Funnier than a cup of sand.
Just walking around Long Reach today during the science fair made me come to a huge realization; I’m so not ready.
What am I going to do next year? I’m going to be torn away from some of my friends and thrown into a huge new place with (mostly) new people! Everything is going to be different. No more MWTV, no more Mrs. Phillips, no more Writers Guild or Book Club or anything like that!
Everything is going to change. I’m not sure I’m okay with that.
Holy Crap! seems to be my new phrase. Literally. I have not gone twenty minutes without saying it this week! It’s crazy!
We had all of our MWTV meetings this week. The anchor meeting went spectacularly well! I was SO suprised! There was much less socializing that I expected, we got through the whole agenda (with the exception of reviewing tapes because the VCR broke), and they were full of ideas to replace Class Attack once the season is over. Those kids are great!
The MST County Science Fair is also going on right now. I set up my board at 5:15, and the woman told us that we would have to stay until about 8:30 if we wanted our project judged. I was like screw it! and my mom took me home. I didn’t expect to place anyway.
We also finished our pizza today in Home Ec. That was a jacked up pizza we made. It was like a cross between a square and a circle. And I’m not talking about a rounded square. Half of it was square and half of it was circle. =P
And I think my grade in Algebra may be more acceptable now! I had a 57.4% last time I checked, but that was before I turned in a lot of missing things. So, hopefully now I have at least a D? A C would be like heaven right now! My parents will kill me if I have a D, but it’s better than an E.
And let’s close with a story, shall we? My dad works for the Sun, and they published a pic of Kimmy Meisner on the front page, but it was of her totally wiping out. Well, her family didn’t like that so they canceled her interview with The Sun and gave it to The Washington Post!!! WTF? That’s messed up! And then, when a Sun reporter was trying to chase down their car and apologize in Turino, she fell into a pothole and ripped her pants. Wonderful, isn’t it?
A poco no esta
duro pa ti
Pa que sigues asi
Si aqui esto yoNunca te hacer
sentido que ya
parece el final
Pues fijate en mí
Tu encontraras ContestacionFijate en ti
Muy dentro de ti
Tu vas a encontrarme a mi
Para darte amorQue evita, que no sientes
Cuando te tengo cerca de mi
Yo quiero acerte bien
Quiero apretarte mas
Yo quiero que sepas tuQue cuando estas cerca de mi
Ya no tienes que llorar
Porque yo estaré alli
Para darte en mi amorQue evita, que no sientes
Cuando te tengo cerca de mi
Yo quiero acerte bien
Quiero apretarte mas
Yo quiero que sepas tuCuando estas cerca de mi
Ya no tienes que llorar
Porque yo estaré alli
Para darte en mi amor
I just got a call from the loverly Miss Antico inviting me to Shadowland tonight with some of the other TYA people.
It’s going to be from 6 – 8, so I probably will be unavailable for communique from 5:30 – 8:30.
This is gonna be effing awesome.
To try and further my Spanish education, I have decided to start regularly reading some blogs in Spanish (who knows, I may even start to publish one in the future!), however, I have not had too much luck in finding some Spanish blogs with relatively easy vocabulary.
Does anybody know of any?
Yay! I can now blog from anywhere around the world, just as long as I have email access.
I set up my Blogger account so that I can send an email to a secret address (only to ever be knows by me) and it will automatically publish the contents as a post!
That’s pretty dang sexxxy, am I right?
In fact, I’m doing so right now!
Losing your best friend his hard–harder than facing your crush in the eye, harder than showing your parents that newly-acquired “D” in Algebra.
At first, you think “Oh, they are only going to be ten miles away. No biggie.” But it is.
With email and IM, it may seem easy to keep in touch, but it becomes a whole new struggle. Every time you hear that familiar door open, you turn around, half expecting to see her standing there, but you don’t. Then, you turn back around and see a new IM window pop up. At last! But this exchange is something different. No gossip about who likes who, just a slew of “I miss you!”’s. It’s not the same.
Those nightly phone calls come less frequently. Every other night….twice a week…weekly…bi-weekly…once a month. You begin to miss her siblings screaming for tater tots in the background, the sound of her parents coming home from work and greeting you over the speakerphone. Now, it’s all so rare. You would do anything to hear it. It’s more valuable than gold.
Eventually, the braids come untied. Relationships are unraveled, until you are the only one holding on. You’re bridging the gap; the great chasm that may only be ten minutes wide, but to you it goes on forever.
Then, and only then, do you realize that you must be strong and carry on. You have to fill that gap with your life, grasp the friendship and live it to the fullest. It is your obligation, as a friend, to keep her in your arms.
You need to keep your clasp tight until you’ve built a bridge over that great chasm, so that every night you hear those screams for tater tots, the fight over the phone with her sister, and that greeting shouted over the speakerphone from her exhausted parents.
And, most importantly, you need to show your friend that she means everything in the world to you.
I miss Chelsea so much. I need Chelsea back here at Mayfield. I’m going through best friend withdrawl…..again! I wrote my whole Literary Magazine entry about her, and it wasn’t too much of a challenge for everybody in Writer’s Guild to come to that realization.
I’m just had so much on my mind lately…….fights, withdrawls, lust, and pretty much anything else someone can feel. I’ve lost focus about everything and I’m starting to loose control.
Is this good or bad? Well, I’m less uptight that I used to be. I’m always more relaxed around everybody now, but I often find myself dazing off into space during social studies and English! I’m letting go of everything I once knew last year. When Chelsea was here. When I wasn’t in charge of any teams. When I had awesome teachers and awesome friends, where I could just zone out and be with them. It’s different this year. I don’t know if it will ever be the same.
And, once again, those fortunes in fortune cookies are freakishly accurate:
Get your mind set…confidence will lead you on.
Eerie….
I think I just tasted the most unpleasent food in the history of the world.