelled wrong on purpose)
Remember when we used to all eat together everyday and we had days in the middle and we had like a designated table? Now we all eat at different place AND different schools *stella*
I'll try really hard to post often!!
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
A and S - LONG TIME NO SEE!
A: LONG TIME NO SEE! Maybe the blog will come back. i hope it will. A lot has hapenned in the past year, I got a dog and now everyone's at Shorecrest!
Y: I am so HAPPY someone is posting besides me ever since, like, 2 years ago! WOW!!!!!!!!
i <3 baking
Y: I am so HAPPY someone is posting besides me ever since, like, 2 years ago! WOW!!!!!!!!
i <3 baking
Friday, June 11, 2010
A- Tomorrow
OMG I wonder what's gonna happen tomorrow at Esee's birth. I'll try hard not to ruin it! AND BELLE, PLEASE DON'T SAY ANYTHING!!! you know what I'm talking about...
Anyways, I've had Elise's present FOREVER and I can't wait to give it to her. I havent been on our blog very much becuz i dont have my computer nemore.
And also... I havent been on facebook. Sorry! I'm turning anti-technology. haha, just like last year. mrs. storms thought i was quiet, shy, and anti-technology. she was soooo WRONG.
Anyways, I've had Elise's present FOREVER and I can't wait to give it to her. I havent been on our blog very much becuz i dont have my computer nemore.
And also... I havent been on facebook. Sorry! I'm turning anti-technology. haha, just like last year. mrs. storms thought i was quiet, shy, and anti-technology. she was soooo WRONG.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
A-Esee's house
Right now, I'm at Esee's house, and I'm sleeping over. We long jumped a little more and we totally SUCKED. Maybe it's because we had bad circumstances. At first, I was jumping like five feet, and I wasn't really jumping, I was like, leaping. And usually I jump 11 or 12 feet! But in the end, I got to 8 feet. Haha, Esee did pretty good, her best was around 10 feet.
Esee is obsessed with this one game on my iPod. It's called Stand O' Food and personally, it's okay, but gets kind of boring after a while. She's concentrating really hard. SHE KEEPS SAYING, "HOLY SNAP!" It's so funny.
OMG Stella, this isn't that amazing... but when we were long jumping Esee's neighbor that she hates was playing basketball, lol. And she made me left hand promise not to say anything. Well, I wouldn't have said anything anyways! Okay... I might have. BUT I DIDN'T.
Elise is failing at the game on my iPod.
Esee is obsessed with this one game on my iPod. It's called Stand O' Food and personally, it's okay, but gets kind of boring after a while. She's concentrating really hard. SHE KEEPS SAYING, "HOLY SNAP!" It's so funny.
OMG Stella, this isn't that amazing... but when we were long jumping Esee's neighbor that she hates was playing basketball, lol. And she made me left hand promise not to say anything. Well, I wouldn't have said anything anyways! Okay... I might have. BUT I DIDN'T.
Elise is failing at the game on my iPod.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
A- Story
PLEASE EVERYONE, don't get really annoyed at me and saying I'm doing this wrong, but I'm going to write a story and not on the stories page because it is getting really crowded. If anything in this story offends you, please don't be offended because it is completely fiction.
FUTURE US
Characters:
And
Roxy
Stella
Esee
Belle
"I can't believe I'm turning 21 tonight," sighed Stella to no one in particular. So much had changed. Most of all, Stella had just gotten her first official boyfriend. But to her surprise, Roxy had not gone out with anyone, though some people had asked her. 'I'm not ready' she would always say.
The door burst open and Stella almost jumped out of her socks.
"HI," screamed And. And was still as energetic as in middle school, and STILL didn't knock before she entered. "Oh, sorry," And laughed. "I forgot to knock."
"Of course you did," Stella laughed. And was known for her horrible memory. Once, in 7th grade, Stella didn't want to give And her locker combination because if she wrote it down, And would lose it and some hobo would pick it up and open her locker. And if she just told And, And would forget the combination.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" And suddenly screeched.
"Thanks," Stella replied calmly. There was a knock on the door. When Stella saw a familiar face, she smiled.
"BELLE!" Stella grinned. Belle held out a present with outstretched hands.
"For you, and I have big news," Belle laughed. Stella wondered what the big news was, but respected Belle's privacy. Behind Belle, Roxy trailed in the room. The last one to arrive was Esee, but she wasn't late.
"Okay Belle, tell us your big news," ordered And.
"Oh," Belle's big smile faded to nervousness. "I just wanted to say... something's hapenning."
"What is it?" asked And.
"Don't laugh," Belle hissed at her friends. "But I'm getting married."
"MARRIED," And growled. "BUT YOU'VE ONLY BEEN GOING OUT WITH WESTO FINLEY FOR FIVE MONTH."
"Keep it down, please," Stella sighed. And didn't seem to hear her.
"I know, but I love him. And yesterday, he proposed. I just had to say yes," Belle giggled with dreamy eyes.
"What are you going to name your child?" asked Roxy.
"How about Esee," suggested Esee with dancing eyes.
"I will NEVER have a child," Belle growled. "I've made that clear, forever."
"We'll see," Stella replied. Stella couldn't imagine one of her best friends getting married, after all, they were all still so young. Stella thought that Belle should wait just a while longer to decide if she actually wanted to get married.
A few hours later, And brought out the wine. "DRINK SOME," she ordered Stella. Stella looked at the alcohol carefully.
"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG," the crowd cheered. Roxy, Esee, And, & Belle poured themselves a glass and drank it all. Unlike most kids, Stella's parents had never let her have little sips of wine when she was a kid, so she didn't know what wine actually tasted like.
Stella nervously took a sip, but then immedietely spat it out. "This is VILE," Stella hissed. "Why would anyone willingly drink this?"
"Because it makes you feel good," Esee said dreamily. Stella shook her head distastefully and went back to her fruit punch.
Roxy shuffled her beautiful brunette hair and walked through the mall like a goddess. All the guys looked at her, but she gave them a look that said "I'm un-dateable." She completely was.
When Roxy had turned 18 a few years ago, she'd suddenly gotten an urge to become less sporty and more VERY high fashion. Roxy wore expensive brand names finished off with great accessories.
Roxy was in a very long line at Nordstrom when she someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Do you happen to know, er, where the check-out line is?" a guy with blonde hair and greenish-gray eyes asked. On his face was a wonderful smile, and he was wearing a button up shirt with plaid shorts. Normally, plaid just didn't work on guys, but it did on this guy.
"This IS the check-out line," Roxy muttered. She didn't realize that the guy had asked her the question as an excuse to talk to her.
"Oh," the guy blushed. "I'm Ned," he grinned.
"I'm... Roxy," Roxy whispered. They shook hands, and Roxy had an opportunity to look into the guy's eyes.
Roxy and Ned talked for the rest of the time in the line.
"Next," the checkout lady muttered. Ned stepped to the counter. It didn't take him long to notice that he didn't have anything he was buying. "YES?" asked the checkout lady.
"I- forgot to get something to buy," Ned whispered stupidly.
Roxy giggled. Ned was so... dreamy.
"Would you like to have a quick lunch with me?" asked Ned, still blushing.
"YES," Roxy suddenly shouted. Her heart started to pound, what was she supposed to do or say? Roxy had never liked a guy this much before, but Ned was different.
*i will work on this story more later*
"So... have you ever though into the future a little more?" asked Westo. Belle looked at him in confusion. All she could do was twirl her blond hair into a spiral around her fingers.
"What do you mean?" she asked him.
"I'm not exactly sure. For now, we're just married. But after we're married... What are we going to name our children?" asked Westo.
"CHILDREN?" asked Belle. "We will ADOPT children," hissed Belle.
"But I've always wanted to be a father," Westo protested.
"You will be, to our ADOPTED children," Belle growled. Westo looked at her, not knowing what to say.
"You never- you never told me that. I would never have married you if I knew," West cried.
"Well, then you shouldn't have proposed," Belle sobbed. Tears flew off her eyes and soaked her hair.
FUTURE US
Characters:
And
Roxy
Stella
Esee
Belle
"I can't believe I'm turning 21 tonight," sighed Stella to no one in particular. So much had changed. Most of all, Stella had just gotten her first official boyfriend. But to her surprise, Roxy had not gone out with anyone, though some people had asked her. 'I'm not ready' she would always say.
The door burst open and Stella almost jumped out of her socks.
"HI," screamed And. And was still as energetic as in middle school, and STILL didn't knock before she entered. "Oh, sorry," And laughed. "I forgot to knock."
"Of course you did," Stella laughed. And was known for her horrible memory. Once, in 7th grade, Stella didn't want to give And her locker combination because if she wrote it down, And would lose it and some hobo would pick it up and open her locker. And if she just told And, And would forget the combination.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" And suddenly screeched.
"Thanks," Stella replied calmly. There was a knock on the door. When Stella saw a familiar face, she smiled.
"BELLE!" Stella grinned. Belle held out a present with outstretched hands.
"For you, and I have big news," Belle laughed. Stella wondered what the big news was, but respected Belle's privacy. Behind Belle, Roxy trailed in the room. The last one to arrive was Esee, but she wasn't late.
"Okay Belle, tell us your big news," ordered And.
"Oh," Belle's big smile faded to nervousness. "I just wanted to say... something's hapenning."
"What is it?" asked And.
"Don't laugh," Belle hissed at her friends. "But I'm getting married."
"MARRIED," And growled. "BUT YOU'VE ONLY BEEN GOING OUT WITH WESTO FINLEY FOR FIVE MONTH."
"Keep it down, please," Stella sighed. And didn't seem to hear her.
"I know, but I love him. And yesterday, he proposed. I just had to say yes," Belle giggled with dreamy eyes.
"What are you going to name your child?" asked Roxy.
"How about Esee," suggested Esee with dancing eyes.
"I will NEVER have a child," Belle growled. "I've made that clear, forever."
"We'll see," Stella replied. Stella couldn't imagine one of her best friends getting married, after all, they were all still so young. Stella thought that Belle should wait just a while longer to decide if she actually wanted to get married.
A few hours later, And brought out the wine. "DRINK SOME," she ordered Stella. Stella looked at the alcohol carefully.
"CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG, CHUG," the crowd cheered. Roxy, Esee, And, & Belle poured themselves a glass and drank it all. Unlike most kids, Stella's parents had never let her have little sips of wine when she was a kid, so she didn't know what wine actually tasted like.
Stella nervously took a sip, but then immedietely spat it out. "This is VILE," Stella hissed. "Why would anyone willingly drink this?"
"Because it makes you feel good," Esee said dreamily. Stella shook her head distastefully and went back to her fruit punch.
Roxy shuffled her beautiful brunette hair and walked through the mall like a goddess. All the guys looked at her, but she gave them a look that said "I'm un-dateable." She completely was.
When Roxy had turned 18 a few years ago, she'd suddenly gotten an urge to become less sporty and more VERY high fashion. Roxy wore expensive brand names finished off with great accessories.
Roxy was in a very long line at Nordstrom when she someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Do you happen to know, er, where the check-out line is?" a guy with blonde hair and greenish-gray eyes asked. On his face was a wonderful smile, and he was wearing a button up shirt with plaid shorts. Normally, plaid just didn't work on guys, but it did on this guy.
"This IS the check-out line," Roxy muttered. She didn't realize that the guy had asked her the question as an excuse to talk to her.
"Oh," the guy blushed. "I'm Ned," he grinned.
"I'm... Roxy," Roxy whispered. They shook hands, and Roxy had an opportunity to look into the guy's eyes.
Roxy and Ned talked for the rest of the time in the line.
"Next," the checkout lady muttered. Ned stepped to the counter. It didn't take him long to notice that he didn't have anything he was buying. "YES?" asked the checkout lady.
"I- forgot to get something to buy," Ned whispered stupidly.
Roxy giggled. Ned was so... dreamy.
"Would you like to have a quick lunch with me?" asked Ned, still blushing.
"YES," Roxy suddenly shouted. Her heart started to pound, what was she supposed to do or say? Roxy had never liked a guy this much before, but Ned was different.
*i will work on this story more later*
"So... have you ever though into the future a little more?" asked Westo. Belle looked at him in confusion. All she could do was twirl her blond hair into a spiral around her fingers.
"What do you mean?" she asked him.
"I'm not exactly sure. For now, we're just married. But after we're married... What are we going to name our children?" asked Westo.
"CHILDREN?" asked Belle. "We will ADOPT children," hissed Belle.
"But I've always wanted to be a father," Westo protested.
"You will be, to our ADOPTED children," Belle growled. Westo looked at her, not knowing what to say.
"You never- you never told me that. I would never have married you if I knew," West cried.
"Well, then you shouldn't have proposed," Belle sobbed. Tears flew off her eyes and soaked her hair.
A- Today
Today, I got up very late and went to home depot and costco. It was very boring, so I begged my parents to take me to Paws and look at kittens. When we got there, there WERE NO kittens, just cats. One cat bit me, and it kind of hurt but then the person put this weird stuff on it.
My mom was looking through the window of a hair salon, and she was like, "i wanna become a hair cutting person. My friend makes 100,000 dollars a year" or something, but I doubt my mom will get to that. Then we went inside, and getting bangs was free, so I "got bangs." AND THE PERSON TOOK LIKE 10 MINUTES TO CUT 2 STRANDS OF HAIR. I can't even see the difference. Like, at all. At least it was free, but my mom tipped the person a dollar.
On facebook, I joined like 50 things you could "like". I was really bored, and no one good was online to chat with.
My parents are working on our garden. They got a ton of new stuff, so much stuff that we could barely fit in the car.
Here are things on my mind right now. They're almost like things that you can "LIKE" on facebook, so if you agree with them, please comment and say like.
-When a fat person says, "Why don't you just eat more?" I want to say, "Why don't you just eat LESS."
-I hate it when everyone else is super obsessed with something that I don't have, and it's all they can do/talk about.
-I hate those moments with my friends when neither of us know what to say.
-That feeling you get after you take a test that you KNOW you aced it.
-That horrible feeling you get after getting in trouble.
-That feeling you get when you know you failed a test, and it's all you can think about.
-Those days when everything goes wrong.
-The way you desperately wish you hadn't done/said something when the other person gets really mad at you and starts crying.
-Why do I always seem to regret the choices I make?
-When it was happening, I had to say that, but now that I think about it, I really wish I hadn't said that.
-That one person who really annoys you for no particular reason that you can't help but be mean to. (cough cough "One particular person with orange hair* cough cough)
-I hate it when a teacher gets mad at me for something the person next to me was doing as well.
-When you just can't think of anything else to write about because you've already wrote about all the good ideas.
My mom was looking through the window of a hair salon, and she was like, "i wanna become a hair cutting person. My friend makes 100,000 dollars a year" or something, but I doubt my mom will get to that. Then we went inside, and getting bangs was free, so I "got bangs." AND THE PERSON TOOK LIKE 10 MINUTES TO CUT 2 STRANDS OF HAIR. I can't even see the difference. Like, at all. At least it was free, but my mom tipped the person a dollar.
On facebook, I joined like 50 things you could "like". I was really bored, and no one good was online to chat with.
My parents are working on our garden. They got a ton of new stuff, so much stuff that we could barely fit in the car.
Here are things on my mind right now. They're almost like things that you can "LIKE" on facebook, so if you agree with them, please comment and say like.
-When a fat person says, "Why don't you just eat more?" I want to say, "Why don't you just eat LESS."
-I hate it when everyone else is super obsessed with something that I don't have, and it's all they can do/talk about.
-I hate those moments with my friends when neither of us know what to say.
-That feeling you get after you take a test that you KNOW you aced it.
-That horrible feeling you get after getting in trouble.
-That feeling you get when you know you failed a test, and it's all you can think about.
-Those days when everything goes wrong.
-The way you desperately wish you hadn't done/said something when the other person gets really mad at you and starts crying.
-Why do I always seem to regret the choices I make?
-When it was happening, I had to say that, but now that I think about it, I really wish I hadn't said that.
-That one person who really annoys you for no particular reason that you can't help but be mean to. (cough cough "One particular person with orange hair* cough cough)
-I hate it when a teacher gets mad at me for something the person next to me was doing as well.
-When you just can't think of anything else to write about because you've already wrote about all the good ideas.
Friday, June 4, 2010
A- I've just found out :(
I've just found out that Mr. Antler isn't teaching honors history next year. Mr. Courtney is teaching honors history next year and Mr. Antler says he hates me. But I don't believe him.
Also, I can't go to the track party because I quit track.
Everyone always laughs at me. I wish I hadn't made it to prelims because then I never would have quit. :(
ALSO, I'm sad.
I'm in English, and I've noticed that this blog is getting kind of boring, but I'm not going to stop posting yet.
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BIG NOTICE: I actually want to know what people think I would look like in side bangs, so please don't vote more than once.
Im sorry that this post is so short, but I had to get this message across
Also, I can't go to the track party because I quit track.
Everyone always laughs at me. I wish I hadn't made it to prelims because then I never would have quit. :(
ALSO, I'm sad.
I'm in English, and I've noticed that this blog is getting kind of boring, but I'm not going to stop posting yet.
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BIG NOTICE: I actually want to know what people think I would look like in side bangs, so please don't vote more than once.
Im sorry that this post is so short, but I had to get this message across
Thursday, June 3, 2010
A- This blog is getting us into a lot of disagreements
A lot of the disagreements, it seems like I have kind of started.
-First, there was the facebook disagreement.
-Next, Esee though our posts were to short and sometimes boring and pointless which offended me
-This was kind of a disagreement, but the thing about deleting the polls (but not really)
-Next, there was the disagreement about how I always dissed Esee
-Next, there was the disagreement about how I always talked about Stella in my posts and that marriage thing (which I didn't mean in a bad way.)
It's better to call them disagreements than fights, and I've learned to think about what I type before I post.
this is stella talking: the reason why And has so many more posts than me is because i deleted a bunch off mine. i don't care who has more anymore. i deleted all the pointless ones.
-First, there was the facebook disagreement.
-Next, Esee though our posts were to short and sometimes boring and pointless which offended me
-This was kind of a disagreement, but the thing about deleting the polls (but not really)
-Next, there was the disagreement about how I always dissed Esee
-Next, there was the disagreement about how I always talked about Stella in my posts and that marriage thing (which I didn't mean in a bad way.)
It's better to call them disagreements than fights, and I've learned to think about what I type before I post.
this is stella talking: the reason why And has so many more posts than me is because i deleted a bunch off mine. i don't care who has more anymore. i deleted all the pointless ones.
A- I'm sry that I've offended so many people
Today, I've posted a lot of things on this blog that offended people (Esee and Stella.) I changed them/deleted them so that they were not offensive.
So don't be mad at me because I didn't mean for them to be mean or anything.
Oh... and I didn't know that Ivy League was a type of college, whoops.
Good thing we didn't post our URL on facebook because then people would see all the things we've posted and some are a bit... personal, I guess. So I understand (ACTUALLY!) how Esee doesn't want our blog URL to be on face book.
So don't be mad at me because I didn't mean for them to be mean or anything.
Oh... and I didn't know that Ivy League was a type of college, whoops.
Good thing we didn't post our URL on facebook because then people would see all the things we've posted and some are a bit... personal, I guess. So I understand (ACTUALLY!) how Esee doesn't want our blog URL to be on face book.
A- Very funny joke! (kind of)
This is a joke that Rose told me, but you might not get it. I'm going to change it a little.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
etc. haha get it?
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
"Stella and Repeat were on a boat, Stella jumped of the boat, who was left on the boat?" And asked.
"Repeat," Esee muttered.
etc. haha get it?
A-Wow
It's hard to imagine that we'll be adults some day. I don't really want to be, being a kid is a lot of fun.
I can't imagine any of us getting married. It seems really weird
Anyways, that won't happen for a long time.
In the future, this blog will probably end up getting really boring. That's what always happens. When I'm overly obsessed with something, it never really lasts. But it'll last at least another month or so.
It kind of seems like Esee and Stella are always on at the same time. There's a constant cycle of what happens.
So after school, I post a few things, and then go off. Like, an hour later, Esee and Stella go on at the same time. Then Esee calls me to say something related to our blog and then "has to go." I go on like another hour later, and I post a few things. Then Esee and Stella go on at the same time. Then Esee calls me to say something related to our blog and then "has to go." That's what happened today, at least.
I can't imagine any of us getting married. It seems really weird
Anyways, that won't happen for a long time.
In the future, this blog will probably end up getting really boring. That's what always happens. When I'm overly obsessed with something, it never really lasts. But it'll last at least another month or so.
It kind of seems like Esee and Stella are always on at the same time. There's a constant cycle of what happens.
So after school, I post a few things, and then go off. Like, an hour later, Esee and Stella go on at the same time. Then Esee calls me to say something related to our blog and then "has to go." I go on like another hour later, and I post a few things. Then Esee and Stella go on at the same time. Then Esee calls me to say something related to our blog and then "has to go." That's what happened today, at least.
A- College
Sorry, Stella, for copying your idea on what different stages of life will be like. Here's a situation that I imagine we'll all be in, starting from graduation day.
"WE'VE ALL GRADUATED!" Stella screamed. "I'm going to apply for an Ivy League college."
"IVY LEAGUE?" And hissed. "I'm going to the University of Washington."
"You guys are ALREADY thinking about college?" Esee laughed, "We're way to young." (Okay, so that's what Esee says now, but maybe it'll still be like that when we graduate from high school, haha)
"But we're GRADUATING," Stella remarked.
"I'll decide during the summer," Esee said. Stella and And rolled their eyes.
And then college...
OMG OMG OMG I'M FREAKING OUT. I'M AN ADULT NOW AND I HAVE TO GET GOOD GRADES AND DO GOOD IN COLLEGE SO I CAN GET A JOB AND HAVE A LIFE AND DO GOOD AND STUFF. OMG I GOT A B, OH NO, THIS MATTERS EVEN MORE THAN HIGH SCHOOL!
Yeah, college sounds REALLY scary.
"WE'VE ALL GRADUATED!" Stella screamed. "I'm going to apply for an Ivy League college."
"IVY LEAGUE?" And hissed. "I'm going to the University of Washington."
"You guys are ALREADY thinking about college?" Esee laughed, "We're way to young." (Okay, so that's what Esee says now, but maybe it'll still be like that when we graduate from high school, haha)
"But we're GRADUATING," Stella remarked.
"I'll decide during the summer," Esee said. Stella and And rolled their eyes.
And then college...
OMG OMG OMG I'M FREAKING OUT. I'M AN ADULT NOW AND I HAVE TO GET GOOD GRADES AND DO GOOD IN COLLEGE SO I CAN GET A JOB AND HAVE A LIFE AND DO GOOD AND STUFF. OMG I GOT A B, OH NO, THIS MATTERS EVEN MORE THAN HIGH SCHOOL!
Yeah, college sounds REALLY scary.
A- Evolution
"According to the dic-"And said.
"Tionary," Stella finished.
"The definition of the word blog is: "A Web site on which an individual or group of users produces an ongoing narrative," And finished.
The type of posts we've had since the start of this blog to... now, has changed a lot. Before, when Stella and Esee were only posting once a day, the posts were about what happened that day.
When everyone started obsessively posting, we ran out of talking about what we'd done. We had to write about something new. And it still had to be interesting. This was a hard task.
First, lists were a fun thing to do. Then, (in my case) I ran out of things to make lists for. So I've started to tackle subjects in general (haha very wordy, rhymes with nerdy). LIKE GUM! And then Stella did Elementary, middle, and high school! :)
So I need a subject now.
"Tionary," Stella finished.
"The definition of the word blog is: "A Web site on which an individual or group of users produces an ongoing narrative," And finished.
The type of posts we've had since the start of this blog to... now, has changed a lot. Before, when Stella and Esee were only posting once a day, the posts were about what happened that day.
When everyone started obsessively posting, we ran out of talking about what we'd done. We had to write about something new. And it still had to be interesting. This was a hard task.
First, lists were a fun thing to do. Then, (in my case) I ran out of things to make lists for. So I've started to tackle subjects in general (haha very wordy, rhymes with nerdy). LIKE GUM! And then Stella did Elementary, middle, and high school! :)
So I need a subject now.
A- OH STELLA, IT'S ON!
So, you mentioned there being a competition. I accept, haha.
I have started to not watch TV very much anymore because I'm constantly on this blog, trying to post more than Stella, haha.
Esee says that Stella will probably win. Well, that's probably true. But I'm still going to try, I don't give up THAT easily. (THAT?!!! haha)
In team tutorial, Roxy probably won't be able to post anything because she's to busy reading all our posts, LOL.
We've gone from 5 posts a day (which was YESTERDAY) to like 15 posts a day. OMG! This blog thing was such a good idea!
I'm totally obsessing over it!! WAHOOOOOOOO! I feel kind of crazy right now btw. :\\\\\\
I have started to not watch TV very much anymore because I'm constantly on this blog, trying to post more than Stella, haha.
Esee says that Stella will probably win. Well, that's probably true. But I'm still going to try, I don't give up THAT easily. (THAT?!!! haha)
In team tutorial, Roxy probably won't be able to post anything because she's to busy reading all our posts, LOL.
We've gone from 5 posts a day (which was YESTERDAY) to like 15 posts a day. OMG! This blog thing was such a good idea!
I'm totally obsessing over it!! WAHOOOOOOOO! I feel kind of crazy right now btw. :\\\\\\
A- change
Can we change the appearance of our blog? It's really pretty but getting boring, I just can't live with the same thing forever.
I think we should switch the colors around, maybe a different layout or something and a few new features. If you agree with my idea, please say "like", if you don't, just say "not in agreement" and don't yell at me. haha
I hope this little idea doesn't turn into an argument like the face book one did. Well, it was kind of argument, maybe a disagreement. Anyways, some members of the blog were not happy at each other.
I think we should switch the colors around, maybe a different layout or something and a few new features. If you agree with my idea, please say "like", if you don't, just say "not in agreement" and don't yell at me. haha
I hope this little idea doesn't turn into an argument like the face book one did. Well, it was kind of argument, maybe a disagreement. Anyways, some members of the blog were not happy at each other.
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