ew people

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.