Finals. Day 2

Today I did everything in my power to not think. Even while taking the Algebra final, I did my very bestest not to put a coherent thought together.

And it worked in truth.

But on with the earlier day. It began with me asking D.J where our spanish final was, then asking Joey, then when both of them turned out ot be completly useless, I asked Jon.

Jon aslo was not worth asking.

HOWEVER! He asked McIver while I stood a safe distance away from the She Devil. *Its a good thing I don't resort to name calling*

Its a good thing he asked, because I would of waited in the cafiteria for a long while because the final is tomorrow. WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME!

So now I'm franticly studying for Algebra, running around filling out Science guids, and review the numbers in spanish. This lasted for a whoping 5mins until I took a "Lets make Kristi clean out my locker" brake.

Kristi didn't clean out my locker, but thats the way the cookie crumbles.

All in all the day was a good one. I manged to have one final prestentation bomb while in health. I think its a bad thing when your group members sit down in the middle of your talk about LSD.

Algebra would of been easy if I had studied like I planed to. Which I didn't, so it was less that satisfactory.

It's not quite sunk in that tomorrow is my last day in 8th grade, the last day I get to see my friends every day. I don't know how I will handle not seeing them all the time. It's been 5hrs sense I've talked to Jon and I am suffering withdrawel.

Luckly the parents have me on a 8 day bluegrass program known as Vacation. With a capitol V. Yep...

Only even though it hasn't quite sunken in, I think somehwere in my selfconsciouse it knows things are changing, because I've suddenly lost all drive to study for anything, which could prove disasterouse come tomorrow's finals.

I also wore the infamouse sandles with socks. 6 people acted as though I was creating a great moral injustice by this act of socks. Perhaps they expected better from I of great fashon sense. Or perhaps they are just nosy. Either way, it's my last few days of 8th grade and I'll freakin wear what I want.

Peoples: Chelsea's mom went to Las Vagas.

Jon: Ah, Las Vegas, you put a quarter in and they give you the fun.

Some person: It's her mom!

Toady, I was eaten by a tomato.

With two days left of school, I found it necessary to get a head start and not study at all for finals!

Until my mommy made me, she's very uh..perswaysive. Yep.

You know what? I just relized something, I don't feel like updated. So you know what? I'm going to stop now.

......and now I'm back. You know waht sucks? I have to shower tonight. I've gotten rather used to this shower in the morning bussness.

But I have finals. Finals suck, I hate them. I suppose thats kinda a given, I mean, who actually likes finals? Teachers don't, I don't, other people don't, but most importantly, I don't.

Speaking of Mexico, I got a sunburn today. When I say today, I mean yesterday. It's a very angry red color.

Becasue you know, not all sunburns are red. No, this isn't very well known information, but some sunburns turn blue. It's true, I'm not making this up. I'm risking everything by letting this information leak.

Learn from this people, never tell me your deap dark secrets, I will end up informing all 2people who read this.

Actually, I'm very good at keeping secrets, really, I have no one to tell. Thats how sad my little life is. My problem seems to be with honosty and procrastenating.

So.....yep. Finals tomorrow, I think I already told you that. Spanish is the one I'm not worried about. I know I"m going to fail. However, I have mastered the sentance "Un momento profavor" so if they ask me that, I'm in good shape.

I think it translates into "Excuse me, do you know where I left my pudding?"

No, no it does not. But it should, because thats a darn nifty thing to know how to say. Why, I can think of a whole...2.5 *thats two in a half for all you stupid people* scenarios when it would be needed to say that in Spanish.

Anyhoo, everyone knows what finals mean, yes, thats right. Orange Juice.

Why? We all know that O.J is a important part to a balanced breakfest, and we all know those are important to finals. Or so they say...Personaly, the breakfest thing never really worked out for me.

I think its a hoax. Yeeeeeeees. Thats right...HOLY CRAP!

Tomorrow is my last day of McIver! E.V.E.R

Lets take a moment to remember this...moment.

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*Flashback ends*

I"m off the save the world using only a balogna sandwich and my spanish skills!

*Jumps away*

Family Reunions

Here in Indiana, memorial day is known for the Indy 500. Now, we can't actually watch it on T.V because they don't show it, they want us to go see it. So, all us lazy people listen to it on the radio.

I also suppose Memorial Day is for family picnic things. Though my Social Studies teacher says its to remember soldiures. Yeah, we'll do that too.

Anyhoo, I was forced to go spend family bonding time with an assortment of deranged relitives I'm pretty sure I'm not related to. Really, I think people off the street just stoped by for food.

Which was kinda dumb becase they didn't even have cake. I'm making sure there is cake next time.

The only good thing was this was the OTHER family.. Meaning, not realted to my mom, not the Ancestors, not snooty, not filthy rich, *With acceptions*  and not proper.

With the mothers family you 'dress' for dinner, you use the wrong fork and your shunned. I'm not kidding, just ask Cousin Eddy, or better yet, don't. He's kinda off these days.

With the OTHER family, we find it best not to use forks. Mind you, these people were most likly fun at one point in their life, but now they are old, or they are young, and gosh darn I'm quite the outsider.

But oh was it fun watching people fish for 6hrs.

But Patrick got third/forth in the race!

...Yum..French Fries..

HAPPY 2000

I'd like you direct your attention to the hit counter, yep, the big 2000!

 

Thank you, that is all

A true friend

 Virginia’s really lazy. Thought everyone should know that. This is Kristi. I’m editing her stupid blog cause she  is that lazy. Uhmm. . .. What to put. . .She wanted me to talk about how cool she is but we all know that would be a lie.  I would put an art thingie on here but you guys are fortunate enough that I have no Idea how to. So that means that you won’t have to see that gay Jane thing. * I think Virginia’s in love with a chick named Jane if you ask me.*

Ok, I’m done.

Leave comments.

-Kristi

 

 

Okay, the Ja-Ne thing is a way of saying "see ya later" and what not in Japanese, I don't even know a Jane, and Krsiti is mean.

Teacher: Name the 5 stages of matter *Yes, there are five*

Class: Liquid, Solid, Gas, Plasma..

Ester: BUGS! Is bugs one!?

Teacher: I was looking for BEC....

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There you ahve it, the five stages of matter. Liquid, Solid, Gas, Plasma, And Bose Enistine Condienseation.

Hows that for a science lesson?

Stairs, Sneezes, and Socks. *needes something else that started with an S*

Righto chap. Feeling much better, seems that 15hrs of drug induced sleep does the body good, even when odd dreams occur.

I had three dreams last night, all of which were about assorted friends going to the hospital, then going to the park.

Parks are fun. Hospitals are not.

Today in honor of not falling asleep at 7, I decided to do the laundry. On the way down the stairs with the laundry, I sneezed, triped on my English Binder, and fell the remaining 7steps. This can only mean one thing...

My theory that schooling is deadly is true. Its the only answer. No, do not think that everything would of been fine had I cleaned the steps when my mom told me a week ago. Becasue it most certanly wouldn't of been. Your lucky I'm alive or you wouldn't have these wonderful things to look foward to.

Kristi asked me a question about yesterday. I told her I didn't know because I was only half alive. Then I relized thats usually how I operate and so far so good.

Because if your in tip top condition you have the urge to do crazy things like laundry, you trip on your homework which you also did, fall down the stairs, and die.

Thus procrastenating is the way to live longer! Think about it, procrastenators don't get around to hurting them self!

Today we took our ITE final and I relzied that perhaps I should of done some of the computer work insted of having Jon do it all. Yep, I'm so going to fail that class.

But you know what? Who flippin cares? Not I, not I at all. No, what I do have to worry about is what to eat. I have been informed I am incharge of my own dinner tonight.

Can you say pizza tacos? With orange soda of course.

Randome Person in English class: Yesterday I seen you at the store!

Mrs. Peoples: Someone don't got good English.

*She wasn't trying to make a joke*

passing out

passing out is fun

Letters from the teacher

In contrairy to the song I am listening to, I am not feeling very perky. It's realll quite a shame, but I'd like nothing more then to pass out for the next few days.

But I won't and I can't so I shall continue the rambelings of a 8th grader.

As we all know, I love Algebra. It is quite possibly my lifes calling, I don't know how I'd live with out it, I understand it more then anything else in this world.

That is what I'd be saying were I some other kid, in another town, far, far away from Mr. Barrett. Insted, I force my way through homeowkr and leave lovly little comments on my papers.

Yesterday he passed the papers back and to my not so surprise he left comments back! Lets go through them.

Me: I don't get this crap!

Barett: It appears as though you do.

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Me: Dear Mr Homework,

I am quite certain that the homework assignment took three years off my life, I despise you and your teaching methoids.

                                          Sinceraly Virginia

Barett: Well, with all of the new technology I guess this means you can only live 134years. Thanks for the compliment. :)

                                                       Sincerely,

                                                                   Teaching Methods

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Me: I really really really dislike you!

                                            A concerned Student

Barett: What does concemed mean? :)

*Yes, my handwriting is a bit sloppy*

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Me: This homework brought to you complaments of the calculator.

Barett: Thats what you were supposed to do anyway :)

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Me: You suck Mr. B!

Barrett: YEAH YOU TOO! :)

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Me: I HATE FACTORING!

Berett: But its So fun! :)

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Anyone else notice the over use of the smilie face after all of his messages? A few of those smilies were disorted things, frightening really.

 I found a dinasore today. It's name was Lucifise.

How do I know this? Anyone remember the depantsing issue?

Yep, I found Kristi's stupid dianasore in Science.

I was even nice and gave it back to her!

Me: Look what I found! Kristi's stupid dinasore!

Laura: How do you know its Kristi's?

Me: How many other 8th grade girls carry a dinasore around?

Laura: True...

P.S I wore socks with sandels, I originaly didn't have the socks on, but my feet started to hurt so on went the socks. Kristen said I crack her up, Ben said I'm a loser.

You win some you loose some.

Oh, speaking of being a loser, I got MVP for girl's track. Yay?

stupid rich people

Alrighty, this girl is having her sweet 16, she's getting a car, she's getting a dress, in Paris.

For 10,000 dollars. Thats the dress, not the car, the car is a Land Rover.

She auditiond like 7 guys to carry her into her party, all of them were polo players. What is it with polo players?

She wants a poney, in the room, for her party.

 What do I want for my sweet 16? A pizza.

With lots of cheese.

Oh look! Quote from the show! "If you don'[t get me a car on October 25th I'll never talk to you again!"

I know I know, but she's not mean, really she's not! She's just your avrage spoild millionair who cares about no one but her poney and polo players.

Okay, now, this is all BEFORE her 16th birthday so technicly she's 15. She's one year older then me. Thats it.

I really want that pizza. The rest of the money can go to charity or the rubber factory or something.

"I don't have an ATM or my Car! They killed my birthday!"

I am so getting that pizza. Who needs polo boys? Or Paris, or a Dress, Or a car, or a ATM? Just me and that pizza, sucha wonderful wonderful pizza.

And who wants to wear a dress on your birthday? Not I, it would interfear with my pizza eating.

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School is fun, school is good, school is slowly sucking my life out of me. But that is school.

Me: Wind sucks
Kristi: itd be alot warmer if it wasnt windy
Kristi: *it messes my hair up*
Me: lol
Me: i can't rollerblade against he wind
Kristi : lol
Kristi: go with it!
Me: Oh?
Me: So how would I get  back?
Kristi : yeah. . .
Kristi :rollerblading backwards
Me: ....
Me: I don't think that would work

"I'm not out to change the world, just a few minds"-Toast

Medley

Da da da da da da da daaaaaaa BATMAN!

 

Hows that for an update?

Yay!

So what does a 14year old girl do on a Friday night? I mean sure, I'm invited to like 14parties, and its difficult for me to decide which to go to, but how does one decided which party to attend? Its really quite simple.

Be like me, act like a nerd, and go to the only party available to you.

It. Was. Awesome.

So I won't bore you all with minor little details, but rather, a list, in no particular order, of events of importants.

1. Derek can not eat for 5hrs strait.

2. It is possible to get stuck to a velcro wall and not kill yourself.

3. Unless your a guy, then its going to hurt.

4. Pizza, is good.

5. Pizza with a twenky, a chockolet cookies, and a cheeto, is not.

6. Bublle Boy is a good movie.

7. I think.

8. When D.J hits you on the head with a vollyball, it means he has accepted you.

9. I have a bruse to prove I've been accepted.

10. Its really cool looking.

11. Magical Maze is a bummer to set up.

12. Posing for pictures in odd ways isn't fun.

13. Throwing water at Jon is.

14. Only until he puts an ice cube down my shirt...

15. And then pours a cup of water down my neck.

 

Yep. Lists are fun, but I'm tired to typing this stupid thing. So I"ll stop and leave you with this

Jon : Bored out of my mind.

Virginia : I'm sorry. Have you tried alphabatizing your socks?

Jon : ... No. And I don't think I will.

Virginia : Thats good, because it would be difficult.

Virginia : I mean, how does one go about alphabiatizing their socks?

Jon : I haven't a clue.

 

P.S We got the year books today, I'm in it 11 times. Yay!?

Foooooooooooood

Me? How am I you ask? I'm okay I guess. I suppose I should start at the begining, and go towars the end, becasue taht seems to be the way people like to do it. As apposed to starting at the end and going to the begining.

It all involves a ping pong ball, a chipmunk, and a long trip to Mexico.

Well no, not really, but that be cool if it did. No, this invovled chior.

Well, no, no it didn't. This invovled me.

Yep. Thats how it happend folks.

What else....stupid homework so close to hte end of school. Ediot teachers.

God I'm hungry.

Stupid chior, I hate chior. This entry has been pointless

Antindote!

 

Me: SPIDER!

Leonte: Wow! *grabs paper and starts following spider* He's..no! ITs a she! She's so light! I can feel her!

*Spider falls to groud, I try to step on it*

Leonte: NOOOOOOO DON"T KILL HER! Run to freedome!

*Me on all fours looking for spider to smush*

Leonte: *He's still holding that paper* Nevermind! It's still on the paper! *he puts paper in my hair*

Me: AH! *High pitch girlish scream*

Jon: *Laughing*

Me: Shush, you know you'd scream just as loud were it you.

Jon: Probably louder, and more high pitched

 

I end this with this message. I am a jerk, do not talk to me for I will most likly make you cry.

Peace Love Multicolord papreclips

Thou art sports star

Ladies and Gents, you should feel honord to read the blog of the best shotputter in the city.

Thats right, 125lbs of blond hair just threw an 8lb ball 27ft.

I beat out Stamper, who actually trains for the stupid event. It's all a mind game you see, shotput that is.

I get to the meet only to find out Quillen didn't bring the shot or anything, so I just walked around with Laura who does discuss until I see Stamper with her dad practicing.

I walk over to the circle, by my self with no one else but the three f us around. I just sit down and stair at her. I'm sure I looked very impressive. I hear her dad whisper "She's forming a statagy"

Okay, what kind of stratigy is there to throwing a stupid ball? Really, this girl shouldn't  be worried, she beat me yesterday, why would today be differnt?

Becuase I'm pysicing the sucker out. First throw comes up and it turns out she's right before me. Great for me, horrible for her. I know what I have to beat while she lives in antispation. She gets a 26.6 on that first one.

I get 24.9, Which at the time, was my highest throw. Ever. So what hope do I have beating Stamper who is 200lbs heavier then me? She goes and gets teh shot, I say good job, she says good luck, she throws again.

26.6. Again. Mrs. Boles is threating me if I don't get a win. Don't know what she could do, the seasons over after this.

She gets the shot, she says good luck, I say good job. I throw, it hits the dirt which is good because thats what I was aiming for.

27something feet. I hear some of the parents muttering and Boles is cheering.

Stampers best is 26something.

She didn't get hte shot or say good luck the last time.

SHe only threw 25, I threw 26.

Some guy walks up to her dad and asks how she's doing *She was number 1* He says in this very angry tone "Second"

Guy: To who!?!

Stampers Dad: Her *points to me*

Guy: Haha! The little blond girl!?

Stampers Dad: Come on Alexis.

Mrs. Boles: YOU BEAT STAMPER! YOU BEAT STAMPER!

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Heh, had this long thing with Jon about youthgroups. I said I didn't like the people in mine.....Stampers in mine. Is it wrong to want to go to a place so you can silently brag?

With God praising too, of course.

No, Youth group isn't a good idea. Considering I made Stamper Cry.

Don't look at me like that! Its not like I was the one cheering me on or anything...

Heh, I won.

Stupid people and stupid things

In my endevor to avoid Algebra, I stumbeled upon the T.V, and with every good televison viewing experence come the wondeful commercials.

Ladies and Gents, let me introduce you to "DOODLE BEAR!"

A teady bear you can draw on, make your own, personalize *yes, thats the same thing* a way to expresse your natural artistic ability.

Well, I hate to be the braker of old news, but folks, you can do that with any teddy bear and some magic markers.

CRAFT TIME WITH TOAST!

Me: Now today boys and girls, we'll be taking these boring, yet perfectly acceptable to socity bears, and savigly mutilating them to our own whimes.

Randome Mindnumbing children: Yay! Your the coolest Virginia!

Me: I know, now everyone, grab your teadybear by the neck, this way, they can't escape and their screams are muffled. You can use anycolor you like to do anything you wish, I prefure to draw small eyepatches. Whats yours Billy?

Randome Kid who's name is apparently Billy: Mines a remake of the coolest superhero ever! Spiderman! You see, he's got the spider on his chest and everything!

Me: Wow Billy! That looks really great! Only, I"m sorry, Spiderman dims in compairishon to Cyclopes of the x-men, I'm afraid that I must put that hidiouse knock off of a superhero through the paper shredder.

Billy: NOT SPIDY!

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And so you see, children should never be allowed to express their creativitiy in frear of sevier emotion stress.

No, nothing like that has ever happend to me....yep, never was I told my doggy was ugly and "Spot" for a name wasn't original enough. Nope, never were my dreams of having an ordenary looking dog, named Spot, a perfectly respectful name might I add, crushed.

So...what about that wacky Indiana weather?

It sucks to shop for shorts in 40 degree weather.

So this guy named Don Merman, is a grill Cheese champion. Basicly, he eats food, and gets famouse/paid/jews of unimagenable riches.

Except you know, for that last part.

I gotta go fail Algebra.

Hotdigidy Dog *Heh, thats like Hotdog*

Things I have learned this week.

1. Even if there isn't coffee in it, anything from Starbucks will make you hyper, even orange juice.

2. It is possible for me to score higher on a Algebra test then Jon.

3. I compair my self with Jon too much.

4. I just learned number 3.

5. I could work as Lowes.

6. Sometimes, it is fun to slow dance. *Shut up Kristi*

7. The guy at Best Buy thinks I have good music tastes.

8. The girl at Best Buy thinks I'm anoying.

9. I go to Best Buy too often.

10. It is possible to enjoy your weekend.

11. Never tell your grandfather you have Algebra homework.

12. Sometimes the answer really is 7.

13. Jimi is the sloweset typer on the face of the earth.

14. He also is a proud bench sitter.

15. I'm obsessed with looking at pictures at my friends.

16. That little pile of cash does eventually run out.

17. Mom dosn't find it funny when I owe her 25dollars.

18. Two old ladies work at JC Pennys.

19. No one really knows what "J.C" stands for.

20. Teenagers like to changer their minds. A lot.

21. Deciding what lamp to buy should not be taken lightly. *heh, a pun!*

And thats what I learned. Very few of those things came from a class room. Very few will I ever become famouse for knowing. Very few I remember...but remember this my friends, when doing your resurch report, do not prepair, rather pray that the school is hit by an astroid and the project will be postponed.

In the unlikly even this acutally happens, don't use the new alloted time to get your presentation together, rather spend it cooking for the hungry, and reading to the eyeless.

Yes, the eyeless, Yes, I stole that from a movie. No, I will not site my sorces! Why? Because this is a free country and I don't wanna!

*And I've forgotten what movie*

Me, Talking to Kristi on the internet.

Me: Hey!

Kristi: Hey! You get power back yet?

Me:......

Kristi: Okay..stupid question.

Power

Power went out ofr about an hour. Just came back on. The enitre neighborhood was out along with a few others. Dad says it was a mass Iraqy squirel suicide bomber.

I have my doubts

I have a job at LOWS!

Rainy day, yet its somehow tempting to go outside.

Figures.

Went to Lowes to buy a lamp. Big decision in my family, wasn't sure the parents marrage could make it threw it.

It did.

Walking out the the store some guy stoped me to ask if I worked there.

I'm 14 years old, I don't look any older, and I'm wearing an "Offspring" T-shirt. Does this usually fit the description of Lowes employ?

Mom says I should of told him "No, but I stayed in a Holiday Inn last night"

Do you really think the guy who thought I worked at Lowes would of understood a joke? Let alone a bad joke?

Last night Kasey's boyfriend told me he wished he was a tornado...because tornaods are wendy...yep. He's a keeper.

Derek was very nice and got on just long enough to start a arguement over Fall Out Boy and weather or not their a good band.

Kristi is angerd because Ryan from teh OC needs a hair cut I guess.

*Looks fine to me*

Saw Cowboy Andy again last night at Cracker Barrel. Only this time he didn't have the hat and I decicded that curely hair just isn't my thing.

He's still is very tan.

I have to go pretend to do my hair. *Yeah, like that will happen*

Fun with the internet.

Dance tonight, meaning right after school. GOt some great pics. I had a lot of fun though I know some others didn't and I feel really bad about that.

I am very content with my night. I even found this...

"Peaches"

Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
Gonna eat me a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches
Movin' to the country,
gonna eat a lot of peaches

Peaches come from a can,
they were put there by a man
In a factory downtown
If I had my little way,
I'd eat peaches every day
Sun-soakin' bulges in the shade

*Insurt other verse that I'm not going to post here*

Millions of peaches, peaches for me
Millions of peaches, peaches for free

Look out!

By the "Presidents of the United States of America"

I like
Googlisium, I was bored

 

toast is being served
toast is charity
toast is toast
toast is brown * I'm the whitest person I know*
toast is good
toast is nothin but heathers on permanent rerun *Intersting..*
toast is never satisfied *...maybe..*
toast is the very thread which holds together the uneasy seams of modern society *SWEET!*
toast is shot *Bummer*
toast is toast unable to deliver message to the following address *It's true, I can't follow directions*

toast is a process *Sure*
toast is the most *You bet*
toast is more fattening than bread *Heh*
toast is england by nick ahad england fans will be able to enjoy a 7am pint as they watch the world cup in pubs this summer *Do you even know what that means?*

Old people suck

I relized that you can't complain unless you have someone to complaine to. So really people if you don't talk to me I won't complain and then I won't feel like a bad person.

So I'm blaming all of you, because its the mature thing to do.

Heh, funny thing about student council. You actually have to voulenteer and stuff! I've done my bit but its the end of the year and I figured I should just beef up that list. I was stupid.

So what am I doing? I'm going to prom! With a senior!

Senior citizen that is, and its a old people prom, and it sucks.

I mean, it dosn't suck! Its chairty! Voulenteering is fun! Doing good works are fun! Oh heck, who am I kidding.

I DON'T WANNA GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Perhaps a retirement home would be fine. Those old people are cool. BUt this is a nursing homes. I don't like nursing homes. This one in particular. Tis like  a jail.

They have this red button someone on the insdie has to press inorder for you to get inside the building. Its there so whatever is IN the building can't get out....

I love these people, there so nice, but their in there for a reason, and the reasons arn't too pleasent.

And when they say "Come dance with old people!" What they really mean is keep the lady with the atomadic wheel chair from raming into the grumpy man with the cain who pokes her everytime she gets with in a 4ft radius.

Then you get to feed the crazy lady and grumpy old guy. If your luck the skinny old man with the walker will chase you around.

Running down a hallway, with an old guy trailing, in a skirt.

That could be a song....an odd song..but a song none the less. You don't believe me? I'll show you all one day...if I survive the old people.

In other news I skiped track to come home and update..I mean do homework. Yep. I'm only an incredible large amount behind in English, and Social Studies is bringin up the rear.

In other news besides the other news my Science class scares me. Bell rings, guy stands up, starts to sing "I'm a handsome man" and runs down the hall way.

Yep. I'm going to go eat now.

Shawargal.

Now, before we move onto yesterday, I'd like to tell you all my parents are crazy. I'll explane that later. If I remember...if I forget then I won't explane because I won't remember....yep.

Yesterday!

Dustin had a mini pair of sunglasses that he put around a face he drew on his thumb. I will forever have nightmeres of the dancing thumb man.

Jon thought it would be a good joke to hand me a copy of "Working Mother" Magazeen. I thought it was funnier when I handed it back to him saying he needed it more.

In science we talked about the birds on some island, and how no one really knew how they got there. I don't know why anyone would care...but I came up with a few therories. They all tie into the illegal bird trade.

Tis a dangerouse trade made up of bird dealers who sell them to the old ladys of the island. Becasue as we all know, old ladys like bird.

The danger of the ILLEGAL BIRD TRADE! *I like capotils* Is that sometimes the old ladys get rough, and turn on the bird dealers. They attack, using their cains to hit the dealers in the head and their hearing aids to communicate with one another. They train their birds to peck out the eyeballs of any dealer using a slow, painful, blood technique.

Or maybe all the birds got to gether, decided they didn't like the social system of their home country and feld to America...I mean to the island of their choice.

Don't you love learing about evolution? *No old ladies/birds/dealers, were harmed in the making of this section*

Apparently, the human is loosing their pinky. This is really a shame as I am quite fond of mine. It lets me uh...and then theres...heck, its useless, might as well cut it off now.

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Thats all I remember from yesterday. Exciting I know. Not everyone can be as incredible awesome as I.

Kasey wore my trade mark shirt for tracktoady. Perhaps it will let her have my incredible superpowers of procrastenating and homework avoidance!

NO! I do NOT have to do my student council/English presentation/social studies project! TIS A LIE THEY TOLD YOU!

Yep, it's good to know I'm on top of things, what with it being so close to the end of the year and all. I can't imagen what things will be like after hte next 13ish Days. And because I can't imagen, its not going to happen.

Yep. Time is going to stop....now.

Well, the clock is still going, so maybe it will stop...now.

I'll update you with timestoping news at a later date...only it will be the same date then....speaking of dates, I've never been on one!

Heh, thats a lie.

But so is the fact that I was attacked by a chipmunk, but people believe that. Show a few people an old scar and they'll believe anything.

This post isn't all that long..I'm just obsessed with the space bar, just be glad I use complete sentances insted of that anyoing internet speak.

Free physicals tonight, I will not be getting one. I know I'm not physically fit, I don't need no stinkin doctor to tell me that!

Heh, thats a lie to. I'm not going because I'd have to go the docotor dude anyway, so might as well save my self *meaning my warlord of a mother* a trip.

Speaking of my mother, she's currently angered by me. No, my grades are fine, No, my room is no messier then usual, No, I don't hang out with the wrong crowd, No, I am not avoiding her, No, I am invovled in plenty of school activities. Yes, I bring in my dishes, Yes, I do my homework *eventually...* No, I have not missed a day of school.

Why is she mad then?

I was sitting wrong.

"Virginia, you need to sit up"

"Virginia, your so slouched over!"

"I'm sending to polishing school!"

"Virginia, your old enough to sit like an adult!"

Heh, I liked that one, even laughed, but that made her madder. Old people are adults, and they ALL slouch. I'd like to see my mom try to correct one of them. Maybe they'd unleashe there kung-fu cain skills upon her dyed hair. *Woops, not supposed to tell people about that...*

You see? I'm not mature, I'm not an adult. How can I possibly sit like one!? Tis perposterouse! *sp?*

Then the father yelled at me for...doing laundry? *sigh* Why can't I get in trouble for ordenary things like drug dealing or mouthing off or fighting or you know, something actually wrong?

Yesterday I think I forgot to tell you that Chase is in my anti-drug group in Health. Something tells me he isn't going to be pulling his weight.

Me: Its a striver

Laura: A "Striver"?

Me: Uh...yeah...I couldn't decided between "stream" and "river"

Laura: I know how you feel.

Intersting mornings, Drug Busts, and my inability to keep things from the parents

Ah, the wonderful world of staderized testing found me again this morning. The first two periods of my day were spent slowly dieing as I answer questions about slope and the quadratic formula.

Things picked up quite a bit.

Fith period ends, I'm walking to socialstudies, Chrolessa goes by pushing a wheel chair yelling "CHASE OVERDOSED!" Right behid her is Hogan and a nurse pushing CHase in a wheel chair, he dosn't look so good.

Run into Vidhi, apparently he kinda passed out in Math. Chrolessa and Josh carried him out.

I make it to social studies in one piece. Micheal is in that class and he's got drugs in his locker. He knows the police are going ot search everyone, so he's looking pretty nervose. We had a sub, so he asked to go to the bathroom. When she said no, he freaked and just ran out of class to his locker.

Charley at this time is looking out the window. The police just showed up along with...2 ablulences? There goes Matt and Joel who just stoned. Charlie yells "I gotta throw up!" And takes his leave.

He's not on drugs, he just likes watching cops take stoned people away. That didn't come out right....

He walks back up 10mins later and tells us it was a faulse alarm, and he just had to burp.

By luch Matt, Joel, Chace, Jessica, Samantha, are all at the hospital

By 8th period Amena was added to the list.

I do have more funny stuff to add to this though! Science I took notes on things to put in here, kinda got side tracked...I'll post tomorrow, I know it's difficult for you all to read this small font.

Oh! And the inablity to keep things from the paretns is this. At lunch Kristi asked me if I would tell my parents, I don't know why I wouldn't, but I didn't need to.

Dad heard it on his police radio thingy they all wear. Walks home and yells "Hey! So they missed your locker?"

Isn't he loving? 

DEAL WITH IT!

Laura: It would be weird if we had shells....

Me: TEENAGE MUTANT NIJA TURTLES *begins to hum theme song*

Sweet

Main Entry: ex·is·ten·tial·ism
Pronunciation: -'ten(t)-sh&-"li-z&m
Function: noun
Date: 1941
: a chiefly 20th century philosophical movement embracing diverse doctrines but centering on analysis of individual existence in an unfathomable universe and the plight of the individual who must assume ultimate responsibility for his acts of free will without any certain knowledge of what is right or wrong or good or bad

Talent Shows, Rich English guys with snotty voices, and other things you should watch on T.V

At the moment I am very comfortable. Just got back from the track meet where it is quite possible I came in first, took a shwoer, and now I'm in a hoddy with guys basketball shorts on.

Can't forget the socks and sandels.

AOL needs to add smily faces to their format, I'd use a big one right now if I could. But I can not, sadly. *this is where I'd put the sad face*

During chior I did Algebra, During Spanish I sang, During Health I found out there was no need for me to do Algebra because there was a talent show 7th period, and I would 'conveniently' miss the test.

Shame.

Jon also found out the talent show was today for the first time during third period. It ment more to him considering he was MCing with Jimi. This made it difficult to come up with a less corney script.

Laura and I were there 15mins early to make sure we had good seats so we could mock them in front of their peers. You couldn't ask for better friends.

We had the dancers, we had the singers, we had the poets, and we had the story teller.

All but maybe 2 singers sucked, the story was about a girl in the 1960's and in my unofficall opinion, it lacked charicter growth and a emtional story plot.

But thats just me.

Now the poem, the poem was something else. The poem was written by Elizibth. You may remember Elizibth as the girl who asked for Jon's autograph...twice. You may also remember Elizibth is deaf. I don't have anyclassses with her, but I've talked with her a few times. She has P.E the period before me, and sometiems she's in the locker room when I go in.

She's only in there because someones taken her cloths and thrown them in the toliet, making them groose.

Her peom was intitled "Invisable" Jimi introduced it by saying "Up next is Elizibth reading her peom 'Invisable' I'm invisable you can't see me!" Then he ducked under the podiem.

Not only was the poem well written and deap. *thats saying something for an 8th grader* the the Auditorium was dead slient while she recited it. (Why auditorium is capotilized I do not know)

And here's the scary part, I think she actually reached people. Impressive. She got a standing ovation.

I'm not going to make fun of the other partisipants because it takes a lot of guts to get up there and do your thing! I'm not going to make fun of them because its the 'cool' thing to do.

I'm going to make fun of them because thats what I feel like doing. *Insurt smily face*

Three girls go up to sing, they don't sing....another girl goes up to sing, she walks off the stage mid act. 1 out of 3 of the dancers was incredible boring, and yep. Guess I didn't have that much to say after all.

I leave you with this, when failing Algebra, make sure you update your blog regurly insted of studing for the final that may or may not be tomrrow.

Dad walks into room

Dad: By the way, Kristi called at 5 oclock last Saturday, I forgot to tell you.

I just stair. Then apoligize to Kristi for not calling her back.

DOn'y you love parents? 

I hate handbells

How are you all on this fine Mothers Day? The weather here in beautiful Kokomo Indiana is warm and sunny. Perfect for all those mothers day picnics.

I wouldn't know. My mom's asleep.

We did however go to church. But lets go back BEOFRE church, lets start at the begining..*scean fades*

Heh, I don't know why I'm doing this....actually the only thing of intrest that happend before church was I droped the scissors on my foot. I'm quite lucky they didn't hit a vain of somesort.

On to church! I've noticed a pattern, people only go to church on occassions. Christmas, Easter, Mothersday. How Mothers Day got thrown in there, I guess we'll never know. Probably because its your mom who drags you to church in the morning. You don't see people at church for fathers day do you?

Nope. But sure enough I'm packed in a pew with old people on both sides, and a spiky haird lady in front. A few people down from me is a 6month old baby who is quite fasinated by the spiky haird lady.

To me she's just in the way. But it was fun to watch the baby chew on her hair and her never relize it. I'm not gonna tell her. *wink*

Some churchs have praise and warship bands, we've got one but they never come out, so we watched the Bell Chior get down. The song sounded like a deranged Christmas Carrol.

One of the people in Bell Chior said hi to my mom. That was really nice of her. If only we knew who she was...she looked like a cross between my third grade piano teacher, and a friend of mines mom. This did not make it easy for me to look at her. So I didn't and I think she thought I had low self esteem.

Then the spiky haird lady's husband, who is bald and 30years older then her, messed up while playing the deranged Christmas Carrol. Everytime he's miss a beat a vain in his shiny head would pop out and he'd cringe.

My grandfather kept whispering to me, only when he whispers its more of a loud voice. Thats usually fine but when everyone is quietly watching the little babies be baptised its a bit...well, its not good. We recived quite a few glaces, he didn't notice.

I'm really glad that my moms side of the family are so bad at observing. Makes me feel intelegent. Like when my dad stops eating and stats sleeping, and you know he's sick because its 80degrees and he hasn't take nteh motorcycle out. Then when my mom gets in the car and goes "Did you know your father was sick!?" I can just smile and be like "Yep, didn't you?"

Which is exactially what I did, but were getting ahead of our selves.

Then while passing the attendance thingy around the pew to "See who is worshiping with us today" *I hate that fraze* Insted of the checkmark, I drew an alliberate smily face before passing it down. When it came back there were six other little smily faces all having a conversation with one another.

Come to think of it...I pretty much hate anyfrace assioated with Church. Just hate those words....I'm begining to think somethings wrong with me. SOmeone whos gone to church all her life should be able to here "Worship, praise, disciplies" with out cringing. Come to think of it...I only cring when the people you know don't follow those things say it...Which is basicly the whole church...hmmmm.

It was about half way through when I suppose the old people got hot. So just like clock work they all pull out their bulleton and start fanning themselves. I want to scream "If you didn't wear 5layers of clothing you wouldn't need to fan yourself!" Because quite frankly that drives me nuts. Especially when its not hot, and fanning won't help.

It won't help because I'm the one who's gettin the air, and I'm not hot. Probably because I dressed appropitly and didn't wear a jacket in the 80 degree weather.

Then the bell chior plays another rousing rendition of some old hyme, and I notice something odd about Spiky Hair. She crosses her eyes and sticks out her toung when she plays. It's all I can do to keep from laughing because the way the light is on her makes the orange glow of her fake tan all the more apparent.

Then I relized another funny thing about church. Words are differn't when your there. Take the word 'Invited' for instance. In every day life it implys you have a choice weather or not you attend. In church in means you must stay put and subject yourself to another 10mins of bell chior tourture.

I laughed at Spiky Hair.

Then came the biggest shocker of all. A lady walks up to my mom and they begin to converse. Not surprising considering thats what people tend to do at church functions. Its what their talking about that scares me. This lady won't let my mom get a word in edge wise, she's rather pushy and she's flaring her arms about as she speaks. You know, the kind of person thats okay for about 5mins, but any longer is over kill?

Ladys and Gentelmen, meet my new Spanish Teacher.

Yep, she goes to my church. This is going to make it incredibly difficult to back talk her if I must see her in a Holy place everyweek..

I'm doomed.

So far so good!

It's the weekend, and I'm not interly depressed yet! I know, its truly amazing. And here's the weirdest part.

I spent the day with my mom.

And look! I"m still alive! She wanted to 'bond' This means we went shoping where she picked out everything pink, insulted my black, and made me buy a skirt. I spent the first hour in some dress cloths shoping looking for gilry cloths and such. Only one thing could happen afterwords.

I dragged her to Hott Topic to get the Flaming Skull Offspring shirt. How I loved watching her walk into the store decked out in her pink little suit thing. It screamed "I'm a social worker!"

I think the guy with the giant snake tattoo was intemidated. How I love those guys. They just might be the nicest people in the mall. Not like the snotty people in Abercombie, or the anoying people at Old Navy. No, snake guy dosn't judge you. He dosn't make assumptions based on your cloths. He just smiles and opens up the dressing rooms.

I'm thinking lots of people at school could take a lesson from snake guy. Not the dressing room part...that would be wreird. I'm talking about the sterotype part. Because quite frankly, I'm sick of them doing it.

But this isn't the place for that talk is it now!? Your probably thinking "Yes it is! This is a blog! Talk!" Nope, not here. Not at the moment. Would be too much of a revelation for my comrads, they might burst into flame, or their heads my pop off, perhaps they'd grow an extra toe.

All the things I could do with an extra toe....wow. How would you get toe socks? It would be very difficult.

But back to the sterotype thing for one breif moment. How would you sterotype me? Today I bought a skirt, a dress shirt, 3 punk/alterntive, band shirts, and Atticus, a punk alternitve mix.

Tomorrow I'm going to the art museum.

So, where do I fit in? Tell me, I'm intrested to know. One of my friends refuses to wear make up, dosn't care abut the latest fashons, always does her school work, and will play football with me whenever. The other loves shoping, calls me on the phone to tell me I share my inability to match socks with Ryan Cabaira, and I probably would be killed if I stole her mascara. 

So which socail group do I belong with kids? Should I be classified with the gossiping socialites? Or the unfashonalbe tom-boys?

This brings us back to the issue of toe socks. It's really quite the perdicament.

And I'm sorry about the lack of funny in this entry. I may of started out being not depressed, but somewhere along the line of being honost, things got me down. This calls for a granola bar.

An't that life?

Heh, want more Bunny? Click......here. Arn't hyperlinks fun?

 

I'm wearing socks

I really needed to updater sooner. I'm only doing it now to prove to you all that I didn't die. I did however go to the dentist.

And now it hurts to eat my apple. Which sucks, because I really like apples. The thing I love causes me pain. How much does that suck?

Not that badly becaue family guy is on T.V and I can now watch my mind as it goes into despair. Mostly though I'm just trying to figure out what it is that I'm rambeling about because I can't remember the past two days.

Kristi however, had an exelent day. Well, maybe not, but she did get a teacher to aplogize to her. A feat I have yet to acomplish. That girl is always one step ahead of me.

I think something is wrong with this apple...I'd do anything for some cool-aid...but I have none.

I've given up this apple idea and gone with sugar free, fat free, sodium free, calory free, flavor free, yogart. I'm begining to think I'm eating styrofome.

Wow, I talked about absolutly nothing. I'm impressed with my self.

Virginia: I just got Erics screan name.

Virginia: Who is Eric?

Virginia: Thats an exelent question.

Jon : XD

Virginia: I'm pretty sure Elise likes him. Why the heck Kellie knows him is another question. And how on earht I ended up with his screan name, makes me question the baeses of our socity.

Stupid dress cloths

Stupid teachers with their stupid 'R' rated movies and their stupid need to make us dress up for stupid Student Council stuff and their stupid homework that makes me later.

I had a glass of milk. :D

I really need another dress up outfit thingy. People are begining to think I don't have anycloths...which is partly true...I DID have this really cool shirt thing...that I lost.

I'm a moron.

But mostly I've just been bored. Really bored. Like today in the autorium for 5hrs watching "Glory"

"It's R! ITS A GOOD MOVIE! YAY!"

Teachers are morons. I only saw ONE GUY'S head blow up, I can not stand for that. They all die in the end anyway.

Did I just ruin the whole movie for you? Yes? I just did you a major favor then. Don't wast your time.

I had a small bit of hope when lunch came about. Only for it to be crushed by the caffiteria agreeing to feed us later so we could finish the movie. Blah.

In Algebra we did nothing. I did however have an intersting conversation with Jon.

Jon: Your dot to your  "I" is way off.

Me: Thanks, maybe I wanted it like that?

Jon: But its WAY off...

Me: You try having three "I"'s in your name!

Jon: Try having three O's!

Me: It's just a circle!

Jon: EXACTIALLY!

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That class ended with me tieing Derek to a chair, and leaving him there with teh words "You better get to untieing soldure, the bells about to ring"

My day commenced when track was canceld. Blah. I like track, I have nothing better to do with my sad little existance. Might as well thorw things.

It was an amazing day so I buged Kyle and we went rollerblading. Kristi ended up coming over to grace us with herpresence. We made peguines. Her's was pink.

Kyle was talking to Rachel, I guess she mentiond something about her icon, becuase he starts reading outloud..

Kyle: I have stupid visoin, I have stupid vision, I have stupid vision, WHY DOES IT REPETE!

Me and Kristi luagh.

Kyle: Is it supposed to do that!? WHY DOES IT MOCK ME!?

Sad thing, he was dead seriouse.

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Me: Kristi I'm losing it.

Krisit: What?

Me: I don't know, thats how bad I lost it.

 

 

I dunno. Heh, I'm orginized!

Ah, the teacher's breakfest. I like to describe it as "Feeding the people who screw us over during the day"

I got a cassorole thing!

My did I butcher the spelling of that. Mrs. Peoples says thats odd because I read a lot. Mom says thats bull because apparently the part of your brain that has spelling dosn't have anything else to do with any other part.

I like moms idea better. Maybe someone had a premintion that I"d be the best speller in the world, and that I'd take their title, so when I was a baby the snuck in and hit me in that part of my head...Yeah, I like that idea better.

Told Jon I was going for a duoble hitter today. Meaning I hoped to get kicked out of at least 2 classes. I got half way there when McIver asekd to see me in the 'Hallway'

I don't know why thats in quotations. Makes it sound dramatic. Apparently I need to write my outbursts down on paper...I pointed out it wasn't an outburst until she decided to bring the classes attenchion to it, but I relized I was just talking to cardbored so I stoped.

Something odd happend today. We had a track meet that WASN'T canceld! I know, weird. There I met fellow shot-puters!

Girl: Thats JoAnn. Capitol J, lowercase o, Capitol A, NNNNNNNNNNNNN. ITS A CONNECTED NAME! I HATE MY NAME!

Me: Uh...Virginia..."Then in mocking voice" Its a state name. Capitol V, the rest is spelled "irginia".

Heh, I got first place. Stupid "JoAnn" wiht a compound name only got 13ft.

I saw Takis! The only other normal one of the original 4. It was actually a very unawkward reunion. It's funny how seeing someone you were best friends with for 9years makes you happy.

Tomorrow I get to watch an R rated movie in school! Oh yeah, I'm a rebel.

I'm hungry

I am home, meaning I am not at track, meaning it was canceled.

Again.

At this rate I should be able to get through this whole season with out ever having to do anything. I don't know if thats a good thing or a bad thing...Hm....

It's a crazy world when the Christian radio station becomes more alternitive then the alternitive station. Makes confused, young, somewhat blond children scared.

(Thats a refrence to myself you morons)

Last night I basicly yelled at Jon forcing him to do his homework so his mom wouldn't be mad at him.

I felt really bad about doing that.

Until I found out he was student of the month. Then I laughed so hard I couldn't breath. He calls the teachers morons to their face, he never does his homework, and his procrastinating abilites match mine. So why arn't I student of the month?

It's because I'm short, and he's tall. It's clear they take one look at me and think "Wow, she's short, she's not going anywhere in life" And what do I have to say to those people?

THANK YOU!

Man, I would die if I had to be student of the month. It's possibly the single most dorkiest thing ever. But I"m sure if you add up the fact I was in Academic team *first at regionals, 8th in state* Book club, Science olympaid, I'm sure I could get right up there with them.

In other news, I was made a new record today. I was kicked out of class before it even started. I have an issue with Derek Dobins...and I admit I was being stupid, but in a very threating way I said "DEREK DOBINS! I DESPISE YOU!"

How I can be threatining? I do not know. But it freaked Synder out so I was sent to the hall.

Snyder- "Why did you do that?"

Me: He hit a friend.

Snyder: WAS IT A GIRL!

Me: No no, he didn't hit a girl

Snyder: IS HE ASSULTING SOMEONE!?

Me: No...

Snyder: WEll you made your point! Your not going to say anything else.

Me: I wasn't planning on it...

Laura walked by and goes "This is new...." because usually I give Snyder a good ten minunets before I get kicked out.

The AOL journal picks theme of the week is....chrocet? *It's french, don't pronounce the T*

Yes, they picked the top 5 blogs about a from on kintting. I'm tellin ya, whenever they decided they need a theme about over active teenagers with slightly criminal imagenations, I'm so going to make it.

Laura: Your such a sexist!

Joey: HEY! WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO WEAR PANTS!?

Laura: You...

Dustin: And it was man who said you could vote!

Joey: Amen to that!

More to come

Had pizza yesterday, won one, lost 2, went to church, he preched about the horors of fast food, had it anyway, church people bug me, mom wants to go to mother daughter thing, gotta comply, too lazy to type full sentaces. Bored.

 

So Laura, Derek, and I were at a middle school that happend to have vending macheens. This vending macheen happend to be very awesome in the way it...vended. So I started rambeling about how it does what it does, and how cool it looks. Derek and Laura and never seen one like that, so I think they thought I was nuts.

Then I notice Derek is pulling out his wallet.

Me: What are you doing?

Derek: Getting some money...I wanna see it work!

Me: Your kidding..

Derek: Nope, pick out what you want.

So I ended up getting a free flavord water, that was probably the wrost thing I've ever tasted. But I picked it because it was on top and was funnier to watch. Laura and Derek thought the macheen was cool too, so I don't feel as stupid now.

I mean, they REALLY liked it. We cheered...people staird

Oh, and this is my kind of school weapon. *CLICK*