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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?