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.