Rub a Dub- Draw in the Tub

One of the earliest memories that I can remember from my childhood is when I would take baths. My parents would get my siblings and I this wonderful invention about once every year. It was a washable marker/crayon thing, but what was great about it was that you can write on the bathtub walls with it. This is a wonderful gift to get your child if they are the creative type and express your creativity in....not so wonderful ways such as drawing on the walls, keeping fish in the toilet bowl, building lego communities in the cabinet...not very approved actions for a 2 year old in the bathroom. Anyways, these magical markers were so amazing! After you drew your "masterpiece", all you had to do was wipe it down with a wet cloth and it was magically gone! It was amazing! So anyways, I tried to find these markers a couple weeks back because I randomly rememberd them, but I couldn't find them anywhere! So, I went online and I finally found them! I think I finally figured out what to ask for Christmas.....

CHRISTMASS!!! (part 2)

We left the next day and drove about 3 hours to look at this pup named Wally. We got up to the rescue farm which was actually just a house with a shed out behind it and lots of metal-wire cubicles to house the rescued dogs and cats. When we got out of the car, my heart was breaking in half. All the animals were barking and meowing halfway to tell the owner that people were there and the other half was them crying out hoping that we would be the people that would get them out of there and take care of them. If I could and was rich enough, I would have bought every single animal there even the cats even though I highly dislike cats. Anyways, we walked into the house and filled out paperwork and then waited. We got introduced to the owner who after our introductions, walked outside to go get Wally. It was a nervous couple of minutes waiting to see if this dog was going to be as wonderful as I hoped it would be or if it would be a broken down animal who would run away at the hint of an outstretched hand. But, in came Wally running and hopping around like a little bunny rabbit. He wasn't super hyper like most little dogs, but he deffently likes to scope out a new place that he's brought to. He went around the room sniffing everything and everyone. He turned out to be perfect, from his floppy ears to his long tail and his little goofy smile, he was exactly how I pictured and hoped he would be. He turned out to be the best Christmas present I've ever recieved.

CHRISTMASS!! (part 1)

Ever since I can remember, I would ask for a dog for every single Christmas and birthday. It took about 8 years, but I finally got one last Christmas. It has to be the best present that I have ever gotten. I'm sure that the amount of time that I had to await for this glorious gift, made me appreciate it so much more. I actually got my dog a few days before Christmas. I'd been dropping major hints to my parents on how amazing it would be for somebody to get a dog, and how it would be the best present ever. Out of the blue abot a week before christmas, my parents called me into the living room and showed me a few papers that they had printed off of their computer, that had facts about a dog named Wally that was at a rescue shelter up in around Poland, Indiana. After I was finished reading through the papers and looking at the pictures, my dad asked me if I was interested in driving up there the next day to go check out the dog. Of course, I said yes. Extremely excited, I could barely sleep as I awaited for the next day to come.

FOOD FIGHHHHT!!!

Yes, I am on a roll talking about memories. So, I'm going to add one of the best memories that I have. My class got to have a food fight at the end of 5th grade. We were thinking about the idea of having a food fight and almost had some succesful ones before, but we thought it was time to bring the idea to the principle. To our surprise and after a long wait, she finally agreed. So, holding to her promise and after constant reminders from the students, on the last day of 5th grade, we had the long awaited food fight. The lunch ladies specially made a whole dinner for us to fling consisting of spaghetti, mashed potatoes, green beans, and of course the sauce. We got to go outside to the back of the school and just start flinging. We had to take turns flinging the food, and some had to wear trashbags over their clothes so they wouldn't get messed up. But come on, we got to throw food!! It was the best way I can think of to end a school year and to transition on to middle school. Yes, I know. When you go to middle school, you become so much older and know everything and your supposed to act older than your age. My elementary school taught us the right idea though- be a kid while you can. You try so hard to grow up and act older than you are, but you need to act like a kid while you still can. Here I am, almost a legal adult and still climb trees and act like a dumb kid liek I always do. You have to enjoy the little things while you can. DOn't try to grow up too fast.

the BLOB..

Speaking of elementary school memories, one of the most vivid memories I have is in gym when we'd play the blob. It was a game where one person was picked and deemed, "The Blob". Everbody else had to run around screaming and trying to not get tagged by The Blob. If you got tagged, you had to link arms and run around trying to collect more people. When the chain of Blobs grew to too many people, you could break off into groups of 2, 4 or however you wanted to. I can imagiene what a person would think if they walked into the gym during this game. You'd see our tiny gym full of kids running around screaming and laughing hysterically. Then in the middle of the gym you'd see a line of 10 kids that stretch all the way across from one wall of the gym to the other, all running trying not to trip one another up, and to gain at least one more resistant person and all the while having our teacher in the corner hunched over in his chair trying not to fall onto the floor from laughing so hard. I still believe to this day that he had the best job ever.

Elementary School

When I was still in elementary school, all I would do all day was play. Even if we were assigned to do some work (what work could you possibly have to do in 2nd grade?), I was always the one to make it interesting. When we would sit in class and have to listen to the teacher talk, I would just reach into my desk and play with my Barbie doll. That's right, my Barbie. I decided to dedicate my time to making my desk a Barbie home while the teacher was telling us something. The teacher was always so proud of me because I would never talk while she was telling the class something. Thank goodness she didn't know the reason why. After about a weeks worth of work, I showed one of my friends my creation. It was amazing. She had her bed, desk, closet, animals, kitchen and bathroom. It was amazing. My friend had her desk right next to mine and decided to do the same thing. After her, other people began to notice, and took the hint that this was much more fun than listening. Soon, almost all the girl's desks had Barbie homes in them. Then, the teacher found out and banned it. I think this was the first time ever that a teacher banned Barbies. It was quite funny.

a beautiful mind

In english class, we did a writing activity before we left for the weekend. To get into the Halloween spirit, we were given a sheet with sentences called story startes to help us, what else, begin our stories. Never one to be able to take anything serious, my story was most deffently a little goofy. To make it even more awesome, we'd only have 5 minutes to write on our story, and then pass it along to the personon our right. They'd write on it for 5 minutes, and so on. This is the finished outcome:

"what is that AWFUL smell?" I asked. Then i saw the cauldron full of bubbling purple, liquid, grape jelly. My father was standing over hte cauldron adding in slices of bread, peanut butter, honey, bananas, strawberry jam. ANything and everything that you could think of on a sandwhich was going into that pot. "I'm trying to save time. Instead of having to fix food all day, I'll just drink a cup of this processed sandwhich." That's when I knew I had to get out of there. I headed out the door towards the lake, where I found my mother sitting. "Mom," I complained. "Dad's doing weird stuff in the kitchen again." "Well, whaddya want me to do 'bout it?" she growled. "Oh, I don't know." I snapped back. "Maybe control your husband's culinary excursions into the land of the inedible?" "look kid, I don't care what your father does in the kitchen as long as I get a meanl when I get home." "Ugh, You make me angry!" I yelled. "Then do somethin' about it!" she yelled back. "Fine!" I screamed, and pushed her off the dock into the lake. My dad came out and said, "What are you doing?!" in a high, screechy woman voice. "I just pushed Mum into the lake like a psychopath. What're you going to do about it?" I yelled. He exclaimed, "I will ground you!" "I dare you to try. You wouldn't make it in time before i push you in as well." i said. I walked up to him, trying to be intimidating, and when he didn't move I'd had enough. I told him to go join your wife and threw him in the lake too. After that I began the rest of my day like normal and when the police arrived at school to tell me that my parents has drowned, I acted totally surprised. I mean, nobody could think that poor, little, innocent me could go do such a thing. And, that's how I've been getting away with murder for the last 16 years.
THE END

response to michael..

Yes, being mean is a terrible thing. Even if you are just joking around, what if the other person isn't able to accept that? Or even worse, what if the person isn't allowed to joke? Can you imagiene that? Wow, living your whole life without being able to understand a joke or even abel to tell one. If somebody asked you, "Hey. How did the blonde break her arm raking leaves?" you say, "Umm.... I don't know?" They respond, "She fell out of a tree! Hahaha!!! Isn't that funny?! She.. she.. Hahaha! Fell out! Hahaha!" and the whole time this joke teller is about to soil their pants from laughing so hard, you're just standing there. Unable to understand jokes, you make the situation awkward, and your life is over. That's beside the point. Back to being mean. Yes, being mean is a terrible thing. You should not do it. Thank you.

spurts

During the school year, I've always had lots of homework. The extreme amounts of it started last year, and as a result, my procrastination began last year too. It always seemed like there wasn't enough time to do it all, so I'd do some of it and not worry about the rest of it until the next day. That could be a reason why a lot of my grades were so bad. So, during the summer I made a promise to myself that I would never do that again, and that if I got any homework, I would do it as soon as possible- never the day of. And of course, this didn't work out either. I have kept to that promise, and still do, but it's starting to get harder and harder to follow through with it. I have to make a choice of if I want to get good grades, or sleep. I chose good grades. We got our report cards and to my displeasure, I only had one A and all the rest were B's or C's. I cannot begin to explain how angry and worthless this made me feel. So this nine weeks, I've tried to work even harder to obtain those wonderful A's. It seems as if the teachers can read my mind, and work against it. When I decided to work my absolute absolute hardest to do all my homework, of course I recieve the largest homework loads of all time. Sure this year I'll have at least 3 hours of homework everyday, but after the first month of school, that time amount keeps increasing. Increasing to 3 1/2, 4, 4 1/2.. to where it is now an average of about 4- 4 1/2 hours of homework. per night. This in my opinion, is ridiculus. There is such a thing as eating, hygiene, and sleep. If we already go to school for 7 hours, homework for 4, how do we have time for anything else? I wake up at 5 in the morning, get on the bus (sometimes i drive), school from 8.15-3.15. Ill get home at 4.20 if im riding the bus, 3.40 if im driving. 4 hours of homework, that makes it 8.20. I have to eat, use the bathroom, shower, and do chores too, so tack on another 3 hours for all that. That becomes 11.20 every single night, and the same schedule for every single day after that. Where am I supposed to get the time from? If I hang out with my boyfriend, it can't even be a long time because I have to do homework, and if I have to come home and work, it's till dark. I can't think of a reasonable reason to make all of this official. It's in my opinion, ridiculus.

Since I've met you, I've noticed things that I never knew were there before... birds singing, dew glistening on a newly formed leaf, stoplights

We watched part of the Patriot in APUSH today and I noticed just how much I seriously love that movie. Besides Gladiator, it is probably one of my favorite action movies of all time. Well, the Die Hard, Bourne, 007, and a lot of other movies are up there too, but Gladiator is my favorite action movie. Favorite movie of all time though is the Naked Gun movies. Even just the name makes me laugh (yes, points for being immature haha). The order of the movies: The Naked Gun: From the Files of POlice Squad, The Naked Gun 2 1/2: The Smell of Fear, The Naked Gun 33 1/3: The Final Insult. These moies are based off of an old t.v. show, Police Squad! and have all of the main charachters from that show. Some of my favorite quotes from it are:
Mayor: Now Drebin, I don't want any trouble like you had on the South Side last year, that's my policy.
Frank: Well, when I see five weirdos, dressed in togas, stabbing a man in the middle of the park in full view of a hundred people, I shoot the bastards, that's *my* policy!
Mayor: That was a Shakespeare-In-The-Park production of 'Julius Caesar,' you moron! You killed five actors! Good ones!

and

Frank: Jane, since I've met you, I've noticed things that I never knew were there before... birds singing, dew glistening on a newly formed leaf, stoplights

and

[Frank Drebin is emptying out his files after being kicked off the force]
Frank: Hey! The missing evidence in the Kelner case! My God, he really was innocent!
Ed: He went to the chair two years ago, Frank.
Frank: Well, uh...
[Frank Drebin quickly shoves the evidence back into the file cabinet]

In conclusion- funniest. movie. EVER. You have to see it

the jeepers

Hi, I'm Chucky, and I'm your friend till the end. Hidey-ho!
Man! Just reading that quote from the movie Chucky: Child's Play gives me the creeps. I saw that movie when I was about 7 which is not a good age to watch a scary movie. Along with that movie I saw Stephen King's IT which was also equally horrifying. After I watched those movies when I was 7, I had nightmares for about 2 months always thinking that a doll would drop down from our fireplace into the pit. Or that while I was taking a shower that I would hear IT's voice calling from the drain and then the shower head would move around. When told to write a blog about movies that scared us, I immediatly thought about these two movies. But, since I watched them 10 years ago, I wondered if they woudl still creep me out as much. So, I went home and watched them both. Wow. I have to admit, they were still scary. Of course, not as scary as they were when I was a kid, and I didn't jump or scream at all, but I still had literal chills run up my spine when it showed Chucky's face come alive and when IT's face popped up in the sewer drain. Yup, many things change from when your a kid to when you grow up, but these movies still give me the jeepers.

roflas (rolling on floor laughing and snorting)

Yes, sometimes when I laugh, well maybe a lot of times, I snort. Yes, yes I know it's extremley unattractive and very embarrasing, but I can't help it. And I just found a website that makes it so much worse of a situation. www.dearblankpleaseblank.com. To give you an example:
Dear God,
Thank you for not creating cows that fly.
Sincerely, a person who just got pooped on by a pigeon.

Dear people with one leg,
We are now hiring!
Sincerely, IHOP

Dear person who said "The way to a man's heart is through his stomache",
Please never become a surgeon.
Sincerely, Society
Dear gingerbread man,
Gotcha!
Sincerely, Chuck Norris

I don't understand

DUAL ACTION -Instanly Kills 99.99% of Germs and Moistuerizes Without Water With Vitamin E- What? That doesn't make any sense. How can something like Germ-X be so liquidy and contain no water? And kills 99.99% germs? That seriously can't be healthy. And to moisturize, doesn't that mean to like add water? I'm just extremly confused, I don't understand. And unicorns, how do they really not exist? We have mixed species like tigons (tiger and lion), ladradoodle (labador and poodle), cippo (cat and hippo), and zeala (zebra and seal). Why have not two animals yet formed a unicorn? If the dinosaurs were once extinct, then why couldn't have unicorns be extinct? The pointy thing on it's head could be cartlidge, and that decomposes. So, scientists would find skelton of a horse and not think anything about it. I'm just extremly confused, I don't understand. And chapstick! Where does all my chapstick always go? How does it dissapear so quickly? I use it like daily, but still I shouldn't be buying new chapsticks like every month. I don't understand.

O how I love thee you delicious, lovely, starchy, satisfying earth-apple

"Earth-apple" is a Swedish word for "potato" one of my favorite items of food. Actually, I'm eating one right now. Well, actually potato soup, but it's still quite lovely and yummy. I love potato soup, potato doughnuts, boiled, mashed, cut, squished, and cubed potatos. I absolutly can't stand baked potatos though. You know how as a kid, and maybe even now, when you eat pancakes (or crepes) you always swather them in a lake of syrup? And then somebody passing by asks if you want any pancakes with that syrup? That's what I do with baked potatos. No, I don't eat potatos with syrup, that would just be gross. But, I always end up disguising the baked spud with a mask of broccoli, cheese, tomatoes, parsley, and maybe some ranch. And even after I do that, I can't take more than a few bites. The unwanted taste of that little potato creeps through all the other tastes that I'm trying to focus my attention on. It seems like the more you try to focus on something, your mind always wanders back to the thing your trying not the think about. In my case- that dang baked potato.

Durn Siblings

In Psychology, we're dealing with early memories. We had to fill out this paper with events listed on them, and we fill out our earliest memory of it. One of the topics was scariest time or event. My immediate thought was my durn two sisters, Julie and Sarah. I was about 4 years old and was in the living room playing when my sister Sarah ran in there yelling about Julie being eaten by a monster. So we ran back to the girl’s room and there was my other sister, Julie, being drug underneath of the bed. She was clawing the floor in front of her and crying, screaming for us to help her. I just stood there crying because my sister was being eaten by a monster. Sarah being the smart one leaped over to Julie and tried to pull her back towards us. With one mighty jerk, Julie was pulled completely under the bed along with Sarah. With both sisters gone, I stood paralyzed next to the door thinking of how I was going to get them back and also what I was going to tell my parents. After deciding that it would probably just be better to run away than to face my parent's when they found out that I let a monster eat two of their children, both sisters jumped out from under the bed and started laughing at me. Great memory, I know. Most experinces teach you lessons, and when you experience a similar situation you're like oh! I know how to handle this! Remember when... But this memory has taught me absolutly no lesson. So thanks sisters. What a great memory to bury into my head to remember even 13 years after it happend.

my number 1's

I was talking with my brother, or rather quizing him, to see what his favorite things are. After I couldn't think of any more questions, he reversed it and asked me the questions. Caught off guard, I had no answers. After thinking for a while though, I've finally come up with my list.
1. favorite color
-Neon white. Not like paper white, I mean like the glowing, neon, snow white. Regular favorite color though is blue.
2. favorite animal
-Cow
3. best place to travel to
- Ireland or Alaska
4. favorite store
- I'm a girl, I love all stores
5. favorite movie / movie line/ scene
- The Three Amigos! / chip chip chip chip Chip chIp NANNY!!! / where they are trying to find the Invisible Swordsman
6. favorite movie
- The Naked Gun series and Shaun of the Dead
7. favorite type of music
- alternative, modern, glam, grunge, punk, classic- any type of rock
8. ideal job
-anything that involves being able to sleep and travel a lot
9. favorite smell
-old spice or coconut scent
10. Name top 10 bands. Go. Now.
-The Used, Daft Punk, Motion City Soundtrack, Cartel, Poison, Breaking Benjamin, the Beatles, Journey, the Black Keys, 3 Doors Down

useless rambling

Have you ever just sast down and listened to music? I mean doing absolutly nothing, just laying down and losing yourself in music. It is to this day, still one of my most favorite feelings of all time. The first feeling is when your belly is really empty, and you drink a glass of water, you can feel it like trickling down into your belly. That sounds really gross, but it's one of the  best feelings I've ever known. Anyways, back to music. Usually when I'm stressed, I either take a shower, start to talk/ ramble a whole lot, or do the whole do-nothing-just-act-like-a-lazy-bum-and-listen-to-music thing. I never could understand how somebody could write a song. I play guitar, sing, play piano, ukulele, and will try anything musically related. I've written lyrics and I've made up a song, but I can never get them both mixed together. Either the lyrics are off from the sound of the music or the other way around. It makes me feel so useless and then I listen to some amazing band like Zeppelin, or Kiss, or the Beatles, or even unknown bands and it makes me feel even more useless. It completly confuses me on how bands do their job.

zoom zoom zoom

It just occured to me, I'm turning old. I can look back on just last year and already see how much I've grown up. One of the big things that happend was turning 16 in December last year. When I was a kid, I was so ready to become 16 and experience everything that life had to offer. I was planning to have a huge sweet 16 party, go on an exchange trip to Europe, to drive, and to go to Florida for the first time. Since then, things have deffently changed. 4 years ago, I went to Florida for the first time. We had too many other things that happend in December, and my long expected party was forgotten. There weren't enough people that signed up for the exchange trip to Europe, so of course, I couldn't go. I am driving now, but I waited like 3 months before taking the permit test, so instead of being able to drive in the summer, I have to wait until the begining of October. This all just shows how usless goals are to me. Sure, it's great to try to plan out things you would like to do, even plan on doing, but there's always the larger force that changes your plans- life. Life is too quick, too unpredictable, and too stubborn. As Gandalf said, we must decide what to do with the time given to us.

"the road doesn't tell the traveler what lies ahead." -TANZANIA!

Life is always changing, but it's still just one life. Each person has only one life to live, and we have to decide on how we are going to do it. Different choices have different consequences. Blah blah blah. We've all heard these things being said. Whether it's quoted from a song, book, teacher, or even figured out from our own deep, psycological thoughts, we've all heard this. That's the point though. We've heard this, but are we really listening to it? Each day my schedule revolves around school. Wake up for school. Get ready for school. Drive or get on the bus for school. Go to school. Come home from school. Do homework for school. Go to sleep to recharge for the next day of school. You get the point. This is really bad advice, but maybe just take a day off every once in a while. Just go and see the world, go exploring. Don't take anything for granted because honestly, we really don't know how long we're blessed to be here for.

the country.. and a bit of an exaggeration

No matter how many times you say it, how you say it, and when you say it, if you say that your from Utica, you'll get laughed at. I mean sure, we walk around barefoot, it's all farm country, we're 20 minutes away from any type of civilization, and pretty much everyone has milked a cow. But, there are some pretty awesome things about living there/here too. My youngest older brother, Matt, goes to college at U of L and lives right in the heart of the city. During his childhood, he'd always be camping, traveling abroad, sailing, anything and everything outdoors. After living in the city for 2 years though, he said he misses the little things. Everytime that he comes home, he goes outside during the night and just walks around. I guess it's because you can't walk around at night in Louisville because you'll probably end up mugged. This is a great thing! Not the being mugged part, but being able to walk arund at night, and not have to worry about your safety. Welcome to Utica. The only thing you have to watch out for is tractors.

lots of firsts

Last weekend, I went camping with some of my family down at Kentucky Lake. Well, very civilized camping; we got two cabins right next to each other that was a 10 second walk to the water. It was great to wake up every morning to the smell of biscuts and gravy or eggs with bacon and then being able to walk with my dog down the "beach". It was also awesome because I got to experience lots of things for the first time. I got to drive a boat for the first time which also led to me almost sinking a boat for the first time. We had too much weight on the front, and I went head-on into a huge wave and water went all the way to the back of the boat. It was so weird, I could actually feel the boat like sink down some. Oh, that's another first; I've never had the feeling of sinking before. Anyways, I got to ride on a jet ski for the first time ever too which was amazing. I also got to make a complete fool of myself (not the first time) by screaming the whole time I was swinging on the rope that flung you into the lake and I also tripped and slipped on the rocks in the process. It was one of the best trips (no pun intended) that I've ever had.

home

 When you walk into my room, it's full of colors, pictures, furniture that doesn't match, music, and just stuff everywhere. The rest of the walls in the house (except the bedrooms) are painted white. My sister Julie asked me, when she came and visited, why I changed our  room from what it used to be to the way it is now. I told her because this is my home. A place that only works for me, that explains me and how I want to feel. A place where I don't need to worry about things being perfect and matching, working together. It's just a place that I come home to to let go. I don't think I'm ready to leave this home yet, but when I need to move to a new place, I'll make that place a part of me and it will become my new home. For me, the home feeling always will change to wherever the next place you live in is. The most special thing about my house is when you first walk in, there is a corner wall where there are markings all over it documenting the heights of all of us kid's heights while growing up.

lip balm?

During Labor Day weekend I had to help clean the house and set up for a large get together we were having on Sunday for my Dad and sister's birthday. After cleaning the living room and kitchen for 2 hours and moving on to clean my room, I of course got distracted. Out of all of the mountains of stuff scattered all over my floor, I saw the movie The Three Amigos! Very excited to have a distraction from the cleaning ritual, I stuck the movie into my computer and plopped down on the floor. Now, if anybody wants to get out of doing a chore by doing something completely unrelated, you must first learn a lesson of stealth. Speaking from experience, it's a very bad idea to be watching one of your favorite movies that's completely hilarious while trying to hide from your Mum, and be laughing extremely loud. Its a very easy way to give away your hiding spot leading to your Mum finding you and making you go back to doing chores again. The good thing though is that I got halfway through the movie meaning that I got to waste about 45 minutes instead of cleaning. Life is good.

Down With The Sickness (and very sarcastic)

So apparently a sickness is going around the school affecting pretty much everyone. I missed school for the past few days due to this lovely... yeah it was miserable. I don't think I would have been able to survive without the help of the fantastic Lipton's Cup-a-Soup, Herbal tea (ooh! not just normal, but herbal collection haha) or the tea my sister brought back from London. I also found out this past week that I have allergies too. Great timing, I know. It helps out a lot that I live out in Utica with corn and bean fields pretty much all around me too. On a happier note though, I am feeling a tad bit better compared to before. I'm still praying for everyone else who is still sick or just beginning to feel under the weather because the only thing that bites more than being sick is having to do all the make-up work.

music!!

It is now official that music appreciation is my favorite class. What better way to spend an hour of school listening and analyzing music? The only kind of bad thing about the class is that we listen to all types of music. I mean all types; from monks chanting to head-banging metal. It's great. Today our teacher went from sampling some of the band instruments for us to playing some song composed for when a prince walked into a church. Then he started talking about old-school rap, turned the speakers way up and started playing something by some rapper from the 80's. It sounded so similar to the Fresh Prince of Bel Air theme song, that our class could not help not bursting out in laughter. I wonder what all the people in the chorus room think when they hear all this music coming from the room next to them. Haha, poor guys.

the other guys

You hear the phrase Like father, like son all the time, but what about the rest of the people in your family? My sister, Sarah, and I are the most alike out of our family. But what makes a person so alike to another? Is it something hereditary that is passed down from person to person to make people in your family so alike? Or so different? I think that's all a lot of superstition. No one in my family is the same. We're completley and totally all different, which is a weird, but beautiful thing. Haha. The only resemblence me and Sarah have is maybe our hair color even though mine is a bit lighter. Ah, but all well. Life is about variety right?

"friendship doubles joy and halves grief"

Every year when people ask me if I'm ready to attend school, I always answer the same. "Um.. I'm not really for sure. Like, I'm excited to see my friends, but not ready for the actual school-part yet." When school starts, it's inevitable that drama starts too. But, you'll always have your friends there to help you through it all. The quote "friendship doubles joy and halves the grief" said by Egyptians, is completley true. So many times throughout the years, friends and myself have experienced situations with break-ups, friends, family, work. Anything that could go wrong did go wrong. But, we were all there to take away each other's grief, and comfort one another. You can never walk away from a friend after telling them everything difficult that's been going on in your life, and not feel comforted; maybe even happy. Maybe it's best that humans can't stand the feeling of isolation or being non-social. Without our friends, what else could we do?

Thank God for legs

One of my biggest fears about starting a new school year is walking into a class where I know absolutley no one. I faced that fear on exactly the first day of school. I walked into my psychology class extremly excited to take on what I imagiened could be my new favorite class. I was the first to arrive, and picked a seat right in the middle of the room. People started to walk in. People I have never seen in my life. Senior other people. I watched the second hand turn into the minute hand on the clock, and heard it tick painfully by as I waited for some famillar face to show in a room of complete strangers. The tardy bell rang, and no such luck. I felt totally alone. 5 minutes into the class, the teacher randomly asked if everyone was in the right room. As soon as I heard her say the room number and "Senior" at the begining of her sentence, I thought, What am I doing in here?. Being the awkward, not very classy person that I am I said, "Oh. Um.. I think I'm in the wrong room. I was wondering why everyone in here was wearing the orange mentor shirts." What a way to make a situation more awkward than it already was. Not just seniors wear the shirts. So do juniors. And sophmores. I promptly got up and speed-walked out of the classroom. I've never felt so grateful in my life to have legs, even if they are short.