Woah.

Wow.
It's really been THIS long.
High School beats the shit out of people...
Here goes...

1st Period. Biology.
Mrs. Ortiz. She's really nice, and I have some close friends in this class. Nothing exciting. I love science, but this stuff is pretty lame.
2nd period. English.
Mrs. Whittaker. She hates me with a passion. I hate this class. I pretty much only have Sarah in here, Bailey and I have kinds drifted apart.
3rd Period. Art.
Mrs. Legg. She was also one of my teachers in 7th grade, and she's great. Kind of a pushover, but nothing too bad. This is the class that I had to make ALL new friends in, and I'm definately thankful for all those moves - they prepared me.
4th Period. World Geography.
Ms. Martinka. GREAT class. She's my favorite teacher. I knew some people, but I've gotten alot closer to them since school's started.
5th Period. Spanish II.
Coach De La Cerda. Ehhhh. Not a bad class, I just don't like it... Had to make new friends in here, too. I pretty much hate spanish now.
6th Period. Geometry.
My teacher, Mrs. Skrhak (SKIR-hawk), is preggo. She was put on bedrest last month, so we have a permanent sub, Mr. McLane. I knew one person, and kinda clung on for support.
7th Period. Drill Team.
Captain Pike, I guess. Great class. I always look forward to the end of the day. I've gained muscle, along with tons of great friends.

Socially, life is great. I have my friends (Chris, Ashley, Christin, Kianna, Jessica, Katie, Trevor, Jessica, Janie, Kat, Westley, Robert, Ashley, Itzel, Ashley, Preuss, Seaman, Pease, Gardner, Guzman, Martin, Ballast, Ham, and Chase to name some), and I can't complain. I now have a boyfriend, Daniel, and he's really the best.

It's probably past midnight, and I'm exhausted...

Baggio out.

August killers.

Soooooo.
I'm not even gonna apologise anymore, I'll just get right into it.

Green day was AMAZING. As was Franz Ferdinand. I had never heard Franz Ferdinand before, but they were great live so I'm a huge fan now. I wanted to post pictures, but we weren't allowed to take camera's inside. I had seen a sign saying all kinds of stuff that weren't allowed, and the two things that I payed attention to were, "NO STUDDED BELTS. NO CAMERA'S." and so forth. So, I had my mom come back and pick up my camera. Then when she got there, I decided that it would be best if I also gave her my belt. Well, thirty seconds later I found out that I could have kept my best, and my pants were falling. I tied two Whataburger straws together for the concert.

I did paint my room, but I haven't taken any pictures. I don't really plan on it, but if I get bored I will.

I had my party. It wasn't as exciting as I had hoped, but it was really fun. I got TWO AMAZING HAMSTERS NAMED CHARLIE AND CHESTER (from Mom), a Cobra Starship CD (Bailey), 2 iTunes gift cards (JJ and Tori), money (Vanessa), a Joker shirt (Justin), hamster cage add-ons(Mikey), and an outfit from my grandparents. We spent an hour or so outside on the blow-up water slide thingy, then we came in and hung out for a while, then we played hide-and-seek (in pairs) using the whole neighborhood. Fun.

Corpus wasn't amazing, but it was fun. I'll post pics at some point, I just haven't had any time until now to just do this, none the less upload the pictures.

I had my first day of high school today. I got all the classes I wanted. So far, this is what I think;

1. Biology - Mrs. Ortiz. I think with the other students in the class it'll be a pretty good year, though I think Mrs. Ortiz is gonna be strict.
2. English - Mrs. Whittaker. I'm not a big fan of the students, but I'm sure the teacher is a push-over. I hope not. I don't like the kids.
3. Art - Mrs. Legg. I had her for 1/4 of a semester in 7th grade, total push-over. There's alot of upperclassmen in that class. A good chunk is Senoirs, there's 4 Freshman, and the rest are mostly Sophmores.
4. World Geography - Ms. Martinka. I can't tell yet, she seems really nice, and that may end up being my most at-ease class this year.
5. Spanish II - Mr. DeLaCerda. Kinda like Art, lots of upperclassmen. There's also alot of hot guys. I'm gonna die when presentations come up.
6. Geometry - Mrs. Skrhak (skir-HAWK). She's really nice, but in a class of around 22, There's maybe 2 other Freshmen, and I'm not friends with them. Not too exciting. The only person I've ever been friends with in that class is Itzel, a Sophmore, who I haven't seen since I was in 7th grade.
7. Military Science Drill Team - Sargeant Weston. I love it. For now, at least. I love the people and the concept. Very fun, but still challenging.

We aren't going to Aunt Belinda's as planned, because her sister has cancer, so they're gonna go out there and spend time with her. Maybe we'll go in a few weeks.

I'm gonna start wrapping up the computer, do my hair, and get to bed.

Baggio out.

This past weekend.

OK, so I'm not blogging as much as I really should.
Here's pretty much why;

• It's summer.
• I don't have a job.
• I don't have a car. (Nor can I drive.)
• I'm traveling to not-so-important places that aren't blog-worthy.
• All of the fun stuff seems to be packed into August.

Here's what I hereby state what will be blogged about;

• Green Day Concert. (9th)
• (Most likely I'll) Paint my room. (week of the 10th)
• My Birthday with friends/my mom's family. (14th)
• My birthday with my dad's family, which includes a trip to the beach. (15th-19th)
• My first day of High School. (24th)
• Visiting Aunt Belinda over her birthday weekend, whom I haven't seen in 3 years. (weekend of the 29th)

I promise!



I was with mom this weekend, and Roberta (my cousin) was over for Friday and Saturday. Friday wasn't too eventful, we went to the mall but it wasn't anything exciting other than that. I threw a shoe at her husband's face. Saturday I got a new phone. I went from the LG Rumor to a Samsung Exclaim. Pretty exciting.
We also dropped Roberta off that afternoon. Then yesterday evening I wanted to play Pictionary again, so I called JJ and we went and picked him up from NB and went back on to mom's place. We played a game of Pictionary (which JJ and I kicked ass at, of course) and started playing Call of Duty. I hadn't ever played it before, but I had alot of fun killing Nazi Zombies. Also, after playing with her husband a few times and having switched off, JJ informed me that even though it was my first time playing, I was better. Then we started playing some other game. JJ sucked. It was fun.
Then today I was dropped off here.

Baggio out.

Summer

Summer hasn't been too exciting, but I've been having fun getting to see the babies so much more often.

Just got back into NB for the second two-week interval here.

I haven't seen any friends yet.

Band practice later with JJ.

Whoop whoop.


Baggio out.

Suicidal Alpaca's?

So I'm still with my dad, and I'm still having a great time.

Last Sunday we had a dinner for Fathers Day, my Grandma's birthday, and my graduation. My dad was anxious to give my grandma and grandpa their combined gift, which was a new T.V. that he was hoping would replace their old-fahioned big screen. We went to Carino's and it was a pretty nice dinner, but I think that since my dad and Rosalie were on the end of the table with a tired Hunter and a disobedient Mattie they felt kinda blah. All there was my Aunt Tracie, my Uncle Chris, cousin Tristen, Bobby, Grandma, Grandpa, and the other 5 of us previously mentioned. I had bowtie pasta with alfredo =]

On Tuesday for whatever reason, I was to be alone after my doctors appointment until 3:30, which I didn't mind, but it made me realize how big my fear of bugs is. Otherwise known as Entomophobia. I was walking back from the kitchen to the living room with my tea, and I saw a spider on the wall. I've never liked bugs, to I went up to it with a tissue. Since it got bigger as I went up to it, I decided to just use a newspaper, like you would with a dog. But when I went back with the newspaper, it seemed to have gotten bigger, and it jumped. I then spent the next two and a half hours looking around for it and freaking out when something unexpected touched my foot or arm. Like the bottom of my pants or my sleeve.

Also, my grandma is on a plane right now, with my Aunt Tracie. For my Grandma's birthday, my Aunt is taking her to New York for a week. My grandparents lived there when they first got married, so it's something that she'll enjoy. I really, REALLY want one of those cheesy "I <3 N Y" T-shirts.

Baggio out.

Been a while.

Ok, so, it's been what? 3 weeks? Sorry, I'll catch up now.

Formal. (May 16) It was great. I got there and everyone was really excited to see me in a dress. I got there a little late but I wasn't the only one to get there at that time so it wasn't awkward or anything. My friends and I kinda goofed around and after a bit we took our picture. There was alot of us in our group, so we were a little crowded. Everyone in the picture was with Vanessa and Steven, Victoria and JJ, Brandon and I as couples and then Morgyn, Bailey, Alex, and Rei as the ones just kinda crammed in, but we made it all work. We danced to the "Cha Cha Slide" and I screwed up when he said "Take it back." I jumped.
At around 9:30 I went up to JJ and was excited about the 'slow'-ish song that was on. It was Keith Urban's Tonight I Wanna Cry, and it's my favorite. Then JJ told me to go ask Brandon to dance but I don't think that that's something girls do so he went over to Brandon and told him to ask me. It was great, and he got a great big hug for it. But, the best part is about 2 minutes into the dance when the lights went out. Yeah. There was a power outage in that neighborhood and the first thing I did was grab onto Brandons shirt. I then figured that I should go get my things, and since he was holding my phone he handed it to me for light. It was crazy, I couldn't see anything.
When we all got outside Victoria's mom went to pick us up, and we spent a good 15 minutes trying to fit Megan, Rei, Jerad, Bailey, JJ, Victoria, Brandon, Morgyn and I, along with Victoria's mom and little sister (who was in a car seat) into one car with room equivalent to the amount of a compact Suzuki. That's when a policeman went over and said that some of us would have to be dropped off and then she would have to make a second trip to get the rest of us. So Victoria's mom took Megan, Rei, Bailey, Morgyn and Tori a few miles away, and the other four of us stayed behind. Then when we were picked back up we went to go get the girls and we ended up with Rei in the passengers feet area, Megan in the middle of the front seat, Jerad, JJ, and Brandon (all above 6 feet tall) in a row in the back seat, Bailey on Jerad's lap, Victoria in the feet area in front of JJ, me in Brandon's lap, and Morgyn laying across us in the back seat. It was a great car ride. When we got to iHop, since we took so long, there were people already there and when they saw us all get out of the car through the window their jaws dropped.

The last two weeks of school were almost completely uneventful except for me getting an award from Mrs. Brooks (insert smiley face here) for Best Student. I was really proud of myself, and the next day a few of my teachers congratulated me for it. The last day of school (May 29) was really fun also. All of my class periods were only about half an hour long but they were all memorable.

Last Wednesday (June 3) I had my surgery, which is why I didn't get to this through summer break until now. I had all four of my wisdon teeth removed. It felt really weird when the anesthesia first started getting to me. I got home around noon, and went straight to bed and didn't wake up until five that evening. At around seven I was gonna go back to sleep but my Dad had gone up to visit me. I really liked the card he got me, I'll make a blog about it in two weeks when I get back home. I didn't really do anything other than sleep until today.
I had my follow-up appointment earlier and he said that I was healing really well, and that it was much faster than he had anticipated so he's pleased with it.
Also, when I opened my mouth for him to check, he said, "Wow! You're opening up really wide for such a short period of time! That's really good." Hehe.

Soo...

She decided to stay with him.

She decided to give him a chance.

He decided to go to rehab.

I decided I'm not going to ever really forgive him.

I decided that I'm only putting up with him for my mom.





Formal is this Saturday... I have a date now.
Brandon =]

I can't wait.

Not even funny anymore.

We had to call the cops again.
I don't want to go into detail about it like before, but my mom, cousin, and me went to the house so that my mom could get the bill printed off of the computer for her to pay them. He decided to throw a fit, and started yelling and throwing things. We called the cops, but I'm not sure exactly what happened. We went to my Aunt Lizz's house and talked, and then to my Aunt Mary/Aunt Pat's to tell them about it. Then we came home.
Around nine that night, she got a call from the pay-phone that her husband used. She didn't answer, but he left a message. I don't remember what it said, but he threatened to kill himself. I'm not sure exactly what she did, but I do know that she went and picked up Amy and possibly called the police/ambulance and told them about it. She then called me around 22:30 to tell me that she and Amy were on the way to the hospital. I watched The Strangers, and went to sleep.
Then this morning, I was woken up by a phone call from my grandma who was at work, and she told me to try and call my mom and see if she picks up. At this point, for all I knew she could have been sleeping smack in the middle of my floor and I wouldn't have noticed, but I asked her if she had been home (Now I realize that it was a pretty stupid question, but I was tired.) and she said no. I kinda ignored it, and figured that she had stayed at my Aunt Lizz's house if anywhere, so she was fine. I talked to Lance for about half an hour about me being a whale, and then he had to do something (He told me, but I wasn't really listening.) and I wanted to try and call my mom. She was pretty much asleep when she answered, but she did. I asked her where she was, and she said that she had spent the night at the house. Her house. With David. She's stupid.
I was pissed, but I didn't say anything to provoke a fight right away, and just tried to ignore her stupidity. I had that conversation around 11 this morning, and now it's 15:whatever. I called her about 20 minutes ago, and she was still asleep. I don't know exactly what it was, but she got pissy and I just hung up. Now I have a different ride to go with my Dad for the week, and I'm trying to figure out what the hell Lance was saying.
I know this was short (again), but I'll hopefully blog later this week. I don't have anything else to do but I'll probably end up spending as much time as I can playing with Mattie and Hunter.

I can't even deal with it anymore.

I talked to Lance!

I'll get to the main topic, but first about Swine Flu. The first time I heard about it was when people in Cibolo were getting sick, so they closed down the entire Schertz-Cibolo school district (which is about 15 minutes away from mine). My school had been closed since Tuesday evening, so I had off Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday of this past week, but the school closed down until May 11, so I'm going to have all of next week off also. Fun, right? Yeah, right. I've just been sitting at home all day doing absolutely nothing. We aren't allowed to go anywhere because they don't want us to defeat the purpose of the schools closing. Whatever. Screw you, pigs.


So I was home alone all through the week, until when my grandma and grandpa dropped me off at my mom's work so that I could be with her this weekend. It was fun being there, she works in an office area where there are the cool-lookin' cubicles and I got to meet all of her friends. (I feel like I kept on blushing because they kept on commenting on how pretty they think I am.) But apparently they weren't allowed to have kids at her work, so I only had to wait there until she finished up whatever she was doing and then we were on our way. When we got out, her husband called her (He had lost his credit card. Jackass.) and was in a pissy mood and she hung up on him. So we went to the store, where he called her again and tried yelling at her because we weren't home yet but she hung up on him.

When we got to the house, he was there with his friend, Nacho, and they were out on the back porch drinking. He was already in a pissy mood, but we thought he was just being the regular asshole that he is. We were going to go see my cousin, because she had been having some problems, so we (me, my mom, her husband and Nacho) got in the car and left. He started being an asshole, cussing and yelling at my mom and me, and Nacho even knew that we were pissed and just tried to stay out of it. I got so mad at him, I was even yelling at him, then he would go on some rant that only consisted of all of his insecurities. He kept on yelling at my mom to let her out of the car, and she stopped at every light, but he tried to pretend that he couldn't get the car door open, at one point yelling, "Great! Now I'm trapped in here! You've got me trapped! This is JUST great!" Asshole.
When we got to my cousins, I went inside and I just hung out with Roberta and told her what happened and feeling a little better that I had talked about it. We got there around maybe 7 or so, and just did little things to occupy ourselves. Now, we didn't leave until around midnight, if not later, so around 9 I called a friend of mine who I hadn't spoken to in a while, but he didn't answer. My reaction to that was, in a monotone, "Aww dang." But I got lucky, and he called me back at arounf 11. I had a really good time talking to him, and it was nice to catch up. We talked about random things like, meat germs, measuring yourself, getting teeth removed (My surgery's currently scheduled for June 3, by the way.), and how much of a whale I am. I really enjoyed it. We would have talked longer than we did, but it was time for us to leave.
Once we got outside, her husband started yelling, "UNLOCK THE FUCKING CAR." and I got pissed right away. That asshole ruined my good mood from my phone conversation, and that's kinda hard to do. I started yelling back at him, and he tried to scare me, bumping his chest up. I went right up to him, yelled in his face, and pushed him. (He doesn't scare me, he's only around 5'7 (No offense to the small people out there.) and has maybe 4 braincells, none of which are useable.) Then we got into the car, and he kept on yelling at us, but I don't remember what he was saying. I yelled back, and he yelled back, and it went back and forth for not even a minute at which point my mom yelled at him, "Get out of my fucking car." and he replied with, "I will." but since he didn't do anything she yelled at him again and he screamed, "When you take me to my fucking truck, bitch." It's not even really his, his brother gave it to him. Then my mom put the car in reverse to go back to the house, and told him she was calling the police. He's so stupid that he said "Ok call them, I'm gonna embarrass you." Yeah, because we care enough, right?
Nacho then got out of the car, mumbled something to himself in spanish, and calmly walked out. I then followed, saying, "I can't stay in the car with him, he's disgusting." (Which he is.), and slamming the door behing me. I walked inside, so far beyond pissed off that I was crying. I have NEVER been that angry before. I walked inside to talk to Roberta (My cousin.), and maybe thirty seconds into the conversation my mom came in and told us that he had gotten out of the car.
On the way there, I had my iPod on low, trying to understand what I could of Nacho's spanish. When she had the chance to tell me what he was saying, she told me that Nacho told her that they had been drinking every day (She hasn't been allowing alcohol in the house for the past 2 or 3 months.) since arounf 3 in the afternoon. My uncle was going to go drop her husband off at the house, and she was pissed. After we dropped Nacho off, my mom told me she was going to call the cops, because the same thing had happened before and she didn't want to have to deal with him. The frighteningly tall police man (Well, not frighteningly, but around 6'6 or so. I have tall friends.) got to the house and all my mom wanted to do was to have them there so that it would be safe to get our things (My things were still packed for the weekend in my backpack, but she had to get some of hers.) and leave to stay at my house. We got our stuff and left. That was it. She's getting a divorce. I didn't get home until 1:40 in the morning.
This morning when we were in the car to go get her medicine, she was talking to his daughter on the phone, and apparently it looked like he was gonna go after me. (Of all the people to go after, choose the 13-year-old. Smart. I actually wish he had, so that I would be able to put him in jail. Worth it) When she went inside, she came back out looking pissed. She told me that he was sitting on the couch just watching T.V, the house trashed, and the cats quiet and trying to stay away from him. Today, she called my uncle to go with us to help out get more of her things and get the animals out of there whenever he gets here. She doesn't know what his plans are to do, but since she doesn't think that she could pay all the bills by herself, she's going to be looking for houses or whatever online and then we'll go look at them sometime later.

I'm tired.

Easter!

Hey, guys!
I know I promised a blog last week, but I've promised alot of blogs that end up being post-poned. Get over it.
Right now I'm at my Dad's house watching Mattie play while everyone else is cleaning. Except Hunter of course, he's getting into mischief as usual. They're all cleaning for the 'party' later on. We're gonna have our regular party-invited family who includes my grandpa's sister, Terry, her husband Danny, and their kids Sarah and Danny. Danny I think is going to be the closest to my age. He's a year younger than me. Also is going to be my Aunt Tracie, my Uncle Chris, and my cousin Tristen. But also I think is going to be my stepmom's brother whose name is unknown, and his girlfriend and newborn daughter. And I MEAN newborn, she's like a week old.

Earlier when I was dressed and downstairs, the three of us (Mattie, Hunter, and I) opened our Easter basktets. I got a shirt with Pandas, Twilight (again), and candy. Hunter got a big truck, which he loves, and a bunch of other toys and candy (which Rosalie says is only for show for the babies). Mattie got an entire plastic jewelry set that she won't take off.

Last Tuesday was my Math TAKS test, but it was material from last year so it seemed really easy to me. Alot of people struggled, but I'm sure I did good, even if not commended.

Well I know this is another short one, but Hunter's trying to bang the keyboard into pieces, and it's about time for them to be getting dressed and ready for guests. Have a Happy Easter!
(Hunter just fell off his plastic jumping zebra thing.)

Gummy day!

This is going to be a very short filler on the past two weeks.
I know it's been 2 weeks, but I simply haven't had anything to post about.
Nothing super exciting happened, and I don't see anything great happening any time soon. I've had a tiring first week back to school, and have been trying to catch up on sleep. I have to wake up at 6a.m. at the latest in order to be ready for school, and since I spent all of Spring Break going to bed past 2 in the morning, it was a difficult transition to make. I'm feeling better now, but I'm still going to bed past 11.
I'm, of course, going to try and find something to talk about, but it won't be for about a week. I'm going to have the TAKS Math test next week, and I'm going to have to do a bit of studying because since I'm taking a math course for a grade higher than mine, the questions on the test will be material I studied last year.
Right now I'm at my Dad's house. I've had a good amount of fun so far, I always enjoy being over here. Earlier today Mattie and Hunter got haircuts, and I thought it was so funny. My Dad had Hunter in his lap, and he was crying. It was too cute. He had little tears running down his face until I gave him some gummy candies. Mattie apparently thought it was funny also, because while she was getting her hair cut, she was trying to look at Hunter and was laughing at him.
Well, I need to go give my Dad a hand with the babies, I'll be back as soon as I can.

The Treaty of Paris ends the French and Indian War

TEN POINTS TO ANYONE WHO CAN HONESTLY GUESS THE YEAR THAT THE TITLE HAPPENED IN -- NO GOOGLING.

What's up, people?
It's been way longer than I wanted it to be since my last blog, but I've just been too lazy. After the TAKS (which I passed with a commended score on, with a 94 by the way), I didn't have anything interesting to share.

Then, last week, I just didn't have anything the least bit interesting to blog about. It was the end of the three weeks, which is when we have to have all of our test grades and stuff in for our progress reports, and I had a test in almost every class that week. In History, we had to memorize big events that happened in 1215, 1607, 1620, 1763, 1775, 1776, 1783, 1803, and 1860-1865. But I passed that, it was easy. In Algebra, I passed. Stupid polynomials. . .

Sooooooooooooo anyways.
SPRING BREAK IS FINALLY HERE.
Too bad I have NO PLANS. I'm here at my Dad's house until Tuesday, then I go back to NB with absolutely nothing to do but heroin. It's a joke, Dad. . . I've been having a pretty good SB visit so far. Today we didn't do much other than take care of the babies, but yesterday I went shopping with my Grandma, Mattie, and Hunter.
We didn't really do too much, but I realized how much easier it is to see the difference between the younger siblings. When Mattie doesn't get her way, she screams about the consequence even if she gets whatever back (she gets the toy back, or she gets to do what she wanted to), but when Hunter doesn't, he goes on. Leaves it at that. Shouldn't it be the other way around? Hunter's 1 year-1 month-1 week-and 1 day younger than Mattie, shouldn't he be the not-so behaved one? Either way, they're both adorable. Mattie says everything with the same little peppiness, and Hunter now copy's sounds. If you said, "Say GRAND-MA", he'll reply, "gahm uh". Cute, right?

Okay, now I remember. There was something that happened. There was actually, there was a speaker that went to our school, and he's the first motivational speaker our school has had who really did anything other than get me out of class early. His name was Shannon Pickard, and I don't know exactly what it was that he said, but whatever it was, when it came out of his mouth it got me thinking. I was thinking until I had gotten home and been there for a good hour or so and it was about what I want to do in life, and who I want to be.
Since I've figured that out, I know what I want to be when I "grow up". I've been trying just to put it past me, just because all of my friends have known for a while. We were all talking about it, and they were all naming specific things, but when they all turned and asked me, I couldn't tell them. I've even been going through this in my own head, I've wanted to have this figured out for a long time, but haven't been able to. It's not necessarily that I'm not good at anything. I have good grades, I'm not a horrible artist, and I'm not too bad on rhythm or with a guitar in my hands. I just didn't know. So I tried narrowing it down. I thought of the big categories first. There was Education, Studies, Health, and tons of different things going through my head. But I ended up narrowing it down into Entertainment, and I thought of all the smaller things in that. Acting, Art, Music, Dance, and a few others. Acting is fun sometimes, but not a career, Art is a big hobby, but again not a career, I love music and will always enjoy listening to and making it, but I couldn't do that forever as a job, and I don't dance well at ALL. So then I tried again. What do I do to entertain people? Then it came to me.
I love making people laugh.
That's it, right there. I'll do almost anything to crack a giggle from people, even if I have to say something completely out of the ordinary or make myself look like a person with ADHD on speed. It's great. It gives me that feeling that I may have just made that persons day a little bit better, or even if I don't, I know I didn't do anything to make it worse. It's just amazing, and I always seem to say the right thing to the right person. So that's it. A comedian. How many people do you think make that a SERIOUS career choice while they're still in Middle School? Most people I know choose something like an Electrician, or a Mechanic. Can you go to school for comedy? I don't even know yet, but that's it. If I ever, EVER change my mind on this, and don't have a back-up plan that I went to school for, you now have the right to e-mail me, ask my address, come to my house, and slap me. Anything else, you'll get payback 10-fold.

I really don't have anything else to say. . . Eh, on Wednesday, since I'm going to be at home by myself, I'm hoping to do another quick blog with whatever plans come up or about whatever I want to bring up. Since I'll also have the time to post pictures and add extra stuff that I've been too lazy to do thus far, I'll try and get some of that stuff done.

Well, my Dad needs help moving the babies swing set and barbecue pit, that's it until later this week.

Future Comedian OUT.

TAKS Testing and Trolls.

I was really hoping that I would be able to get back to this sooner, but I've had a pretty hectic 6 days.

All through the weekend I was forced to be at my Aunt Mary's lake house and watch my moms husband do renovations (he works in construction).

Monday I had a long night of relaxing for the next day, as we had the TAKS Test on Tuesday. For those of you not familiar with the TAKS, it stands for the Texas Assesment of Knowledge and Skills.

It's much more terrifying than you'd think.

You start taking the test in the third grade, and it doesn't matter whether you pass it or not until the fifth grade, since that's when we need to be able to move on to Middle School. Then it doesn't matter again until the eigth. We had our reading test, and the seventh graders had their writing test. (I actually wasn't worried at all, Mrs. Brooks said that she brags about me and that she has every faith in the world that because of my high expectations for myself, I can do anything I could ever want.) So Tuesday was the test, and we didn't get out of testing until 2:00 because they ran the lunches retarded, but it left me exhausted.

Yesterday I had to make a speech in Speech class. This time I didn't have a chance to get away from the aforementioned Harley, and it was terrifying. I could hear my voice crack and I choked up at least twice. Then I was buried in HW, including an entire History packet, Algebra I, and Spanish. It doesn't sound like much but the history was at least 6 pages.

Today was rather exciting though. We had advisory, which while in it we're supposed to be doing some Anti-Bully program, but our teacher doesn't make us, so we just sit there and talk. My friend Tommy brought six pages of Chuck Norris jokes, all of which were hilarious.

I also had auditions for a play today. It's called Melanie and the Trash Can Troll.

It's actually not as rediculous as it sounds.

I think I did pretty well, and hope to have the part of Mrs. Summerfield. I would absolutely hate to have Vivien's character. She's just an extra person, throughout the entire play, she speaks maybe 30 sentences. In an hour-or-less long play.

Well, I'm exausted. Hopefully tomorrow all my teachers will hate the world and let us sleep.
I can dream, can't I?

82-year-olds and Heroin Addicts.

I'm at home right now, thankfully out of the way of the rediculously humid and almost-ninety degree weather.

I actually think it's cool to finally have a blog of my own. I've been promising myself for the past month or two that I'll make a blog tomorrow, but it hasn't happened until now. I decided I would try it out since I've recently become borderline obsessed to other peoples blogs.

Anyways, I've been home for nearly an hour now from school at NBMS, and are trying to think of the least lame way possible to start this out. I'm also extremely tired from the whole 5 hours of sleep I got last night.

So, where should I begin? I live in somewhat-small-town New Braunfels, Texas and I'm the third-youngest student in my grade. My 3 closest friends are Morgyn, Victoria (aka Tori), and JJ, all of whom's pictures will be posted when I get the hang of this. My parents have been divorced since I was nine, and I don't live with either of them.

So, take that in, and digest it as my intro.

ANYways, here's what you'll hear (read?) me talking (typing?) about, and I'll just start off as an intro type thing. I promise though, it won't be like this next time.

I finally finished my rediculous book-report for Mrs. Brooks. She's my 82-year-old Language teacher, and she makes it as obvious as she can that I'm the favorite in her class. She had the class reading one of three books, and I read Man In the Woods. She said something about it being out of print, and judging by the books condition, it's extremely believable. Man In the Woods is a pretty interesting book, and extremely easy to read, but I wouldn't recommend it unless you're a big fan of hundred-year-old mysterys being solved and discovered because someone heroin-addict wants to gough a 14-year-old girls eyes out.

I'm failing art.

Speech class is getting even more unbearably boring, but still terrifying. Our classes next assignment is to make a How-To speech. Mrs. Condor decided to take advantage of my hairstyle and the small chance she has for me to emphasize it, so told me to give a "How To Dye Your Hair" speech. I'm usually excited to get in front of class and have all attention, but there's one person in my class who makes it the most terrifying thing in the world. Harley Rogers. I don't know exactly why it is, but having his hazel eyes on me, is the worst thing in the world. I really don't like him, but it's just terrifying. He's intimidating, and it makes me feel icky.

Science class is still lame. Actually, not completely. Yesterday I was picked up early in class, and was caught texting about 10 minutes earlier, so my mom had to wait 20 minutes until the Teachers Aide went to the very back of the school, got the phone, and brought it up to the front where we were. When we got into the car, she said "So what's your teacher's name again?" and I told her, "Mr. Adams." so she replied, "Tell him he's a schmuck and retarded for making me wait." So I did. It felt nice.

I had a Spanish test today. I feel really good about it, and I can't figure out what everyone was complaining about.

I also had an Algebra test. I failed.

Tomorrow, I'm going to record everything I do. It'll be my "Best Day Ever" 'vlog', if you will. It's actually just a list of errands to run, but I want to make it a little more fun and record everything. I'll put it up on YouTube (or MySpace) as soon as I finish the editing.

Well, this is taking me alot longer than I thought it would, so I now see why the people who's blogs I read say that it had been forever. Not only that, but I'm about to leave for my moms house (it's her weekend) in a minute, so I'll get back and write another blog as soon as possible.

So please come on back and read if you found this in any way interesting, if you didn't, SUCK IT.