I couldn't think of a title for this blog, so I just typed the date. I know, lame.
I'm sitting in study hall right now. Yep, I finally got switched out of P.E.! After a week of trouble, my mom took me to my medical doctor and he wrote me out a note. It's nice to be somewhere nice and quiet, at a table all by myself. Only thing that's wrong is that it's freezing in here haha.
Ever since my trip halfway across the country, I've decided to try to be more positive. Negativity got me absolutely nowhere. If you have a negative outlook in life, only do negative things, and just be cranky, that's going to spread. It's not going to improve your mood any, or the mood of anyone around you. If you're positive, that will spread also. But it's always better to have positivity than negativity. Ok, I'm going to change the subject because even I think that I'm starting to sound like one of those crazy people that preach how important things are. Basically, my goal is to get rid of all of the negativity in my life. I know that's not going to completely happen, but I might as well try.
Today is Tuesday. I had no idea why I wrote that, but if you didn't know that today is Tuesday, now you know.
I'm hoping the teacher in here for Study Hall counted me here, because I don't remember hearing my name or anything. Yikes.
I'm looking forward to Health ll today. For some reason I love that class, even though I don't want to have an occupation in the health field because that kind of stuff grosses me out. Today we are going to start a project on mental/personality disorders. I'm excited for that. I think I'm going to do Avoidant Personality Disorder if I can. That should be exciting.
Then after Health, I have Food Science which I also love. Even though we have a test in there today, I'm hoping that we cook something. On the first day of school, the teacher made us some amazing brownies. Then last week, we made popcorn on the stove. It was awesome.
My shoe keeps falling off.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Freaking Seriously.
I'm getting pretty damn sick and tired of trying to help people and it does no good.
Screw it, I'm not going to waste my time no longer worrying about stuff that I guess is out of my control.
Time to worry about myself, and myself only.
I'm not happy.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Dinner.
Thank goodness that's over.
That meaning dinner with grandma.
I get pretty pissed and upset when people think it's fine to talk about my grandpa who passed away not even a year and a half ago, and expect me to be fine about it. I'm not ok. I'm not going to lie, there's not a day that has gone by since his death that I haven't almost cried/have cried because I miss him so much. Talking about it doesn't help, it only makes it worse.
Especially when I'm trying to eat, and all I hear is "I should have done this, he would still be alive", "Oh, I wish I would've known how bad he was, I would've came down and said goodbye" and just a bunch of crap that makes me extremely upset.
What am I supposed to do? Just sit there like I don't hear a word they say? No.
I can't do that.
It's forced into my brain over and over again.
Then when I force the last bit of food into my mouth and quickly get up from the table and run to the bathroom, they ask "Did I upset her?"
Well what do you think?
Because you freaking did.
That meaning dinner with grandma.
I get pretty pissed and upset when people think it's fine to talk about my grandpa who passed away not even a year and a half ago, and expect me to be fine about it. I'm not ok. I'm not going to lie, there's not a day that has gone by since his death that I haven't almost cried/have cried because I miss him so much. Talking about it doesn't help, it only makes it worse.
Especially when I'm trying to eat, and all I hear is "I should have done this, he would still be alive", "Oh, I wish I would've known how bad he was, I would've came down and said goodbye" and just a bunch of crap that makes me extremely upset.
What am I supposed to do? Just sit there like I don't hear a word they say? No.
I can't do that.
It's forced into my brain over and over again.
Then when I force the last bit of food into my mouth and quickly get up from the table and run to the bathroom, they ask "Did I upset her?"
Well what do you think?
Because you freaking did.
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Quick Post Before School.
I have to get ready for school in about ten minutes, so this is going to be fast. I felt like writing a blog though.
I think I wrote in a previous blog that I was trying to get out of P.E. for medical reasons. Well the cardiologist's nurse and all of the dumbass people at school are making that close to impossible. I will get out of that class. If I have to be dramatic and fall right over on the floor, I will. It's bullshit anyway. How freaking hard is it to put me in a different class? What's the big deal about P.E. anyway? Why are they acting like I'm going to die if I don't take it?
Ugh.
Then I have a crappy day after lunch. I hate English class, the teacher is one of those one teachers that make you work in groups all the time, and I have no friends in there. Plus the teacher goes WAY too fast. I'm a fast person, but she is too fast. I only got to write about half of the notes down because she was talking so fast and expected us to remember everything she was saying.
So hello F's. I'll probably be seeing you soon.
Thanks a lot.
There goes my GPA, and my brain.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
First Day Of School
First of all I want to apologize in case this has any spelling/grammar errors, I'm typing on my Samsung Galaxy Player (which is freaking awesome) and it doesn't have spell check.
Today was the first day of school (as you probably found out from the title of this). It was surprisingly an ok day considering I almost barfed before I even left the house this morning because I was so freaked out.
The only think that sucks though is that they put me in P.E. second period. I hate P.E., plus I have fainting problems caused by drops in my blood pressure. So my mom is going to flip out on the office people tomorrow. I don't think that's going to end well, because you need a doctor's note to be excused from P.E, and I don't have one.
The rest of the day was awesome though, I had a class with two of my friends, then nearly fell off my chair laughing in Health class because me and some nerd were discussing scooter chairs and electric tambourines. Then last period the teacher made us brownies. Really freaking good brownies.
Tomorrow should be another memorable experience.
It hasn't really clicked in my head that I'm back in school yet. What's even crazier is that all I have left is this year and next year. That's it. Then so long, suckers.
I better get going, or else I'm going to get less sleep than I got last night. That's not a good thing.
Oh my gosh, those people on T.V. just had to say "banner", didn't they?
On that note and until next time, BANNER GRADIENT! (I don't expect anyone to understand that. I'm a nerd.)
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Tomorrow.
School starts tomorrow. It freaking sucks. I think it's complete crap that we have to start so early. I'm not looking forward to it at all. Today will be the last day that I spend at my Grandma's and it's going to be really hard not to cry. She's been my best friend, therapist, basically everything this whole summer, and now I'm not even going to be able to see her because I'm going to be in shitty school.
Yeah, this sucks.
Then after I leave there, I have to act like everything's just peachy because I have a hair appointment immediately after I leave. If I didn't, I would go straight home and lock myself in the bathroom and probably cry for who knows how long.
This next thing right here is really shocking. My dad used to take me to the driving range to practice hitting golf balls a lot in the past. I ended up hating it, so I haven't went for about three to five years. Well, last night he told me that some of my cousins and him were going tonight, and asked me if I wanted to go. I said yes. Honestly I find no excitement in golf, but I figured it will just be a way to get my mind off of school for a little bit. Even if I can't, I can just act like the golf balls I'm hitting are some of those idiots at school that I can't stand. Plus it gives me something to do. Maybe it will take some of this anger away.
Bottom line: school fucking sucks. Tomorrow is going to suck. The idiot crappy bitch dumbasses at school suck. The only thing I'm even one percent excited about is wearing a new outfit, that's it. I'm not ready to face all of those nimrods. They act like they are interested in how your summer was, when honestly they don't give a fuck. So here's to another year of putting up with more stress on top of already enough stress. Also to drama, fights, homework which I procrastinate on, friends, liars, embarrassing myself in front of everyone because I hate public speaking, and other things that I'm too forgetful to mention right now.
I'm just thrilled. WOO HOO.
Not.
Yeah, this sucks.
Then after I leave there, I have to act like everything's just peachy because I have a hair appointment immediately after I leave. If I didn't, I would go straight home and lock myself in the bathroom and probably cry for who knows how long.
This next thing right here is really shocking. My dad used to take me to the driving range to practice hitting golf balls a lot in the past. I ended up hating it, so I haven't went for about three to five years. Well, last night he told me that some of my cousins and him were going tonight, and asked me if I wanted to go. I said yes. Honestly I find no excitement in golf, but I figured it will just be a way to get my mind off of school for a little bit. Even if I can't, I can just act like the golf balls I'm hitting are some of those idiots at school that I can't stand. Plus it gives me something to do. Maybe it will take some of this anger away.
Bottom line: school fucking sucks. Tomorrow is going to suck. The idiot crappy bitch dumbasses at school suck. The only thing I'm even one percent excited about is wearing a new outfit, that's it. I'm not ready to face all of those nimrods. They act like they are interested in how your summer was, when honestly they don't give a fuck. So here's to another year of putting up with more stress on top of already enough stress. Also to drama, fights, homework which I procrastinate on, friends, liars, embarrassing myself in front of everyone because I hate public speaking, and other things that I'm too forgetful to mention right now.
I'm just thrilled. WOO HOO.
Not.
Friday, August 10, 2012
So Fed Up.
I am so freaking sick and tired of being called "skinny" by that ignorant asshole. "Oh, you need to eat more." WELL CANT YOU FUCKING SEE THAT IM EATING MORE THAN ENOUGH GOSH YOU DUMBASS. Just because I'm not ten thousand pounds like you would like does NOT mean that I'm skinny.
So shut the fuck up and worry about your own self, or else you're going to have a lot more then just my weight to worry about.
Also, it's kind of ironic that this is coming from the person that called me a "fat rhino" a year and a half ago.
Yeah bitch, what now.
So shut the fuck up and worry about your own self, or else you're going to have a lot more then just my weight to worry about.
Also, it's kind of ironic that this is coming from the person that called me a "fat rhino" a year and a half ago.
Yeah bitch, what now.
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Guess What Time It Is?
Well, it's technically 7:18 a.m., but for me it's questions and answers time because I'm really bored.
1. What is your best friends name? Grandma.
2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now? Purple haha.
3. What are you listening to right now? The computer sounding like it's going to explode.
4. Whats your favorite number? Probably 26.
5. What was the last thing you ate? Fruit Loops.
6. If you were a crayon what color would you be? Black. Or bright pink.
7. How is the weather right now? It's currently 62 degrees and partly cloudy.
8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My grandma.
9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? How they act.
10. Do you have a significant other? No.
11. Favorite TV show? WWE Monday Night Raw.
12. Siblings? None.
13. Height? I think 5'7 or 5'8.
14. Hair color? Brown. I hate it.
15. Eye Color? I honestly don't know. Some people say green, some people say brown so whatever.
16. Do you wear contacts? No.
17. Favorite Holiday? Christmas.
18. Month? Either April (my birthday), or July because summer vacation.
19. Have you ever cried for no reason? Yes.
20. What was the last movie you watched? Oh gosh, I haven't watched a movie in probably three months. Despicable Me I guess in English class.
21. Favorite Day of the Year? My birthday.
22. Are you too shy to ask someone out? Yes.
23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)? No. I'd break my head.
24. Hugs or Kisses? Hugs.
25. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla.
26. Do you want your friends to respond to this? I don't care, they probably won't even see it.
27. Who is most likely to respond to a text from you? My grandma.
28. Who is least likely to respond to a text from you? Myself. I never text haha.
29. What books are you reading? None.
30. Piercings? None.
31. Favorite movies? Alvin and The Chipmunks. (They're cute ok.)
32. Favorite football Team? I don't watch football, but strangely there is one team I do cheer for, but I'm not going to say it because then my secret will be known to the world.
33. What are you doing right now? Sitting here answering these questions.
34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? Butter.
37. Dogs or cats? DOGS. I freaking love dogs. I don't know if it's just because I'm not used to cats or something, but sometimes they freak me out. Like, they have funky attitudes.
38. Favorite flower? Daisy.
39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do? Yep.
40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex? Not really.
41. Have you ever loved someone? I don't know. Sometimes it feels like it.
42. Who would you like to see right now? A lot of people.
43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten? No, they all moved. It sucks.
44. Have you ever fired a gun? I've fired a water gun, does that count?
45. Do you like to travel by plane? No. The only way I'll ever get into a plane is if I'm going to Wrestlemania or a BTR concert. I'm terrified of planes.
46. Right-handed or Left-handed? Right.
47. How many pillows do you sleep with? Four lol.
48. Are you missing someone? Yes. Have been for over a year now.
49. Do you have a tattoo? Nope. I don't like tattoos unless you're C.M. Punk.
50. Anybody on Tumblr that you'd go on a date with? No.
1. What is your best friends name? Grandma.
2. What color underwear/boxers wearing now? Purple haha.
3. What are you listening to right now? The computer sounding like it's going to explode.
4. Whats your favorite number? Probably 26.
5. What was the last thing you ate? Fruit Loops.
6. If you were a crayon what color would you be? Black. Or bright pink.
7. How is the weather right now? It's currently 62 degrees and partly cloudy.
8. Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? My grandma.
9. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? How they act.
10. Do you have a significant other? No.
11. Favorite TV show? WWE Monday Night Raw.
12. Siblings? None.
13. Height? I think 5'7 or 5'8.
14. Hair color? Brown. I hate it.
15. Eye Color? I honestly don't know. Some people say green, some people say brown so whatever.
16. Do you wear contacts? No.
17. Favorite Holiday? Christmas.
18. Month? Either April (my birthday), or July because summer vacation.
19. Have you ever cried for no reason? Yes.
20. What was the last movie you watched? Oh gosh, I haven't watched a movie in probably three months. Despicable Me I guess in English class.
21. Favorite Day of the Year? My birthday.
22. Are you too shy to ask someone out? Yes.
23. Can you do a headstand (not using the wall)? No. I'd break my head.
24. Hugs or Kisses? Hugs.
25. Chocolate or Vanilla? Vanilla.
26. Do you want your friends to respond to this? I don't care, they probably won't even see it.
27. Who is most likely to respond to a text from you? My grandma.
28. Who is least likely to respond to a text from you? Myself. I never text haha.
29. What books are you reading? None.
30. Piercings? None.
31. Favorite movies? Alvin and The Chipmunks. (They're cute ok.)
32. Favorite football Team? I don't watch football, but strangely there is one team I do cheer for, but I'm not going to say it because then my secret will be known to the world.
33. What are you doing right now? Sitting here answering these questions.
34. Butter, Plain or Salted popcorn? Butter.
37. Dogs or cats? DOGS. I freaking love dogs. I don't know if it's just because I'm not used to cats or something, but sometimes they freak me out. Like, they have funky attitudes.
38. Favorite flower? Daisy.
39. Been caught doing something you weren't supposed to do? Yep.
40. Do you have a best friend of the opposite sex? Not really.
41. Have you ever loved someone? I don't know. Sometimes it feels like it.
42. Who would you like to see right now? A lot of people.
43. Are you still friends with people from kindergarten? No, they all moved. It sucks.
44. Have you ever fired a gun? I've fired a water gun, does that count?
45. Do you like to travel by plane? No. The only way I'll ever get into a plane is if I'm going to Wrestlemania or a BTR concert. I'm terrified of planes.
46. Right-handed or Left-handed? Right.
47. How many pillows do you sleep with? Four lol.
48. Are you missing someone? Yes. Have been for over a year now.
49. Do you have a tattoo? Nope. I don't like tattoos unless you're C.M. Punk.
50. Anybody on Tumblr that you'd go on a date with? No.
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
FANGIRLING
I can barely type right now omg.
CODY FREAKING RHODES ANSWERED MY QUESTION AHHHHHHHHH.
(Skip to 5:35 to hear it) The interviewer dude even said my name, and Cody said "that's a very good question" CODY RHODES CALLED MY QUESTION GOOD I CANT BREATHE.
http://media.ccomrcdn.com/media/station_content/1000/WWE_Cody_Rhodes_71712_1342621570_30936.mp3
CODY FREAKING RHODES ANSWERED MY QUESTION AHHHHHHHHH.
(Skip to 5:35 to hear it) The interviewer dude even said my name, and Cody said "that's a very good question" CODY RHODES CALLED MY QUESTION GOOD I CANT BREATHE.
http://media.ccomrcdn.com/media/station_content/1000/WWE_Cody_Rhodes_71712_1342621570_30936.mp3
How Pissed I Am.
I'm listening to extremely heavy metal right now.
I strongly dislike heavy metal.
But not nearly as much as I strongly strongly strongly dislike that bitch at the second though.
Screw everything.
And by everything, I mean you, bitch.
I strongly dislike heavy metal.
But not nearly as much as I strongly strongly strongly dislike that bitch at the second though.
Screw everything.
And by everything, I mean you, bitch.
Weight.
One more person comments shit about my weight and I'm going to backhand them so freaking hard. I'm serious.
And for that other bitch, FUCK YOU.
And for that other bitch, FUCK YOU.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Hyperness/Fangirling Part Two
NEVER let me blog when I'm this hyper.
Whatever.
LOOK IN MY EYEEES WHAT DO YOU SEE
this perfect human: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XPwL8rbLME
Ever since I went to Smackdown live two weeks ago, I've been inspired by C.M. Punk sooo much.
I don't even know why, it's just like something in my brain clicked. I admire and completely agree with his straight edge lifestyle. It's truly inspirational. To see what he's came from and now he's the WWE Champion is just amazing. He is the greatest in the world.
Here's a picture I took of him kicking Kane in the face two weeks ago when I went to Smackdown:
Another thing about him is that he speaks his mind, which I've been afraid to do for so long. Because of him, I spoke up and told part of my family how I feel, and I didn't give a crap if they had problems with that (which they did). Half of my family doesn't even speak to my grandma, mom and I anymore because I did that. I don't give a shit though, because they've always been nothing to me. So I want to thank C.M. Punk for inspiring me to speak my mind. It's always better to let out a pipebomb then hold one in.
My mom actually called me Mrs. C.M. Punk a few days ago when I was wearing my Punk shirt.
So I guess I'll end with this.
Have a great night.
-Mrs. C.M. Punk. (That sounds extremely creepy and I don't mean it in that way, because I honestly don't want to get married to him, nor will I ever have the chance to even meet him. It's just a joke.)
Whatever.
LOOK IN MY EYEEES WHAT DO YOU SEE
this perfect human: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5XPwL8rbLME
Ever since I went to Smackdown live two weeks ago, I've been inspired by C.M. Punk sooo much.
I don't even know why, it's just like something in my brain clicked. I admire and completely agree with his straight edge lifestyle. It's truly inspirational. To see what he's came from and now he's the WWE Champion is just amazing. He is the greatest in the world.
Here's a picture I took of him kicking Kane in the face two weeks ago when I went to Smackdown:
"A whole bunch of people told me that if I went to WWE, I’d never make it. But it’s like I never heard them. I never listened. To me, I’m exactly where I belong. I feel like I was born to do this. Whatever your walk in life is, you pick what you want to be, then go ahead and be the best one." -CM Punk
Another thing about him is that he speaks his mind, which I've been afraid to do for so long. Because of him, I spoke up and told part of my family how I feel, and I didn't give a crap if they had problems with that (which they did). Half of my family doesn't even speak to my grandma, mom and I anymore because I did that. I don't give a shit though, because they've always been nothing to me. So I want to thank C.M. Punk for inspiring me to speak my mind. It's always better to let out a pipebomb then hold one in.
My mom actually called me Mrs. C.M. Punk a few days ago when I was wearing my Punk shirt.
So I guess I'll end with this.
Have a great night.
-Mrs. C.M. Punk. (That sounds extremely creepy and I don't mean it in that way, because I honestly don't want to get married to him, nor will I ever have the chance to even meet him. It's just a joke.)
Weirdness.
Blame Pizza Hut for this soon to be jumbled mess of hyperness.
I just ate way way way too much pizza and I'm spazzing like a fangirl squirrel who's had twenty gallons of coffee.
This happens when I have pizza.
Because pizza is my best friend.
Then I decided to make sweet tea and for some reason it looks really light but it's still good and sugary hahaha hyperness is so great.
Usually I'm not this illiterate but I guess this is what happens when pizza overdose kicks in.
*Takes a sip of tea.*
*Ice cube hits my nose*
DID YOU SEE THAT? THE ICE CUBE HIT MY NOSE!!! HAHAHAH IT WAS COLD
sorry.
C.M. Punk is the freaking greatest in the world.
I'm such a fangirl.
He's seriously the greatest though, the shirt I have even says that. I'm not lying.
I wish I could meet him to tell him how much he has inspired me and how much I agree with his lifestyle.
You probably think I'm strange.
I probably am.
*rambles on and on in my head about how there's a psycho squirrel in my backyard with a tail that's abnormally long.*
But there is.
That squirrel has issues. Many issues.
More issues than some magazines. (I know I'm lame.)
WHAT WAS THAT NOISE
I just ate way way way too much pizza and I'm spazzing like a fangirl squirrel who's had twenty gallons of coffee.
This happens when I have pizza.
Because pizza is my best friend.
Then I decided to make sweet tea and for some reason it looks really light but it's still good and sugary hahaha hyperness is so great.
Usually I'm not this illiterate but I guess this is what happens when pizza overdose kicks in.
*Takes a sip of tea.*
*Ice cube hits my nose*
DID YOU SEE THAT? THE ICE CUBE HIT MY NOSE!!! HAHAHAH IT WAS COLD
sorry.
C.M. Punk is the freaking greatest in the world.
I'm such a fangirl.
He's seriously the greatest though, the shirt I have even says that. I'm not lying.
I wish I could meet him to tell him how much he has inspired me and how much I agree with his lifestyle.
You probably think I'm strange.
I probably am.
*rambles on and on in my head about how there's a psycho squirrel in my backyard with a tail that's abnormally long.*
But there is.
That squirrel has issues. Many issues.
More issues than some magazines. (I know I'm lame.)
WHAT WAS THAT NOISE
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