Summer

All the private schools end on the 31st, and all the crappy public schools end on the 7th. The t.v. networks, the radio, the people, all starting summer before us. And basically, at school, we're not really doing anything. It's pointless. The whole staff is scared of a bunch of strict rich ass advisers that tell the staff to follow these rules or else. What's the point of being an individual, if your boss is just turning you into a clone-wannabe. So while everyone is out enjoying their summer, we're sitting in a classroom learning nothing, and just tickin' off the teacher. We're practicing graduation, and getting lectures on what to expect from 7th grade. Yet another way for God to punish us. Staying in a classroom full of teachers with corny athletic jokes.

Solo act.

This is what happened since my last post about the talent show. All my friends went nuts about which song, and so somehow I ended up with just one partner. But here's the thing. She bailed on me. We needed time to practice, but she's always busy, caught up in her own little world, not to offend her or anything. So what happens next? The student council adviser told me to either drop out, or go solo. But our student council adviser is on everybody's number one hate list, so there's no shocker I threw a "little" fit. I don't know why, but I went solo. I guess I wanted to prove to all those people who told me that I couldn't do this. And knowing me, hell yea I went solo. I got up that stage, and with all my "confidence" I started to sing to the song. I felt like I was going to puke, and I felt everybody's stare burning through my skull. After the song came the end, I sorta rushed off the stage, but I did feel somewhat powerful. I mean the dorky girl from 6th grade actually got up on stage and sang, just by herself. But the one thing I could never figure out is, that if people actually thought I was good, or if people were just saying that because they pitied me.

Turning over a new leaf

Here's something I always say: I'm gonna turn over a new leaf. I'm always claiming, that I'm gonna try and be a better person. I'm gonna act nicer, talk nicer, actually dress nicer! But it's so hard to change yourself, when you're so used to acting like a jerk, and dressing like a nerd. Every time I say I'm going to actually try, and hey, I do. But it only lasts for a couple of days, until people start judging you all over again, and you get that feeling where you're trapped in a cage at the zoo, with everybody laughing and pointing at you. Just because I don't wear clothes that are so tight on you, you can't even breath, people think I dress weird, just because I don't like listening to emo music, people think I have no taste in music, just because I like to write and read, people think I'm a nerd. Honestly I am a nerd though. I wanna be an individual. But if I'm changing so I can be like everyone else, then I'm not an individual. The only way I can actually successfully change myself, is if I want this for myself.

Cell Phone

Dude, this was a seriously weird thing. My school ended at 2:10. It was 2:20 when I called my friend. But then, about 10 minutes later, my friend called me again, and told me to check my cell phone's clock. It said 2:13. But, how was that possible???!?!?! It was 2:20 when I called her. We met up at the park, and we both started freaking out, when we checked out cell phones again to realize, that it was 2:08. WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!? Apparently, God was cursing us! After it reached 2:12, the clock went back to 2:08. My friend and I went to 7-11, and the clock there was 3:30. We both had the cell phone company sprint, but the stupid thing, was that the tower was RIGHT THERE. Like RIGHT next to 7-11. We decided that God hates us because my friend and I committed so many sins, and that we're going to sue sprint. My friend told me that we're going to go to court, and at court, we're going to tell them the story of how we went to the airport [not really] to pick up a friend, and their flight was at 2:30. But everytime we checked our cellphones it said 2:08 or something like that. We decided, since we both made it into private schools, we'd use that money that we made off of Sprint to pay for tuition. You gotta love Cell Phones.