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Let me just say, that the girl next to me in US History is amazingly hilarious.
"I feel so bad for his children! I bet they listen to angry rock music.. *angrily screaming* I HATE MY DADD! ROOOOARR! MY DAD! I HATE MY DAD!"
Priceless I tell you.
Well kids, looks like my house may be home base for New Year's, if we don't find anything else to do. Then again, I don't even know who I'm supposed to be hanging out with, or for all I know, I could already have plans and not realize it..
I really screwed up my arms. The basic story is, I have 2 stairways in my house; one leading from the basement to the 1st floor that's tile, and another from the 1st to 2nd floor that's carpet. So I woke up really early yesterday morning, like 5, and wanted a glass of orange juice. So I made it down the carpet stairs okay, and started to slip and fall on the tile ones. I didn't want to wipe out cause I knew that with my luck I'd break a bone or crack my head open.. so I held onto the railing with one arm, and the wall with the other.. only... think of all those laws of motion they drill into our heads.. 'an object in motion will stay in motion until acted upon by an opposing force' or whatnot.. well my body kept going forward. So since I was still gripping onto things and the rest of me was falling.. it hurt. And it hurts worse today, I feel like I can't make big movements, like when I tried to pick up my bag, I was positive my arms would just pop out.
ANNNDD I just want it to be break so I can go places.
Mine and Jess' movie par-tay is gonna be so hXc.. Oh yeah, I realize that parties normally have guests.. Maybe we'll have some.
Secret Santa woooo! Too bad I already know who everyone has. Oh well.
My daddy got hit so he couldn't come pick me up, and Gen had to. So I was looking for her car and waiting for her, and Brett came and told me some jokes. So high fives to Brett for that.
I think the best part about Christmas is candy canes. They should be in abundance all year long..
It's really sad, english paper due Friday, math test Friday, US test Thursday.. come on guys, it's almost XMas! (X cause it's hXc)..
I was reading over some things I wrote, mainly during 8th grade. It's hilarious because they're so.. basic? I can't think of a good word, I need a thesaurus. What I mean is, I can read it, and immediately connect it to the event I was writing about. There was no creativity to it whatsoever. Not that I think I'm a creative person now, but it was so bland. I might as well just have written a poem entitled "This is a poem about the time that I liked this guy and he didn't like me back and it was sad.." Because after the first line, it's like 13 year old emo. It was pretty interesting though, to see how I've changed over a short period of time, and how I'm still the same. I think I was way more concerned with having an 'image' or a reputation preceding me. I suppose that's pretty natural, one never completely understands life and it's ways, let alone in 8th grade.
Winter is.. I think.. my second favorite season. Naturally my number one is summer because it's completely carefree and whatnot.. but.. winter is so beautiful. Waking up is hard to do, but when I get up and look out my window and see a blanket of white, it's tempting me to go out there. A lonely leafless tree looks pretty boring, but when the snow falls on it, and there's sun peeking out and reflecting off of the crystals.. you start to appreciate the beauty of little things.
Something I like to do a lot. I really enjoy just thinking about the little things that make me smile. It's like, you could sit here and tell me things; compliment me or something... and whether it is sincere or not, I think listening to my favorite cd and starting to sing the next song before it even starts would make me happy. Putting on a new hoody. Opening a present; no matter what it is.. opening it is the best part. Watching the people around you.. not in a scary way.. but in a way that makes you think about the way you carry yourself. Knowing someone so well that you can be sure of what their thinking just by their expression. Knowing someone so well that when they say something to them and you can't hear or see them, like they say it to you online, or someone tells you the story about them, and still you can imagine their voice and facial expressions when they said it. Seeing your favorite band live.. I don't think that will ever get old. Getting mail that is addressed to YOU and is unexpected rather than a letter postmarked to 'Current Resident.' Unexpected hugs. Someone new saying hi to you. Random compliments.
you are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins
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