Well, I think I've been caught

For those of you who have been reading this blog for a while I know you know about Church Boy. Well now I think my parents know about him; I know they know who he is and see him every Sunday, but now they most likely know about my crush on him. The way they probably found out was during the process of changing my sheets. I have a cold now and it was really bad yesterday, but is getting better today. And the worst chore I can think of is changing sheets on a bed, especially if you have to flip the mattress and it is turning into what my mom calls "a hot dog bun". So my parents willingly changed my sheets for me, which I was grateful for until I realized, after they had changed the sheets that I had a picture of Church Boy under my pillow to hide it from them when I was showing my friends what he looks like. I looked everywhere for the picture, under my bed, in the garbage, on the kitchen table but it was nowhere to be found. I then looked on the headboard of my bead where all my c.d.'s are kept, and there folded up was the picture. My heart was fluttering as I considered all of the possibilities of how it got there - My parents obviously found it and they either didn't bother looking at it thinking it was me being a fan girl of a boy in a band, or they opened it revealing Church Boy to their very eyes. So I brought this dilemma to "B", and I asked, "If you were my parents and you saw a folded piece of paper under my pillow, would you open it?" Considering this for about five seconds "B"'s answer was "Yes." She then reminded me that if my parents are so involved with my life that they always make sure I have my cell phone on ring-tone and that I keep my shoes on in the car, that unfolding a piece of paper was probably a thing they would do. So far they haven't said anything but there is another pot-luck dinner this Friday and they might say something about it. Being friends with Church Boy's dad, my dad might slip a word or two to him and that would be the worst thing ever. I guess.

That is all

-"M"

You know it's never a good thing when you are called by your first and middle name

Hello internet readers it has been a long time since anyone has updated this blog. As you know "B" has decided to not write on the blog anymore, but that doesn't mean that I won't continue writing on here.

Anyway, today was the day that we had to decide our futures. Our career pathways were chosen today. The pathways we choose have to relate to what our jobs will be. Why, though do we have to decide this now?! We are only freshman! Today we went from class to class signing up for next year's courses; sophomore year is quickly approaching. The worst thing to hear when you are a child is your first, middle, and sometimes last name said all together very loud and in a voice that is recognized as your mother's. There is always a consequence coming when full names are used to call a child. Also hearing your first, middle, and last name said over a microphone at graduation can be a daunting thought to most youth. But when teachers use middle names in class at high school it is just weird and kind of a bragging rights to the kids who have unusual middle names or very proper ones like Donald. Our english teacher today, as he was signing off our papers to recommend our class for honors english 10 next year said aloud our first and middle names, the ones that could be pronounced that is. Some people have different middle names that are hard to pronounce at first but once heard in the proper way of saying they sound really unique. For example I met this kid once whose middle name was Thyme. One of my classmates was sarcastically rooted on by others in the class because his middle name was Donald. Scarlet faced, and smiling he walked up to the teacher's desk awaiting his future class for english.

Now jumping back to last Saturday. It was my friend "R"'s Birthday, so we had planned to go see a play and then go out to dinner with my other friend "K". The play was very entertaining and I would like to see it again. If anyone wants to look it up it is called the Mikado, a Japanese heritage play. It is tradition at my friend "R"'s birthday to have a scavenger hunt around her house. It usually leads to a treat for the party attendees. The scavenger hunt this year however was a bit different than the previous years - it was held outside throughout the city. After the play was over with "R"'s mom surprised us with this news and excitedly we ran off to the first destination - an Irish restaurant. For anyone who is reading this that lives where I live, it is the Irish restaurant, that I won't name, near the library. Scaring people in the window of this restaurant, I screamed "There it is!!!!" when I found the clue. The people in the window could not see the clue because it was on the wall underneath the window. They gave me strange looks as I tried to detach the paper clue from the wall. We followed the next few clues which somehow involved us going by that same window-front over and over again, until the people I'm guessing were sick of seeing us running and screaming by. At one point in our trek we had to cross a street, which in our city near park square, can be very challenging. Before we did so I looked down at the ground and in the snow was a brand new twenty dollar bill. I called my friends over, and in disbelief they saw the green bill in my hand. Looking down my friend "K" found yet another mint-condition twenty dollar bill. Then my friend "R", the birthday girl, looked and found the last twenty dollar bill. Amazed by what we found we asked "R"'s mom if this was part of the scavenger hunt, stunned, she said no. So we ran to "R"'s dad to ask him if he would stay in the area we found the money to see if anyone by chance lost sixty dollars. I am still amazed by this today; it is usual to find maybe a dollar or two but not three twenty dollar bills. And yes we looked to see if they were real, and they all had the security thread in them. What a Saturday night - running around the city, finding twenty dollars a piece, and going out to dinner, it was the best birthday party I have attended so far.

That is all

-"M"

And the Snow Just Keeps on Falling

Well it hit us. It finally hit us. That big snowstorm that our area was supposed to get a few weeks ago finally came. This is undoubtedly a real snow day. It isn't a day with a few flurries, it is much more than that, as I'm typing the snow circles rapidly to the ground. This all started yesterday before the school bell rang throughout the halls, snow was beginning to come down. With many predictions on how much of the white stuff was expected; some said three to four inches, some said eight to twelve inches. Our last day off, because of expected snow was more or less a joke, for we had nothing but a few flurries that stopped when the hand on the clock reached twelve. All of my relatives were irritated knowing they had to go to work and public schools got a free snow day. I usually walk down to my grandmother's house on snow days with my crazy puppy who loves to play in the snow. Last snow day my cousin, let's call him "D", came over after work to pick up soup my grandmother had made for his dinner. The first words out of his mouth when he saw me sitting on the couch enjoying my day off was "Bull crap snow day!" Yes it was "D" but that is why it was, for me, all the more enjoyable.

Today I will arrive at my grandmothers house looking like a snowman, my puppy will have clumps of snow all over her fur. My puppy, like every other loves to play in the snow. I find it hard to get her to come back inside to the warmth of our home because she is having a grand old time for herself. She is very adorable and bunny-like hopping through the snow but when she returns from her adventure outside she is not adorable. Her stomach and chest fill up with clumps of snow that are much like burs. If you don't know what a bur is it is a plant that tends to stick to clothing, hair, etc. The snow is very hard to pull off of her so I decided just to let it melt off. This will probably happen when we walk through the once shoveled sidewalks to my grandmothers house.

Yesterday the snow started getting worse as soon as everyone in school was on their bus. This is a day when you wish you were old enough to drive a car to school. Our bus, after it picks up us, the highschoolers, has to go pick up the middleschoolers. On our way there a bus spun out on the top of a hill, which left us in a delay of at least twenty minutes. Then our bus driver decided to follow another bus down a side street that led out to the main street the other bus was stuck at. The bus we decided to follow then knocked over a stop sign while turning and almost didn't make the corner. We were lucky enough to not get hit or stuck on the way to the middle school. We safely picked up the "little kids" and were finally headed home. When we returned home, my neighbors and I as we were walking home realized we were getting off the bus at the same time elementary school children were getting out of school (3:15 p.m.)

Looks like the snow is letting up a little, kinda, well maybe not.

That is all

-"M"

Getting on with life's adventures.

Today, while i was thinking of what to write about, i thought back into the last few days I realized that there were many things that have happened, but nothing I really felt needed to be posted where anyone could read them. It's my business, and I don't think anyone really cares enough about what i ate for breakfast or Where i went last Sunday. The point is, It is my life, and if i want people to know about it, i will tell them. Not to say I am against blogging, I think it is a great thing for people with interesting lives who are easy to relate to. For example, if this were a blog about a new job, then everyone with a new job could relate. But although a typical teenager could relate, I don't know any typical teenager who actually reads this, and if their were, it would either be one of my friends who already knows about everything, or someone i know that i am not comfortable knowing my personal business. Basically, I you don't know what happened, I don't want you to, or its not important enough. I really don't think by writing this, I am helping any teenager relate, which was my purpose for this blog. The other purpose was to have record of things as they were happening, almost like an online diary, but then I realized if i desperately felt the need to remember these things, i would have written them on a much more personal level in an actual diary. I've been thinking about this for quite some time, but what really made me decide was when i heard tiger woods' speech yesterday, and then heard a news station analyze every move of his 'audience' "well you'll notice this lady over here didn't make eye contact with him.' Who cares! they used a variety of circles and arrows and special affects to show how these people reacted to what he was saying. It was then I began to Wonder why people are so obsessed with this. Sure, it was wrong of him to do, and sure he was a role model for people and what not, but there are lots of non famous people who have made this mistake who must have been a role model for at least someone. They don't have to make a public apology. I also think it is good that he made an apology to everyone, but if the press wasn't so obsessed with this, it would have been much more personal and only between his friends and family. Of coarse now the press is going to go after the people he spoke to, invading their personal lives. Any way, that made me realize that my opinions on life are personal, and that no one needs know my every move. Not saying it would ever get to that level of publicity, but I really have nothing important i want anyone to know. So, I will be continuing my life's adventure, not worrying about the next blog post, or anything else for that matter, I have enough to deal with, I don't need to flaunt it to the world. "m" will probably continue with this blog, because I'm sure she blogs for different reason than I do and has different views on the situation, But This will be my last post. Unless of course I become part of something I feel is really important that could really help people view life in a different way, or when I am older and have a reason to blog (i.e. a new job etc.) So I 'B' here by resign from this blog. Wasn't that such an official letter? It makes me feel like I'm the most important person in the world resigning from the most important job in the world. Well, enjoy your lives (:


love,

'B'



p.s. Sorry for all my gramitcal errors and spelling mistkakes (:

Two Days Away From Home

This post will include everything that has happened over the course of two days. So let's start with yesterday. My mom and my friend "R" went to the Boston Museum of Science. "R" is a huge Harry Potter fan so we went to see the exhibition. It was very cool to see all of the intricate details that you wouldn't know of by just seeing the movie. All of the actual props and costumes where there behind ropes and in glass boxes, and I even got to sit in the character Hagrad's chair! On our way to the museum we stopped to get, as my mom calls it "spit", but really windshield washer fluid. It was early, around ten in the morning and everyone at the rest stop was either there to use the bathroom or get breakfast. A car pulled up next to us and a man came out and looked a little groggy from an early morning awakening. The next thing I know he was stretching. Hands pointed towards the sun, looking like he was about to go into a series of jumping jacks. He was there for a good five minutes before he entered the convenient store. That was how the day started off. Our first exhibit we saw was a butterfly one. Previously I had known I liked to look at butterflies but to me they were a little scary up close, I did not however know that I am petrified of the winged creatures. We ventured into the room surrounded by plants and lots and lots of butterflies. One swooped down and almost skimmed my head, I quickly ducked down and almost hit my friend "R" who thought my phobia of attacking butterflies was just hilarious. I found my way out of there as soon as possible. Besides doors, elevators are also very awkward and can be dangerous. On our way home we took the elevator which could have been a mistake. We got on and then a family followed us in and told us what troubles they had with elevators throughout the day. Wonderful; spoiling a good day with a group that has had bad luck in elevators. The worst thing about them was that they had small children, apart from being a little loud and excited they hit the wrong button that took us to the basement or some deserted parking garage. Apprehensive, but we let them push the button we thought would take us to where we needed to go, and thankfully it did. The family's grandmother started to sing a song from the t.v. show "Mr. Rodgers". She sang out sarcastically "What a loverly day in the neighborhood." And yes, she said loverly. However it wasn't the floor the family needed to get off on; the doors closed and they were off to another floor, hopefully the one they needed.

Now I will fill you in on what happened today. My mom has two sisters, one who lives about ten minutes away and one that lives about two hours away so today we did what we always do when we get together - shop. My aunts could talk for forever and ever and they could also shop forever and forever. They are the best and sometimes say or do the weirdest things that will make anyone laugh. Today my aunt Lorraine was looking at a price of something and, as most middle age people have to do, she put her glasses on to see the microscopic print on the label. After this she left her glasses hanging from her ears and around her chin. She continued through the store this way and even when we were cashing out. I love her but this was priceless. Leaving the store I bumped into, with a cart, the door which clearly read "Automatic" in big green letters. What I didn't notice was the small sign at the bottom of the door which read "Not Automatic - Push". Automatic doors are nice, when they are working and you don't have to push them.

That is all
-"M"

The Hand Incident, and Talking to Strangers

It's the first lesson one learns as a child. It is very important and adults tend to repeat it often until it drives one mad. It is the old "Don't talk to strangers" lesson. I was very good at this as a child, and now I think I'm even better at it, just ask "B" I get very nervous talking to people, especially over the phone and if I don't know them. Locked out of my house the other day after school, not having my phone or my key, my only choice was to walk to my grandmother's house just down the street. On my way there I saw a girl that is younger than me who is on my bus. Trying to break free from this awkwardness I have towards talking to people I told her my dilemma. I stated "I Forgot the darn keys and my phone!" now I'm not sure if she knew who I was or that I am on her bus but she gave a fake laugh. Well at least I talked! Might have scared the poor child but at least I talked! Earlier something similar to this incident happened. Opening doors is just awkward. Either you hold the door for someone for 15 minutes waiting for them to get to the door or you shut it and they are already there and it has just slammed in their face. But don't get me wrong there are certain occasions where door opening goes perfectly, well it did not the other day. It was the end of the day, everyone was rushing out of the doors. I was about to go out a door when a junior opened it for me. Accidentally brushing my hand against his. It was the most embarrassing thing to happen in my freshman career so far. When he looked back to see why I had held my hand against his hand for so long I already had moved myself far, far away from him and was walking fast to get ahead of him. Phew! Well finally vacation has started! "B" and I are listening to songs from 2004 to 2005, in other words remembering our childhood.

That is all

-"M"

Middle-Aged Men Singing to Miley Cyrus, Otherwise Known as the Father Daughter Dance

It's an event when daughters and their fathers come together for a dance; a tradition that was formed when I was three years old. It is also just like a family reunion, being introduced to people who haven't seen you since you were about as high as their knees. This dance means a lot to me and my father, it's worth the price of the ticket and all will have an enjoyable experience. But with every year comes new music and each year the new music becomes more explicit than the year previous. While we were standing in line to get our pictures taken a new song comes blasting out of the speakers. This song is defiantly not appropriate for little ones who are not even five years of age yet, heck it's not even appropriate for me to be hearing. Plus this song is all electronic, not even a guitar or real drum beat, instead a beat from a computer. As I looked around me, disgusted I saw what this song was doing. Teaching young girls to act the way it says to in the song lyrics. Little mouths speaking the lyrics of a person who probably doesn't know what they were writing at the time could have an impact. Most of the words should have been edited out, and the D.J. should have had the sense to not play the song at all. As we moved further in the line, what else should come on but Miley Cyrus's hit "Party In The U.S.A." Every little girl screamed when they heard the first strums of the guitar in the song. At least this song is much more appropriate than the one that was just played. With all of the music I listen to it surprises me to hear my father singing some of the songs I know when we are in the car. It makes me smile every time because he will mix up the lyrics here and there but it is good for a laugh to hear someone from a different era in music sing the songs you love. As Miley Cryus rang throughout the hall, I saw something that reminded me of my own dad. It was very heartwarming to see a father up near the front of the stage with his daughter singing every word of "Party In The U.S.A." with all his heart. It reminded my of the countless times with my dad in the car singing to U2 and Seal and Van Morrison, and also to Fall Out Boy, and the bands I like. It just showed me so much love.

Back on the dance floor, with blistered toes we kept on dancing. We requested the song "She is Love" by Parachute. I was very excited to hear it protrude through the speakers. Parachute is a band that I have come to love in the past month, every song on their album "Losing Sleep" is unique and amazing. The King of Pop was also remembered with "Billie Jean" My dad has impeccable dance moves that even Michael couldn't top. Of course this is completely false, my father's dance moves are that of a disco dancer. He bops from side to side and once he even moved in a complete circle. When I asked why he did such a thing he replied, "There's a whole dance floor someone's got to use it." Yes dad and that someone had to be you didn't it? Yes.

Overall the dance was a night to remember.

That is all

-"M"

Teacher's that probably should retire

It's not their fault, it really isn't. They have been teaching longer than most of us have been alive. So when their eyesight goes, they can't remember something you just said to them, and they don't recognize you after Christmas vacation, remember that they have taught many a students. So give them some slack!

Today two of my teachers Mr. History, and Professoressa (my Italian teacher) are like the teacher I described above. Mr. History is in his sixties and I think Professoressa is as well. They both have glasses and have taught for many years. Most of the time when we teenagers talk too fast they get confused or ask us to repeat something or only catch part of what we said. This happened today in both History and Italian class. It first started off with Italian. When I walked into the class I heard Professoressa say "It's a miracle!!" Wondering what the miracle was I questioned her. She was very excited that a student made the arrow on her laptop bigger so she was now able to see it on the screen. What a miracle. Next we were spelling out new vocabulary. Let's call him Elementary, for he went to elementary school with me. Anyway Elementary guessed the first letter of a challenging word he said "C!" Professoressa replied, "What is it? D?" Elementary said "No C!" Professoressa, "T? That's not the right answer!" It's OK Elementary we know you got the right answer. She is a lovely teacher, but has lost her eyesight and now hearing.

Next period was history. There are many interesting things that go on in this class. While talking about the American Industrial Revolution, we talked about how Nathaniel Hawthorne while observing nature heard a locomotive engine. Sound affects and all Mr. History pretended to be a locomotive for about five seconds. He said "I guess I don't make a good impression of a train because you smirked." I guess not.

I also learned how to say not the most polite thing, shut up, in Italian today.

Chuidi la bocca!!

That is all

-"M"

There's a Hole in That Bucket!! and Lovely Jerks

Today was the second day of the week after mid-terms. A time when students think they still have a break and can relax, sadly they are wrong. It is a time when you work even harder to review mid-terms and try to bring a grade up that might have slipped due to pressure. How must we relieve this pressure? I think the most suitable way is through song. Whether one is singing or just letting the rhythm flow through their headphones music can relieve any pressure one is feeling. A song that is near and dear to both "B's" and my heart is "There's a hole in the bucket". This song could be rather annoying to most, but to us it reminds us of childhood. We sang it today in the halls of our high school (not very loud of course) but it was enlightening. We also realized it was necessary to make a video of the song, showing us trying to fix the hole in the bucket with straw, but the straw would be to long, and then we would have to cut it, and we would use a knife, but it would be to dull, and then we would have to sharpen it. If you don't know the song, what I just stated made no sense to you whatsoever.

Today we also had gym class. This quarter we are doing circuit training. Which means we went to the weight room to lift no other than weights. The Jerk, if you have been keeping tab on our blog is a middle school crush I have had. Well he is in my class. We lifted at each station for about thirty seconds before we would move to the next station. I was sitting on a machine and guess who came over to the one next to me? THE JERK! We went from station to station and he did not say a word. I actually think he admired me for not complaining when the other girls in the class were saying things like "It's too heavy, I can't do this!". Finally at almost the end of the class The Jerk started talking. He said something and then said "Hey, how's it going?" I replied "Good." Then I he flexed his muscles, mind you he is on the wrestling team. As a school girl my heart melted and I asked did you just lift the 45-pound weight from the previous station. He said "Yeah" and I replied "That's crazy." Anyway it went on from there and was actually not that bad talking to him after a while of not talking to him at all. Also before the class I dropped a mat that we used to do ab workouts and I went to pick it back up and he came behind me and said "Don't worry about it I got it." That was very nice of him. Well sorry for that rant on The Jerk, and my crushing over him but I can't help it.

Piano lessons today and not much homework, which is relieving because of last night's load of every subject.

That is all

-"M"

MyClyns facial spray

I just saw a commercial for this new product called MyClyns. It is a facial spray that is safe to spray near the eyes, nose, and mouth. This way if your child gets germs anywhere near them, you as a mom, can spray your child in the face with this product cleaning any germs away! Such a great product, people often use spray water bottles much like this product to discipline their cats, well done, now you can surprise your child with a spray in the face because a germ might creep in through their nose.

watch the video on Youtube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETxEw18vfVU&feature=related

Getting older, and a reunion of cousins.

I left the house today with my family to go to church. We got there at the normal time and were sitting in the middle left pew. Curious about the upcoming events at church I decided to read the bulletin. When I took the two-paged reading in my hand and tried to reveal its contents to my eyes, the pages were stuck together. My first instinct was to lick my thumb and pointer finger to make the task easier. Anyone who knows me or goes to school with me knows my obsession with germs and how I carry six bottles of hand sanitizer in my school bag, they would never expect me to lick my fingers at anytime unless they had been properly cleaned. Also the only people I can think of who lick their fingers before turning a page in something is school teachers and elderly people. Was it just me or were you also grossed out when your high school teacher licked their fingers before they handed out an assignment? No one wants to be the kid who is first in the row because they get the paper with the most spit. If you were last in the row, sure there is still residue but at least it doesn't have that much teacher saliva on the edge and it probably already dried by the time it reached your desk. The whole idea is repulsive. Tonight I am going to a cousin's reunion. All of my cousins, some that I know some that I haven't seen in a while will be there. With a big Italian family like ours the restaurant will not be quiet the whole time we are there. Conversations, catching up on the last few years, or months, or weeks, and talking about college and the future. With my loud family the perfect place to hold this event is no other than the famous Highland Restaurant, a place where any Italian could call home, where we can be as loud as ever and the owners just realize it's part of who we are, because they themselves are Italians. Who knows what kind of shenanigans will happen, a meatball might even go soaring through the air. All we can do is wonder. I will tell what happens later.

But until then

Buona Sera,

-"M"

You know you need to get out more when you find yourself quoting old ladies on Tv in normal conversation.

"im stunned stunned stunned stunned stunned doesnt even begin to say how......... stunned i am"- Blanche from The Golden Girls. That was the first thing that came to mind when i heared about "blue eyed dream." Just moments before that was submitted, Emm had asked me what to call him, if i had known this was what she was thinking, i perhaps would have suggested something alittle less......... sappy love poem-ish. Any way, not much is new here so I think I am going to quote some of my favorite songs and quotes. I have been keeping a word document of them and everytime i hear a new one i quickly jot it down For no purpose really, other than i enjoy reading them. The list is pretty long, but here are a few of my favorites :

" And we both go down together, we may stay there forever I'll just try to get up, and I'm sorry, this wasn't easy when i asked you believe me and never let go, but i let go"

"And i could only sing you sad songs and you could sing along, And you could sing the melody thats been calling at your walls"
- I'd hate to be you when people figure out what this song is about , Mayday parade.

"Please dont tell me that I'm dreaming, when all i want to do is dream another sunset with you"
- Jamie all over , Mayday parade.

"so tell me darling do you wish we'd fall in love? all the time, all the time."
- owl city

"im just another small town girl with city dreams that wont come true, and even if they do, it wont be all i thought it would; but im still dreaming."
- i dont know where i got this one.

"promise me you will always remeber, your braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think"
- Winnie the pooh. (the original version not the new scary one)

ok well thats it. i'll probably do a few of these everyday.

love
bee <3

LAST DAY OF MID-TERMS!!!

Well that's it folks I have completed all of my mid-terms! Italian was easy today. I sat down with my friend and then all of the failing juniors who have repeated the class at least three times came into the room. And guess who they sat next to? I had the pleasure of being seated next to them! I have no doubt that all they did was circle the letter that looked appealing to them and looked over for my answers anytime that they could see my answer sheet. We got pelted with snow in the morning today and the weather people are saying we are going to get hit again. When I was done with my mid-term and was sitting in the classroom, since I had a half hour to kill I decided to look around the room. Well it was pretty boring, until my eyes settled on, lets call him blue-eyed dream. He has amazing blue eyes and is just.... well you would have to see a picture. But anyway he kept my interest for the rest of the period. And unlike church boy I have talked to the blue-eyed dream. When "B" reads this she is going to be shocked! Last night I went to the lake to take pictures of the beautiful sunset. I rushed my dad out the door and we made it there just in time to catch the sun at the perfect point of setting. While I was there taking pictures I heard little voices screaming, and no I am not crazy. I looked across the lake and there was a pair of chairs parked in the middle of the lake. They were shouting things like "Hey, hey, hey." Calm down people I'm not taking your picture. I'm getting a new camera today from my English teacher. Well it's new to me, but an old camera so lets hope the feathery white stuff from the sky falls after three o'clock.

That is all

-"M"

Mid-terms Part Two

The end of the week is quickly approaching us and I am here to tell you about the second to last day of the ever so lovely Mid-term Examination. I am very exhausted and probably should check on my 5 month old puppy who has been left alone in the kitchen for too long. But I am going to tell you about my interesting day. History and Math today, yuck. Math is not bad but History, lets say I would rather take another Math exam than sit through History. Any time I complain about History assignments my mother is quick to say, "Well you have to know how this country was started." Well I could really care less if Andrew Jackson was a different president because he normally answered the door to the White House in his pajamas. Or if someone put tax on Whiskey and old drunken farmers rebelled. Anyway I managed to get through that barely with again ignorant people in the Honors Program of History, throwing pencils and whatever else they managed to scrounge up. Our first exam of the day was Math. It was relatively easy, and I fit in extra studying in with my tutor last night. For the exam I was in a classroom that was located near the driveway of my school. Normally one would hear car engines of late arriving staff or students, but not today. I was 20 questions into the exam and all of a sudden a car with music pounding from its speakers came into the school drop off zone. This music was no Mozart, oh no it was the car that's music is so loud and ear blasting you can hear it even though it already past your house five minutes ago. Now don't you think that this parent or parent figure would be knowledgeable of the testing today, since they were probably dropping off their child who was at least a half hour late? At least five minutes pass and I wonder if anyone else in my class can hear the thumping this car is creating that can be heard through the wall of a high school. Finally the car was gone, music fading away as the car got closer and closer to leaving the school. Well tomorrow is the Foreign Language exam. Italian should be rather easy.

That is all

-"M"

Smoothies must be embarrassed to have such rediculous names

Today we had midterms. Thats the part of the year when every teacher in the school starts freaking out. not to mention they keep calling them finals. I think it is the greatest thing how a teacher will yell at you if you accedentaly confuse a quiz with a test, but its ok if the mistake a midterm for a final exam. I hate midterms because i actually continue to think they are finals and for some reason can't seem to comprehend that this is only the half way mark, it's not summer vacation when im doe, and i have to go back and learn more useless information later. Plus everytime you look up from your paper, the teachers stare you down. After this disaster, Emm brought me to the donut man to get a smoothie. Of corse because it is the middle of winter they were running low and had "limited flavors". so they didnt have the ones we wanted. Then the man continues to read of this list of smoothies, and then goes into lattes and finaly five minutes later we get through the list of "limited flavors". I then asked for a vinela smoothie. "you mean vinela BEAN?" the man reply's. "no genious, vinnela potatoe" i wanted to reply, but didnt simply because i wasnt talking to the man, emm's mom was. Then he reply's after we had already established multiple times we were all getting SMOOTHIES " did you want the vinnella bean smoothie, or the latte." Finaly we got our smoothies. They were delicious, but what i will never understand is why they have stupid names. No one buys a smoothie because it has a long complicated stupid name, and it just makes the person ordering it feel like an idiot. Honestly, there not going to lose any customers (except maybe Elmo) If it were 'strawberry', rather than 'sweet slurpin starwbeery splash surprise.' If that were my name, I would wear a bag over my head. SMOOTHIES HAVE FEELINGS TO!

Okay, well now that you've heard my sypathy plead for "save the smoothies reputation" im going to go make some posters. just kidding, im going to eat a brownie (:

love <3
bee

MID-TERMS!

Today was the start of a class cutter's worst nightmare - Mid-terms. I came into school today with my hair looking like a birds nest and many pages of review notes in a folder. Last night was spent reviewing as much as I could. Today's subjects were English and Biology the easiest out of the five we have to take. My stomach began doing flip flops as I approached my first classroom, or if you want to call it the examination room but to me that sounds like we are going into a room to be examined for some problem. As the time came closer and closer for the exam to start I became even more nervous. I was enlightened however by looking outside and seeing everyone who had arrived late run into school before they locked the front doors. The English exam passes rather quickly and before I knew it I had answered 100 multiple choice questions and wrote a five paragraph essay! Next was Biology. This class is relatively easy for me and I knew a lot of information. But guess who was in the class with me?! The Gum Chomping Giant; wonderful. Plus we were in a Chemistry room which had metal stools to sit on and we had to sit on them for an hour and a half. Biology moved along well too and the Gum Chomping Giant was silent! After the exams were over we could go home which is the best way to take a test. We had to give "B" a ride home so I figured since we had completed 141 multiple choice questions one five-paragraph essay and 4 Biology essays, that we were deserving of a smoothie, so we ventured to The Donut Man. This place is not always reliable when it comes to their smoothies so our first choices were not available. After listening to the man at the window for at least five minutes go through numerous flavors no one has ever even heard of before we picked ours. Now I am home again almost ready to start studying for U.S. History tomorrow. Wonderful, my worst subject but all we can do is hope for the best. Mid-terms again tomorrow maybe they will be more interesting than today.

That is all

-"M"

Who wears pants anymore?

yesterday Emm and i went shopping. We went to the mall and I purchased three shirts. The man in American eagle made emm swipe her card, causing all kinds of comotion. Then, He had a conversation with the Other cashier next to him about not having any little bags for her earings. She proceeded to show him long, fabric bags to witch he snapped his response "those are for sunglasses." Then, He went on about how they no longer sell sunglasses. This is all going on while emm is signing the credit card screen, so she didn't hear this conversation. The man then asks her is she would like a bag, and not realizing that they only had large bags, she said yes. The man then made a remark about how the bag was too large for her small purchase. Looking back, emm could have just put her item in the bag she was already carrying, but considering the store no longer sold sunglasses, it would have been perfectly logical to use the sunglasses bag for earrings. Anyway, on my way into the store an employee complemented the sweater i was wearing. I borrowed it from my dad so it was quite large, but i wore it with leggings. She said "i like your sweater" and i said "thanks" normally, a conversation would end there with a complete stranger, and she would continue to tell us about her sale on jeans, but instead, she stood there awkwardly for a minute, and the said "it looks warm" I told her it was my dads and i couldn't find anything else to wear, hence why i was shopping in her store. she then said "oh i do that all the time with a belt and my dad is always like 'wow you actually made it look girly'" I laughed a little and said "yeah" then i guess she was done because she said "Well if you need anything let me know, and all jeans are on sale." I guess some people are actually nice. Then, emm made me walk in the 2 degree weather with just leggings. of corse i borrowed her coat and a hat and scarf, but i do not like pants. Pants never fit right, they're either to tight or too big or the are long enough but the waist is too big. Leggings however, always fit. Well thats all for today.

<3 bee

The Card is Upside down, and walking in Antarctica

Today "B" and I went to the mall. Filled with people spending gift cards and returning unwanted Christmas presents. Today was most likely the coldest day of the year here and there are only 3 days left of this year. The temperature was probably bearable but the wind swirling around and practically knocking people over was the worst. If you stepped outside today a gust of wind was likely to hit you and suffocate you. I received two gift cards for Christmas to the mall. I went to use one today and it went horribly wrong. I think the cashier knew I did not have much experience with credit cards because I swiped the gift card upside down. Then I had to sign in the impossible signature screen that makes everyone's attempt at signing their name look like a two year old's drawing from art class. Then, not being very Eco-friendly, I asked for a bag for my earrings that drowned in the huge bag the cashier gave to me. Even he made a comment on this, "Big 'ol bag for those little earrings." Being socially awkward and shy I said yeah, and laughed. But you know what buddy? I recycle, this bag will be used for other purposes and it will not end up in the garbage anytime soon. "B" was wearing her dad's sweater today with leggings; not the smartest idea for today. She actually received a compliment on it from a salesperson in American Eagle. We also took my 4 month old puppy for a walk today while most people were enjoying the warmth of their home sitting on the couch. This is what we do; we are crazy and drink slush puppies in the winter. All bundled up quite like Randy from "A Christmas Story", we walked down the street. The walk however was interrupted by complaints the whole way through from "B". She said as follows, "I hate the cold, its freezing, can we hurry up dog?" But we live in New England what are you to expect but cold winters? We cut the walk short because of the cold weather and the fact that we might get pneumonia. As my mom says, "Are your trying to catch pneumonia?" I guess we were today.

That is all

Buona Sera,

Love "M"

christmas joy.

Today, although i was woken up by the phone 3 times verry early this morning, i managed to sleep in untill abou eleven. This was well needed rest i am glad to have gotten, but i wish i was still asleep. The holidays have aproched quite quickly. When i finaly woke up this morning from a lovely dream iwas having, it hit me that it was christmas eve. Upon relizing this I rolled over and tried to go back to sleep but it was no use. i had slept for eleven and a half hours and i could not sleep any more. With a loud sigh i rolled out of bed, dragging my feet across the floor, swung open my bedroom door and slamed it shut. When the door made a loud bang, i thought for a while why i was dreding the approching days. Christmas is supposed to be a time of joy and cheerfulnes, but i was not in the christmas spirit. I thought about all through out baking christmas cookies and then it came to me. I do no like christmas because it involves much social contact. Talking to distant family members on the phone, hugging people you havent seen since you were like ten months old and listen to them say "is that you?! you've gotten so big, the last time i saw you you were only a year old! do you rememberme?" of corse i dont remember you. I was a baby.Why would you even ask that. And the worst part of it is, saying no makes you feel terrible for not remembering them, but you obviously dont. Any way, i am usuly able to get through the holidays fine, but since school started everyday is a social adventure i do not look foward to, with questions like "what school did you go to last year? are you a freshman?" All would be fine except after that breaf conversation they never talk to you again, so its really just a waste of time. I suppose you could say i am a "socialy awakward" person. I really just dont like to talk to people i dont know, and will never know, no matter how many failed attempts at pointless conversations i have with them. Of corse i am nice to them, and am social with all the people who are close in life, But the holidays are just one of those times where strangers talk to you just to be nice, and if your not smiling there is automaticly something wrong. Maybe i'm just not jumping for joy over the fact that "elf" is on T.V. for the 77th time since december 1. It doesnt mean im sitting in the corner crying. i just dont feel like smiling. Dont get me wrong, I am very cheery on christmas, i just dont like that because it is christmas i MUST be cheery. Sortof like everyone is all jolly and happy when really no one want s to be there sortof thing, where really everyone would probably be honestly jolly and happy if they weren't being forced to. people dont like to be forced into emotions. I guess i am just a discrase to the holidays. Well, im going to go listen to music and finish wrapping gifts. I actualy enjoy preparing for the holidays, its just the social awkwardness of christmas day i could do without. Well, bye.

<3 bee

Christmas time and Glee re-runds!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well it's that time again folks, Christmas trees in most every window, strung with lights and packages underneath the branches. The Celebration of Christ's birth. The season where stores are filled and ovens are filled with sweet and savory goodies for all to enjoy. Tonight is baking night at my house. My mom and I are baking and making dishes to bring to my aunt's house on Christmas Day. The show Glee sadly ended for the season a few weeks ago. This is my favorite show in the entire world. Although it returns in the spring I cannot wait. This show combines great musicians as well as actors. It incorporates many new songs and old classics. It is a good show for the whole family. With the quirky lines of the character Sue Silvester played by Jane Lynch, and the romance between a very attractive Spanish/ Glee director Will Schuester played by Matt Morrison and the guidance counselor Emma Pillsbury played by Jayma Mays. I tuned in every week to catch up on the story and download the new songs each week on Itunes. Although I haven't really seen The Secret Life Of An American Teenager I believe that Glee is a slight bit better. The situation is this, I see the commercial for it about ten billion times a day when ABC Family advertises it and that annoys me. It is also probably the reason why I never bothered to watch the show. Both Glee and Secret Life deal with teen pregnancy. This is a serious situation; I do appreciate though that Secret Life at the end of each show gives teens information about it and ways to receive help if they need it. But being the music lover I am, I need music wherever I can get it and Glee has offered that to me with great acting and a wonderful story line. Not saying I will switch shows but maybe I'll sit down with "B" and watch and episode, but that's a maybe.

Buona Sera

Season 1 of Glee now out on DVD !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go out and buy it!!!

love, "M"

how photo-editor saved christmas.

Nothing is worse than a bad christmas card picture. then all your friends and reletives see the worst picture of you ever taken. Luckily, they have this thing called photo editing. Incase your not farmiliar with it, there are multiple different web options, and some computers come with one programmed in. Depending on whitch one you choose, there are many different options. Today, i was franticly trying to capture a picture of russ and I for a christmas present and also a school project. Unfortunatly he decided not to be home today, leaving me in a difficult situation. I have only one picture of us together, and its not my best. I took it multiple hours after i had been outside in the rain and wind, so my makeup was basicly gone, and my perfectly straight hair was curling and frizzy. This of corse is not how i would like to be remembered, or shown off. Unfortunatly with only two days untill christmas, i really had no other option. So, I first attempted to edit my blemishes on picnik.com, but unless you pay like 20 dollars a month, all it does is blur the spot, witch works for one or two spots, but not for the entire face. I then tried the program paint. It was easy to match the color correctly with a feature it comes with, but the result looked too much like a painting, plus i couldnt get the eye makeup right. So i finaly turned to google. typing in " free online photo editor (makeup)" came up with a makeover website. I clicked it, to see what it was, adn the intention was to upload a picture of yourself with your hair tied back and give yourself a complete makeover, hair and all. Instead, i uploaded my crappy picture, adjusted it to my face and just used the makeup portion. It worked amazingly well as i was able to match my signature green eyeshadow, the only downside was the foundation didnt match exactly, but like he is going to notice. Of corse the picture is still not the best, but at least its alittle better. And the best part is, no one needs to know it was eddited. except the people i showed off my amazing work to (;. SECRET LIFE COMES BACK JANUARY 4TH!!! me and "m" have this on going "argument" about the show on abc family "secret life of the american teenager" I like it because it shows (as the title states) the secret lives of many teenagers. it also, although all the charecters tie together, shows different types of people, so its not like the whole show is about teenage pregnancy. Its about how all different kinds of people deal with it as part of ther complicated lives. emm argues that it is "bad acting about fake teen pregnancy" I however feel it has the same purpose as this blog, even though the story line is a bit different. She however prefers "glee" witch i havent seen, but from what ive heard it sounds like a bunch of band geeks. Not that there is anything wrong with that, and it idealy has the same idea as secret life, to explain a spesific groups of teenage lives. like i said, i've yet to see it, but secret life is still a good show. One thing i think we can agree on though, is the show "ten things i hate about you". Its kindof like a cross between the two shows. Like if it were in one of those overlaping circle chart things, it would be in the middle. Well, bye for now

<3 Bee

From punky to tanya.

Over the past few weeks i have developed many nicknames. I was reffered to as "punky bruster" for my lovely outfits. Today, with the lovely gift of the bumpit, i became tanya tuckier (thanks to my lovely mother). The bumpit has caused quite the camotion. When i first recieved the bumpit i had trouble securing it in my head. Once that was over, i decided to show it off to all of the nabor hood. So me and emm took my dog in her wheres waldo sweater and went for a walk. Not getting the reaction i hoped for it our quick route, we decided to go the long way. Please note that i was wearing pink capri leggins rather than pants. So we walked in the 2 degree weather the long way untill we almost died. Now we are back where it is nice and warm. My bumpit is still nicley secured. Well, untill next time....
Bye


<3 bee

2 degree adventures

Hello bloggers today in Western Massachusetts it is 2 degrees out. "B" and I went for a walk with her dog. We took the longest way possible and almost got frostbite. You are quite lucky I am able to type because my fingers almost froze completly off. Today I am going to decorate my Christmas tree and listen to many Christmas songs and as my mom says it listen to "Good old Bing." refering to Bing Crosby. Today I went to a wonderful service at church and saw, lets call him church boy. I have fallen in love with him, haven't really talked to him yet but he's really nice and gives me a smile everytime I see him. Now that I have gotten over the one who shall not be named also known as the jerk, church boy is the perfect match. "B" and I hope to talk to him at the Christmas party coming up and hopefully we can hang out sometime. But for now a smile is good enough for me! well "B" is going to post now. And tell you all about her lovely gift that I gave her. (The Bumpit)

Buona Sera,

love "M"

Rubie

My puppy Rubie!!! in her "Santa's little Yelper" shirt

the things i put up with.

Alot of people may be farmiliar with the song "break your little heart" by all time low. its not really the nicest song, but its good. and i happen to like it. So, as i do with most songs i like, i had a few lines on my aim status message for a while "im gonna break your little heart , watch you take the fall, laughing all the way to the hospital, because thees nothing surgery cant do, when i break your little heart in two" Now, everyone who knows me knows i am very nice and would never dream of causing that kindof pain even to my worst enemy's. But of corse you cant have a song on your status unless its dedicated to someone. I cannot begin to tell you how many IM's ive gotten saying "your so mean" or even worse, from russ's friends saying "your a b**** how could you do that to him!?" yep. thats what i get for liking a song.

ok so here is a quote emm sent me that has officilat made my life "Today, I walked into Old Navy to buy myself a pair of jingle jammies. Save yourself the embarrassment: don't shake the jammies in the middle of the store to hear the jingling, because these jammies do not jingle. You'll just look like an idiot. FML" oh yes. i love life for this person. This quote is from the website www.fmylife.com we did not write this.

Drug sniffing dogs, wrapping Christmas presents, and parents.

Hello readers, if anyone does read this blog. "B" has broken the rule for her extra credit and is blogging! Actually that was a false statement, she has a high grade in that class and there is no need for her to do extra credit. Anyway today was very much like a normal day if your daily routeen includes going to school testing food for lipids, carbohydrates, proteins, and sugars, and watching the police department give a demonstration on drug sniffing dogs. I think this is essential because most of high school students in our area do drugs. This test probably won't scare them but it will maybe make them think twice and head in the right direction towards getting help. This is just my outlook on it but I'm an optimist. The dog they used for this test was the most adorable German Shepard I have ever seen but it was slipping on the floor. I thought the school only waxed the gym floors about once or twice a year but I guess I am mistaken because this pup was trying to get up and start running, but struggled to get going. We were all in need of a good laugh at the end of the week.

I went Christmas shopping last night! I'm sure the mall was filled to the brim with people but unlike everyone else I went to F.Y.E and Joann fabrics. I decided to get a little creative this year and make people things. Of course I still have those friends who tell you exactly what they want but this gave me an opportunity for those who are undecided on what they would like to receive or take a long time and ponder. I decided to make blankets. I volunteer for the CYC and our last project was to make blankets for parents in poverty who can't afford to buy much for their kids for Christmas. I quickly learned how to make a blanket from two pieces of fleece. What I got "B" for Christmas remains a mystery to her, but lets just say she will have many good hair days after Christmas day. I don't care what everyone else says I want a Snuggie. Yes they are a inside out bathrobe and yes they are twenty dollars but doesn't everyone want to look like the people on the commercial? Even better yet now there is a Snuggie for your dog!!! Matching with your dog there is no other gift quite like the Snuggie. Plus they are warm and keep your arms free and also snug. And for a bonus it comes with a free book light! WOOH. Words cannot describe how badly I would like one of these.

Lastly is chores. Don't you hate it when it's the end of the week and all you want to do is relax and enjoy a few spare moments of time before the work begins again and then all of a sudden it returns out of nowhere. Well my parents and I have agreed if there are dirty dishes from an after school snack, that I should rinse them and put them in the dishwasher ( as long as the dishwasher is excepting dirty dishes). I come home today and accidentally leave dishes out. I went into the kitchen to play with my new puppy Rubie when all of a sudden I hear, "The dishwasher is excepting dirty dishes!" Ugh this can be very annoying. Well I'm off to wrap Christmas presents and talk to "B".

Buona Sera,

Love "M"

sex, drugs, and alcohal=highschool

Did you ever wonder why highschool isn't really like t.v? Thats because it's illegal to show half of the things that actualy happen. If you only knew. Of corse theres just as much drama, if not more, but its much more vapid in real life. Today for example, there was some type of fight right before fourth period. i dont know what happened but it was just breaking up when i got to my math class, the scene of the crime. I did get to see the huge blood stain though. i wonder if emm knows what happened. So then later there was another threat to pull the alarm, but it didnt happen (thank gosh). Then finaly we had an assembaly in the gym to watch this pathetic drug dog slip on the newley waxed floor while the other dogs searched the lockers for drugs. It was pretty pointles though because everyone knew ahead of time so they all had time to clean out there lockers. Duh! people are stupid. i'm not afraid to say it either. people. are. stupid. not everyone, but most. Oh yeah, so i didnt have to do my extra credit assignment because i have a 98 in that class. giving up all forms of communication was not really worth the to points. big deal its not a perfect 100, but atleast i have a life. its not like i am failing. Right now i am blairing taylor swift while my step-mom is sitting next to me with ear plugs in so she can pay her bills. "AND I COULD TELL YOU, HIS FAVORITE COLORS GREEN, HE LOVES TO ARGUE, BORN ON THE 17TH HIS SISTER'S BEAUTIFUL, HE'S GOT HIS FATHERS EYES, AND IF YOU ASKED ME IF I LOVED HIM, ID LIE." actualy, this sog would be perfect if it was changed to "and i could tell you, his favorite colors green, he loves to argue, born on halloween, his sisters beautiful, hes got his mothers eyes and if you asked me if i loved him, id lie" other than that the entire song is true. oh and by the way that is "i'd lie" by taylor swift. well thats your music lesson for the day.

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poem

i just wrote a poem a while ago and i think i will share it. i actualy got the idea from a movie. is basicly about the story line of the movie but i dont remember witch movie it is haha.


heaven is a state of mind and you are mine
its a picture painted from nothing, you pait it with me and it suddenly becomes something,
you hold me close forever as time turns into dust
our minds and souls have intertwined as we hold on to trust
time is erased, memories are replaced as our heartbeats race
our body's dissolve into nothnig as our souls overlapse
Heaven is where i find out your my other half.

flying frenchfries, shots, and rain drops

Have you ever had one of those days where you get a song stuck in your head that you havent hard in years? welcome to the sory of today. "RAIN DROPS ARE FALLING ON MY HEAD *CLAP CLAP*" even ask emm, i've been singing it all day. More importantly though, today my life was a verry awakward school lunch. One of those girls who thinks shes all that and a bag of chips (or in this case a french fry) but no one likes her, not even the rejects, was sitting at our lunch table. Automaticly this becomes an awakward situation because as i previously stated, no one likes her. So a friend of ours was talking about something i wasnt really listening to untill i heard " throw it behind you and make a wish". She was obviously kidding but miss even-the-misfits-cant-stand-me took it literaly. Out of no where a badly aimed french fry goes flying behind her onto the table of the upperclassmen behind her. How stupid can you be. I mean seriosly, to actualy make a wish on a french fry in the first place is the stupidest thing ive ever heard, but to throw it at a table of upperclassmen is just rediculous. Now you know why no one likes her.

So after school i had a docters appointment in witch my mom assured me would not contain any shots. NONE! of corse, i walk in only to hear from my step mother i have to get my secound gardasil shot and maybe the swine flu. I walk into the room with an elephant-giraafe-tiger- border as the first nurse gives me attitude. Then, she told me to pee in a cup, and rather than take the cup from me, she gave it a discusted look and told me to put it on the counter. I understand people being grossed out by touching pee, but it's her job. Plus shes not touching the pee shes touching the cup and she has to stick the PH test strip in it anyway. So i purposley put the cup on her sticky notes so she would have to move it :P. i know, im such a little demon (:. So then my 'nurse practition' comes in and asks all the usual question : "do you or have you ever used drugs alchohal or tabacoo? are you sexualy active? hows life at home?" then, she breaks the knews. I'm due for 6 shots. yes you heard correctly 6! Luckly the maximum i can take at once is 4. And even more luckily, the 5th was avalible in a nasal, therefore i could still take it and four shots, but since i have asthma i half to get the shot version witch they are out of and might not get more of untill next flu season or else i could hae an asthma attack. Unfortunatly i have to get three more shots in four months. Then to top it all off, i didnt even see my actual doctor, witch i didnt care about, but my mom had a fit becase she specificly requested i see him and was promised it couild be arranged. This appointment should hav been last week but his flight got delayed from his 'buisness trip' so they posponed it, and I still didnt see him. Owell. I wonder what will be on the menu for tomorow. Oh and i almost forgot. for an english project i cannot text or communicate in anyway other than the telephone. that means no blogging. Im sure that wont be too much of an issue concidering no one reads this (its mainly just so in 76 years we can look back on our high school lives) but i dont know when i will be back, it depends how long i can last living "the old fashioned way." what has the world come to. Well, untill i crack on this project, goodbye! i hope emm covers all my stories while im gone!! bye!

<3 beee

Someone Pulled the Fire Alarm

Hello internet readers today not much happened, but the few things that did were very interesting. Health class, well lets just say that there are many immature guys in this class, and the Gum Chewing Giant is in this class. Although she didn't have any gum in her mouth she was loud as ever. Do you know those people who have really awkward questions and statements but don't realize it? That person is the Gum Chomping Giant. This class has a wide variety of students and our teacher looks like the cat from Alice in Wonderland. Seventh period rolls around and we are all excited to wrap up our essays on the book 1984 written by George Orwell. This is my favorite book that we have read so far this year, so I was disappointed to hear the fire alarm ringing in my ears just before class. What kids do not realize I guess is that we live in Massachusetts and the temperature is in the teens in the afternoon. The kid who pulled the fire alarm must not have had a brain because we all had to stand out in the frigid weather, some of us even without jackets, for they pulled the alarm in between classes. Thank goodness for our english teacher who let us to run to our lockers to retrieve our jackets! The brilliant kid who pulled the alarm also didn't realize that it costs the school money every time the fire department comes to the school. If we have to pay every time this happens then there won't be rewards or dances or all of the things that we work hard to get. Think again next time you try to act cool and pull the alarm please. That is all the updates for today if anyone reads this blog except me and "B".

Buona Sera

Love,
"M"

"were going to the car wash!"

Today has been one of those days. You know the ones where you just dont want to do anything, and then you just keep finding more and more things that must be done. It's like durring an eight year old's summer vacation when all you want to do is go home and lay out in the sun with your friends and then your mom breaks it to you that you have to run errends. Then to top it all off, you find out your headed to the carwash. I'm pretty sure every kid hates the car wash. First, you have to vacuum out the car, witch involves standing outside while your mom throws away trash and starts the obnoxious machine. if your lucky, you can buy her an air freshener. If you are really lucky, she gives you a paper dollar instead of quarters so you can put it in the change machine. Then, as if that wasn't painful enough, now you actually have to wash the car. first, you drive through and the creepy old man attaches your car to the belt. then you everso slowly inch your way to the shower, then to the soap. now here is the scary part, first these big spinning toilet brush things come and bang the side of your car. Then, the noodles. Picture this, giant green pasta slapping the front of your car. It's the sort of thing that gives eight year olds nightmares and makes them not want to watch seseme street anymore. Finaly, they pass by and you get the giant dryers. Then you pull of into a huge mud puddle, only to find out (between your mother cursing under her breath that her clean car just got dirty again) that you get to go to walmart. joy. Thats pretty much the way my day went today.
I walked in this morning and saw a friend who has decided not to talk to me latley for reasons unknown. Then when emm finaly got there we went to her locker untill our other friend came. it was over all a pretty boring day. usual routine. Just a whole bunch of stuff no one really wanted to do. I learned virtually nothing so today was pretty much a waste of time i otherwise would have spent sleeping and calling my boyfriend (russ) untill his mom finaly answered the phone, only to tell me he was still asleep. Then, i would have fallen back asleep. But no, instead i had to sit in my obnoxious math class and listen to willy wonka attempt to controll his terrible class. its gotten to the point now, where the only time the class isnt being obnoxious is when one of the obnoxious girls has a headache and screams to the class to shut the f*** up. Of corse the only thing willy wonka has to say aboutthis remark is "i dont mind you yelling at my class because their affecting your learning, but keep it clean." come on. seriously willy? THATS YOUR JOB! and either way, obnoxious girl only keeps them quiet for two minutes at most, then she gives up and throws notes to the girl who sits behind me. You gotta love high school. *sigh* well i am going to listen to secoundhand serenade now, and wait for emm to update.

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ohsorry,hi, thankyou!

As "m" has already introduced this blog, i dont think it is neccessary for me to do the same. I must warn you im not the best speller or typer, as i can easily turn a word such as "fish" into a mess like "gfheifjidhdisfdf". That being said i will jump right to the adventure of my day. I (being a naturally shy person) dont talk much, especialy because the few people i know at my new school i havent seen or spoken to since elementry school. i often give myself "a pat on the back" as they say in kindergarten for talking to new people.

note to reader: now that i am in high school, i frequently feel more and more like an elementry school student. More so then i did when actualy attending elementry school.


Any way, it takes a verry long time for me to think of something to say, make sure its not stupid, and then repeat it over and over in my head untill i finaly get the guts to say it, so when someone starts conversation with me, it really catches me off guard. Today for example, "prety perfect i -get-every-thing-i-want girl said "hey your bag is soo cute." now, i get lots of complaments on my bag, and other things, mostly because i supposedly look like this girl and people mistake me for her often, but i was expecting her to say "excuse me" because i was blocking her locker. So, i was not only cought off guard by her talking to me, but also by her unexpectedly complementing me instead of telling me to move. My immediate resopnce was "oh sorry, hi thank you!" she just ignored my comment witch was fallowed by a little laugh to try to get myself out of that awkward situation, and turned back into her locker. i stood there for a minute, trying to comprehend what type of jumbled mess just came out of my mouth, hoping she would say something so i could try to atleast explain myself. no such luck. relizing my humiliating mistake,i kicked my self (not litteraly) and fallowed "m" towards our homerooms.


The rest of the day was half way normal. well actually, i take that back. there is no "normal" day at school, but the rest was uneventful, and will be saved for another bit of blogging. So for now, i am off to continue kicking myself for my mistake, think about doing my homework, and try not to forget my tilly (my dog)

Today has been an array of U. F. O's and jumping out of a window

Hello internet bloggers. We, and yes this blog is controlled by two high school freshmen,will update this regularly but it's dependent on our schedule. This blog is about the adventures of High School and things, quirky, funny things that go on there. All names and addresses are strictly confidential so we will substitute them out. So this begins the first story of our blog. Oh yeah I think it is pretty important to not get confused by knowing our "names". My name on this blog is "M". My other friend who will update this blog is "B".

Today, well today started off with getting to school and almost slipping on the conveniently salted sidewalk that was still covered in snow and ice. Not being the most popular kids in school we often get embarrassed or jittery when a "cool" kid comes to talk to us. Today B was at her locker and blocking another locker. Frantically moving out of the way I motioned to B to do the same. Cool kid comes and B will say something she regrets. Cool kid says to B, "B, I love your bag." Holy crap a compliment! B replies "Sorry, Hi, Thanks." This would be a combination of sorry for being in the way, Hello, and thanks for the compliment on my nice bag. B is still talking about this incident and it is nine hours later.

Next is history class. Now what can I say about this class. Well lets just say its only December and already we have had paper fights, a kid almost fall out of the window on purpose, and numerous awkward moments. Our teacher, lets call him Mr. History, is completely oblivious. Show him homework for another class and he will give you a grade for it in his. I swear our class could go to the Olympics for volleyball because every day there is always something to bat around. Today the U.F.O happened to be a stuffed animal moose. Mr. History gets irritated when we throw things, he even threatened to give a three-hour detention! As the furry animal flew through the air Mr. History never seemed to notice. Then the window was open to let the cold air flood in. I didn't figure out if they were trying to escape or get something that fell, but one kid, lets call him snowflake was halfway out the window. Mr. History was checking homework and snowflake was being held by the ankles his upper body out of the classroom. He actually managed to get back in with only a minor lecture about why he shouldn't stand near a window while taking a quiz.

Well this has been today. I know B has a lot more to say about her experience today as well so stay tuned! I promise that the stories will get more interesting as the year goes on, it's high school after all.

Buona Sera ( Good Evening, for those of you who don't speak Italian)

Love, M