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Oh the joys of high school. Homecoming. So they say that every year the freshman float sucks and that they always come in last. Except for one year the freshmen won. And there was this huge uproar cause the seniors win every year. But that was only once. Every other year the freshmen lose.

Except we do it anyway! Cause we're told "this is the year we could beat the seniors it's been done before" even though it's probably a total lie. We don't seem to care. It's a lot of work though. Our class reps put an enormous amount of time into it. I am really glad I didn't go for a position.

I went to the meeting today and suffered through the annoying comments of the people in my grade that I hate and tried to input some intelligent ideas because I really do want to have fun doing this. It's just all the people that come and don't do anything. Don't those kinds of people bother you?

Because they bother me. They come and then they sit down and whip out their iPhones and then they whisper to each other and giggle rudely while our vice prez is talking. The thing is you know they're probably saying derogatory comments about all the "losers" that decided to show up and also backstabbing each other in the process. And we know I'm talking about the girls. Boys are different because they come and they don't even whisper. They just laugh about dumb things and make no effort to hide it. But both the boys and the girls do nothing. I despise them all.

That was my ranting for the day. Cheerio.

i am so darn cool

Me. In my awesome astronaut/escaped convict/whale watching suit. I am so darn cool. I'm too tired to write anything else.

Being cool

So I'm feeling really cool right now guys. I just got a Facebook for the first time. It's funny cause back in sixth grade, when it was "the thing", I considered Facebook way too mainstream for my high intellectual intelligence. And I still believe that. It will probably lower my intelligence, and my standards, and my stuck-up ways. Facebook isn't really "the thing" anymore, though. Apparently now it's Twitter. I have got to keep up with the times.

So that brings me back to being cool and our crazy ways of thinking in the society called my school. Despite my aversion to all things cool, I just made a Facebook. What's up with that? Yeah, I don't really know. Maybe I just want to be cool. Which sounds crazy as soon as I say it because I'm so not cool and I don't ever want to be. I'm in marching band for goodness sake! I just wore the full uniform tonight at the football game- overall pants, sweaty jacket, plumed hat and everthing! I am the epitome of non-cool.

Which brings me to coolness. When I'm talking to my mom and I mention someone, whether I'm complaining about how annoying they are or something funny they did, my mom asks me if I'm friends with this person. When I say no, she asks how I know them. And I say "cause they're.....cool" Like, obviously, Mom. They're cool. What? Exactly. It's stupid. But they are. And I'm not.

Habits

This is getting to be way to much of a habit lately.......I gotta write these things earlier. Except homework kept me up again tonight guys. Oh dear. Look at this picture!

Real life. Actually saw this. Tell ya more later. Remind me.

Another band night!

It's another band night guys! You know what that means: minimal-writing-cause-I-have-so-much-homework-and-I-need-to-go-to-bed-because-I'm-falling-asleep-at-the-computer. Yay! My eyes keep fogging up.

I ran my first 5K today at my cross country meet! Be proud guys.

I have been ever so unhappy because I literally do not see one of my best friends at all during the school day. Not even during that little time before school or during lunch. The few times a week that I see her in the hallway are a joy. I always run up and give her a hug and look like a freak. Except I see her during band but only for a moment cause we're in different sections. Isn't that sad? That's my very thoughtful thought for the day. You can see how my exhaustion is affecting my thinking skills. And my sight cause my eyes keep on fogging up for some strange reason. Buh bye.

hey there.

I have absolutely positively no clue what to write about. Like- I'm totally drawing a blank. This is awful.

My feet hit the ground, one at a time, in a ceaseless, rhythmic beat. It was like a heartbeat, which I could hear pulsing through my head and down my arms to the tips of my fingers and all the way down to my toes where my feet pounded on the compacted dirt, never stopping. Energy coursed through me in the form of pure adrenaline, and I pushed ahead with renewed vigor. I only had one thought going through my mind.

Colors flashed by. Green blurs of trees and brown soil, mixed with colors of things that I didn't register and didn't bother to take the time to look. I was oblivious to everything, my body working on it's own.  The ground began to slope downward, but my feet automatically adjusted so my toes carried the majority of my weight and I continued forward, never slowing down.

Yeah so I don't know where this was going. I was thinking about a cliff, but I didn't know how to write it and I'm tired. Yeah. So good night.

That unfamiliar feeling called cold

Today, before I walked outside, I looked at the fancy thermometer gadget we have in our kitchen and it told me that it was only 55 degrees! I was shocked beyond belief that after the summer so incredible that we have experienced that we would ever feel the cold again. However, I decided to listen to the thermometer and to obey they dress code, and I grabbed a little jacket before heading out. It proved to be useful while waiting for the bus stop, because it turned out to actually be 55 degrees.

Running was pleasant that afternoon as well, because the sun was shining but it was a surprisingly comfortable temperature. That did not stop me at all from sweating bucket-fulls during our awful workout where I got lost, though. Unfortunate, but better than last week's ninety degree suffocating heat.

However, it wasn't until band practice that night that I experienced that feeling of cold so unfamiliar after all these summer months. I had had no time to change after practice, and showed up at the school with my flute in my running shorts and tshirt. I had no jeans on, nor did I have time to grab a sweatshirt. Let me tell you, it was cold. I was freezing my butt off and I probably would have caught a cold had it not been for the amazing kindness of my fellow flute friend who lent me a jacket. The worst was the car ride home, where I was jacket-less and sitting in the back of a jeep with no doors. I literally almost died then.

The feeling of cold, overall, made me quite happy. Fall is the best time of the year in my expert (not really) opinion, and the sooner the leaves start changing, the better.

actually writing today guys

Sooo.....I'm really upset because I didn't get to go sailing today since I had too much homework. Seriously. First week of school and I have papers to write and tests to study for and projects to start. And health! I had HEALTH homework. What has this world come to?

But today I really want to write something and not just ramble on meaninglessly into space. Speaking of space I just watched the Doctor Who episode and it was AMAZING. Gotta love dinosaurs. Especially when they're on spaceships. Also I want that new dalek girl from the last episode to come back. You have no clue what I'm talking about. Anywho! Writing. Focus.

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     So I slapped him across the face. Hard.
     "You can't just leave me like that!" I screamed, letting out all of the pent up anger I'd saved just for him.
     "Leave you? What?" he looked baffled. It made me want to laugh.
     "Like you don't know," I scoffed.
     "I honestly don't!" he said. That made me pause for a moment. He did seem sincere. But I ignored it.
     "How could you do that to me? How?!" I hissed, my face inches from his.
     He put out his hands to stop me and gripped my shoulders. "Listen to me. I have no idea what you're talking about," he said slowly, putting emphasis on the words.
     I threw his hands off me. "Bull," I said, spitting. "Don't even give me that. I've been waiting here for you all day."
     That made him stop. His eyes grew wide as he stared at me, shocked. "All day?"
     "Yes all day, you moron."
     "I've only been gone for an hour. Just like we planned."
     "No. You've been gone all day. I've been waiting here."
     "You've got to believe me, I've only been gone for an hour."
     I took a step backward. "I don't understand."
     "Oh don't you?" said a low, gravelly voice I knew only too well.
     I whipped around, only to find the person I never, ever wanted to see again.

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So this is the result of me just writing and not really thinking about it. I do that a lot. I also like to write dialogue a lot. Oh guess what! I found a way to keep the ice on my knee! I tied a sweatshirt around it! How innovative, right?

Thinking in action

Today I might actually put some thought into this. Literally. Ever try to keep up with what you're thinking? Like.........

omigod so I don't actually know what to write for this so I'm just doing this as a topic mom's doing the dishes but she's walking away now i want some ice cream maybe I could ask Emily invited me for a sleepover we could've watched Doctor Who I wish I had BBC America then I could watch it Emma doesn't have BBC anymore either but Bridget does I should hang out with her she could record it for me sometime mom just tried to see what I was writing I cant write when people look over my shoulder I have to write a narrative for school I hate personal narratives it's so hard to write about yourself I just got a text and I want to look at it and another one but I'm trying not to think about it cause I'm trying to write and it's hard to write what you're thinking cause you're thinking about thinking about what you want to write that sounds like something the Doctor would say I need to start icing my knee again but I'm typing with two hands I'm worried I wont be able to run it hurts when I walk dinner tonight was good eww cat on the table she's getting in the way of my typing get off cat oh she's sitting down now she looks like a lump I really want to read that text and-

Yeah so I stopped there because I looked at my phone. That was an interesting experiment wasn't it? I just edited it so it's slightly easier to read but when I first wrote it there were typos all over the place. There's still no punctuation in it but there's no punctuation in my thoughts either. :) Witty, I know. Wow I just read it over and it's pretty disorienting. Dunno if you guys will even understand what I'm rambling on about. If anybody's going to even try to read it......doubtful. It's pretty interesting though, because those are my thoughts. That's what I was think about. Well, truthfully I was also concentrating on typing but I didn't mention that because I was too busy thinking other things.

Football game!

Ugh guys really? You're actually gonna make me blog after a football game when I have to get up at 6:30 for a cross country meet? Seriously?

Omg aren't all the boats so pretty and colorful?! Mine's on the end with the neon yellow in the middle. You can't really see it. Okay so I promise tomorrow I'll write something intelligent. I swear. 

But just to make you guys all very happy, my school won our football game! Second win on the second game! Yayyyyy. And I made new friends in the band. Be proud of me for being outgoing. Bye

Whyyyyyyyeeeeeee

When you look at the post title just imagine that reeeeaaallyyyyy whiny toddler girl who lives next door saying it. Cause that's how I feel. Like a whiny toddler.

Soooo....an explanation for yesterday. I was sleep deprived. I ended up getting a little less than 7 hours of sleep, which for me is NOT GOOD. Sorry. I guess I just need more sleep than the average teenager who all seem to run on only five hours of shut-eye. That's not me. I need a bit more than that. And I enjoy sleep! Sleep is quite nice. Yes, most teenagers would say that sleep is something you do in the morning, but I hate to break it to you, honey, that's not gonna work during the school year. Not when you get up at 5:30. There. I have explained.

Now on to my whiny toddler self who really wants to complain. She is very annoyed, mostly because of cross country this week. Did you know that she had to run in the pouring rain on Tuesday? While doing hills? I'd be annoyed too. And did you know that she had to do mile repeats today? Do you know how much that must have sucked? My goodness, what has this world come to?

It's me again. No more third person. I feel really lame because I haven't written anything thoughtful really at all today but I am just sooooo lazyyyyyyy. It's terrible. It really is. Well I should give you something to think about. Quote of the day:

"Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we're here we should still dance."
-Unknown

I love those anonymous quotes. They're always so funny.

No time. Tired. Must sleep.

Ahhhh it'll be a quickie today guys. Long story. School. Cross country. Marching band. Homework. Need sleep. It's amazing how the time flies. Two days into school and I'm already going to bed too late for my required many more hours than normal sleep. Ah, I can't think of anything else. Bye! Good night! I tried to upload a pretty picture but it didn't work. Darn.

Freshies!

Beginnings. That is what every one of my teachers today talked about. "I'm here to help you get a good start during the beginning of high school." "Today is just the beginning of a new chapter in your life." They talked a lot about beginnings. And syllabuses. They talked quite a bit about those, too. Teachers like syllabuses.

But that's what my day was. Not a syllabus, I mean, a beginning. Today was my first ever day of high school. ('Omigod she's so little!' Thanks guys. Thanks a lot.) Now, before today, I was excited. I was pretty darn pumped about going to high school, and being so much more independent, and hanging with all the crazy big upperclassmen. But then I got to high school, and walked through my first day. I had no clue where I was going, or what my locker combo was, or what in the world to do, since I'd missed that freshmen orientation day or whatever. I was plain lost. Except then with my amazing skills I managed to work everything out, avoid getting murdered by seniors, and have a successful day.

So bottom line, my opinion of high school is that it's gonna be a whole lot of work. And my schedule's going to be pretty crazy as is, without the homework. I have to get out of 8th grade sleepwalking mode and get down to it, or else I am going to die. I'll cross my fingers and you wish me luck, kay?

Princes and red sand

Behold my first view when I went to Canada. Actually I'd had plenty of views during the whole 10 hours I sat in a car, but they were all trees. This, on the other hand, was beautiful.

So welcome to Prince Edward Island, the first stop of many during my long, wilderness-filled experience, where the sand is red and the grass is green and the oceans are the bluest blue. It's seriously hard for me to imagine a better place.

But sadly, all good things must end, and we only stayed here for two days before moving off of the island to the main bulk of our trip in Nova Scotia. I'll tell you more about that another time. I'll tell you a lot more about that.

PS: Uh, might I just mention that we were camping! Yeah, you'll hear a lot about that too. A. Lot.

Just a little something

Whenever I walk around in the dark, I think of those creepy TV shows. Not horror shows, because I never had the stomach for anything discusting, but one of those crime shows. Or maybe one of the sci-fi shows that I would sometimes see on the late night TV, when the aliens are the murderers. 

And so when I walked through my dark, quiet house in the middle of the night, scenes of creatures jumping out and scaring the life out of me flashed through my mind, as they always did. Different possibilities presented themselves. Whether I'd be ready to defend myself, how I would yell immediately to alert my family members.

But nothing attacked me, and I made it safely out of the house. In my back yard I had similar visions, however the openness seemed to make me a bit less frightened. My neighbor's back porch had a light that shone brightly, illuminating the shadows of my own yard. The woods at the edge of the property I was wary of, though, and I kept a long distance between me and the trees. 

Crickets chorused loudly, mixing with the shuffling of the bushes and the whispering of the trees. Shadows loomed ominously, seemingly longer than normal. The brightly lit moon put a glow on the whole yard. Everything sounded exaggerated. The lighting seemed theatrical. I stood for a moment and took in the eerie beauty of the nighttime. But then I heard movement behind me, a soft swishing in the wet grass, and I knew my time for daydreaming was over. I didn't bother to turn around and face him. He knew that I knew he was there.

********Just something I wrote the other day. I do that when I'm bored. Written with the characters from a story I am writing in mind, but has nothing really to do with the actual context of the story. Just a little something**********

Procrastination

Phew! I just made it. Only one hour until tomorrow. This must be a bad sign guys. First day and I'm already almost kicked off. Almost kicked off, though. Not quite.

And I almost missed my blog today because, my friends, of procrastination. It's the same reason that I find myself doing every single project last minute. However, it is a skill I have mastered. As you see has come into play here. :)

I do not always procrastinate. Sometimes I am on top of things right from the get-go and everything runs smoothly. It's just that lots of the time, I work well under pressure. After all, I do always end up producing grade-A worthy work.

But unfortuanately, as a result of procrastination, sometimes I only produce just-acceptable work. Like tonight. See ya all tomorrow my wonderful friends. I'm not even gonna read this over and it's probably all gibberish. Please do not think poorly of me. Have a lovely night.

It's big. It's blue. And it's a box. Duh.

I hope someday a person will happen across this blog and actually know what big blue box I'm talking about. Because it's a pretty amazing box. 

But for those of you staring at the background picture and going "What the hell is a British police box doing out in the middle of space?" I'll give you a hint. It involves some time travel, a couple of aliens, and a man named the Doctor. If I have any fellow nerds out there who haven't guessed it yet, I suggest you go to your google and type in the words Doctor Who. Because I will not call you a true nerd until you have watched some British TV. 

However, if you have read some Harry Potter, loved it, and happen to have a wand stored secretly in your bedroom somewhere then maybe I will allow you to join my totally amazing club. 

I am coming across as a total loser. Even though total losers have way much more fun than any of you sitting there laughing at me! But in an effort to make myself seem slightly cooler, I'm gonna brag a little bit. When I grow up I want to be a screenplay writer and write movies (ok, so I know that makes my reputation even worse, but c'mon guys be supportive). I also love sailing and I have a boat (you're liking me a bit more now, huh?). And lastly I went to Canada this summer! I just threw that last little tidbit in there as a conversation starter. So what do you think guys? Let's be friends!