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.