Thinking, it isn't the smartest thing to do

Have you ever just sat and thought?

It's terrible. My brain just doesn't stay at one topic, it starts overloading and it feels like my brain wants to crawl out of my ears just so I'll shut up. Could you imagine if randomly one day in class, I just fell out of my seat and on the floor. The other students all around would be relieved they there was some action instead of the teacher's babble, except my friends they would probably be worried. While the class is in shock, all trying to figure out what's wrong, someone sees a ball of my brain crawling away on the floor yelling for dear life. "Save me, I want a different head to live in!" And then one of my buddies would pick up the brain and stuff it back in my head, then class would just return to normal.

I like water. I just do, H2O is good stuff. As you probably know, because I'm assuming the only people who read this are people who know me, I read Jason Mraz's blog, freshnessfactorfivethousand. Every Wednesday for the past four, I think, he's been writing about water conservation, it's called 'Wet Wednesday' and it's pretty cool. He puts some nice little tips on there that aren't very hard to do, but help a lot. Only 1% of the earth's water is fresh water. The rest is salt-water or polluted. In conclusion, water is good and I like it, so don't waste it or pollute it.

Do you ever wonder what your purpose on earth is? Whether your here to change the world or affect it some way? I really don't feel like accepting the task of changing the world, but I'm possitive I don't want to make it any worse. So I think my part in the world is to smile, be happy and not judge others. I think that's why I have trouble having opinions of my own, persuasive essays are horrible because I can see the other side of things too. I know everyone can't just think one way, if everyone thought the same way there wouldn't be any variety in the world. Variety makes everyone special ---Okay I don't even know why I'm talking about this.

British people, they have this thing about them. It's like whatever they say they sound smart, and whatever they say they sound safisticated, I think it's that accent of theirs. I love reading books by British authors, even what they write has an English accent. If I could live a different life, I almost want to move back to the 1800s in London. I think the whole fixation with British people runs in my Grandma Pat's side of the family. She used to have a penpal from England when she was young and she's always loved English literature. I think this whole British obsession might be a curse.

You know what wastes your time really bad? Obsessions. Ugh, I don't know why my brain thinks it's needs something to obsess about all the time. Why can't it just leave me alone. Sometimes I just wonder what's so great about 'so and so'? However, my brain begins listing things which I try to ignore and eventually cave into.

I'm just gonna end this on a random note. I LOVE CHEESE POPCORN!

Sorry for wasting your time.

Whoa.

Whoa as in, 'Whoa I haven't posted since before school started'

Alright let me start by telling you a little about each class.

1st hour Pre-Calculus. I have one of my favorite teachers teaching that class, but it doesn't look like it's going to be very easy. Its scary and I'm happy I have smart friends to help me out. Even if I fail, it'll be better than Geometry. In geometry I sat by a bunch of freaks, and now I'm just sitting by regular freaks.

2nd hour English 11. This year there's going to be a lot of persuasive essays and reading. The reading I don't mind, the essays are going to be a killer. Thank goodness I have spelling tests to get my grade up.

3rd hour Photography. I'm not much of a picture-taker, but I have Ashley and Krust in that class so it is sure to be fun. Besides, we have Mrs. V, who turned out to be pretty-okay, play music for us all hour and we bring in whatever music we want (As long as it's appropriate), so yeah Krust and I are thinking Mondays and Fridays are gonna be Jason Mraz days.

4th hour Drawing. I'm in the same classroom, but now I have Kyle and Erica join me. It's really funny in there, even if they are drawing bullies. Music is still being played so it's all good. This has to be one of my favorite classes.

Lunch. Yummy (For those who don't eat the school's lunch).

5th hour Government. It's worse than history and the only time it wasn't worse was when he played this one youtube video for us of these British guys arguing, I had no idea what they were talking about, but it was awesome. I have Krust, Kyle and Erica in that class, so it's not good but it's not 'I wanna rip my eardrums out' terrible yet. It's my doodle-hour.

6th hour Band. I am 'GroovyBandGeek' so yes, of course I love band. Krust and I chill in the front row and jam on our clarinets. Hurrah for pep band!

7th hour Chemistry. This class is absolutely hilarious, our teacher is funny and there is only ten of us in the class. At least it's more people than in photography and drawing. It's Krust, Kyle, Erica and I again. Which just adds to the funny.

School has been good so far. Two friday pep-bands in a row! Yeah! This last one was homecoming, had the homecoming dance ya-da-ya-da... There's probably a whole lot of things I could talk about so I'm not going to rant about any of them because it'll feel like I need to mention all of them, which would take too long.

My foot is sleeping, so that means my post should end.

School! Tomorrow?

Yeah, as you can tell from the title I cannot believe school is here already. Although for once I'm actually excited, in fact I haven't been this excited for school since elementary. I think it's because I have art and photography, whereas last year I had Geometry and Computers for my open hours. So, I'm sure you're wondering how the labor day party went yesterday.

It was fun a lot of relatives showed up, nothing compared to my family reunions though. I kind of just sat there the whole time, switching chairs every once in a while, sticking with my mom a lot. The corn there wasn't as good as I remembered it being last year and the pork was kind of tough. There was tons and tons of food there. Um, I don't think there's much to talk about there, it was just another family get-together.

Today, I had to go to town because believe it or not, I haven't picked up any new shirts for school! Why is that you ask? I'll tell you, because I strongly-dislike shopping. I found shirts, but mostly ones that there is no way I'd buy, either because they were ugly, some were so ugly that I started hating people- which sounds stupid but that's just how I felt at the time-, and ones that I thought looked neat turned out to be super clingy. I lost hope until we stopped at Dunham's(Not exactly sure if I spelled that right), at first my thought was to leave-it smelled too much like sports, one of my worst enemies- but my mom and I found normal T-shirts and I got two of them. Which made me happy! Sorry for my rant. I really do strongly-dislike shopping.

So when I got home I read, and I read, and I read. Until I finished Catching Fire, I don't even want to think about it. That's how just totally insane it made me, I can't say whether I was angry, sad, or happy. Because I don't want to give ANYTHING away. Anything I say could give something away, and that book has so many twists, it was awesome. Now I can't wait for the third though. So after I finished I threw the book at my mom- okay I was kind of mad- so she could read it, and then I gave my O'dawg a bath. Which you can see from the picture to the right.

Hurrah for school tomorrow!

Sat-ta-day

So Megan, Kayla and I, were all blogging buddies right? And they all blogged today and I was reading their blogs and so now I'm all "I need to write something" but I don't have much to write about. If you're about to read the rest of this, you will suffer with crazy-nothingness. That was your warning.


Saturdays are great. I'm sure everyone knows that but I had to start out with something. I woke up today, because you know, that's what I do in the morning and it was ten-thirty. And I ate Raisin Brand Crunch, because I haven't pooped in awhile. I don't think you really needed to know that but whatever. So the morning was the usual, my dad and sister were mean to me, and my mom did stuff in the kitchen like make angel food cake and did dishes. Then around eleven-fifteen-ish we left to drop off garbage at the dump and go to my piano lessons. Which didn't go as well as it could've, I didn't practice all week and I had things on my mind. Important things, like Catching Fire! Which is a book I just purchased yesterday. It's the sequel to Hunger Games, awesome book.



So anyways, I've been carrying that around with me all day, even though I haven't really gotten a chance to read it. After piano, my mom, chicken nugget and I went to my grandparents, which would be my mom's parents and went to help them out with my Grandpa's Labor Day party he has almost every year, I guess this is his last one. He says it's too much work and I guess today I found out he was right. I had to help clean off their psycho-porch which had about a inch of dirt, a bunch of garbage and ugly wood on it. All while my Gramma made this amazing-looking apple bars and raspberry bars, yeah those are for tomorrow so I couldn't have one. It saddened me. I'm excited for the party though! Yay corn on the cob! Yay apple bars! Yay FOOD!--- Ahem, we went home and then we had to pile wood into the back of the truck for my dad's uncle, who we went and visited at their campground and had steak and ice cream and super amazing potatoes. So these potatoes? They were basically baked-mashed-baked-cheesy-garden onion-wonderful-sourcream-bacon-awesomey-goodness... But it was a long Saturday, I just summarized it. Hopefully, I didn't bore you out of your mind. However, there was a warning. I tried making it sound interesting if that makes you feel any better....

Babysitting and Grilled Cheeses

I'm babysitting right now, and I'm just trying to pass the time away by writing on here. So I don't have any recent weird dreams to talk about, because I couldn't sleep last night. I remember just laying there wanting to punch myself in the face because I was so annoyed. All I wanted to do was sleep but I had to have that stupid super-chocolate-amazing piece of cake before I went to bed so I just laid there. And I laid there, and then I fell asleep and then I woke up and then I would laid there some more. Basically, that's how my entire night went and now I'm really tired.

This year I'm looking forward to school, just so I don't have to babysit anymore. It's not the babysitting really, it's just the whole staying at my aunt and uncle's instead of being at home with my shiny lime green laptop and my dog (Olive aka O'dawg aka O). She gets all mad at me for being gone so long and just sits there and glares at me. She's old and crabby so I guess that's okay and she throws up, which is icky.

I love grilled cheeses! That's the only thing I can cook that turns out yummy.

I'm tired of ranting about nothing so BYE! SORRY FOR THE LAME BLOG!