5- Sprinting, Bulls, and Pigs

It is Saturday night. So. what do I do?????? BLOG, OF COURSE! So, recently I found out I had this passion for writing. Hermione (i probably spelled it wrong) is probably going durrrrrrrrrr. Anyway, I realized that I suck at writing "books". Stories, news articles,blogging, journalism = more my forte. Okay, back to junior highish topics. Today, my main intent is to tell you something a bit more depressing than my normal chattery posts. One word sums up the crappy part of junior high. The one word is bullying. Why yes, I have been a victim of it. Bullying is mainly kids harassing you and teasing you because of something about you. In my case, one student said a particularly mean comment of my um, weight. Society has created this perfect person who is extremely skinny and well, perfect. Unfortunately, if you aren't like that,(like me), guess what? Kids pick on you. That kid called me a mean name, to my friend at her locker. Apparently, he called me NaFATalie. While I at first hearing this pretended to laugh and shake it off. Trust me, inside I was SO not laughing. Yes, it did bother me little bit. But, I realized that kid was probably just trying to make him feel better. So, whatever. I don't really care anymore, but other kids are probably more sensitive. BULLYING NEEDS TO STOP! It is a disease of epic proportions. Okay, now skimming from that topic, time to update on my crush. You would never believe what happened. Let's call my crush uhhh, Mr. Pink Pig. So, on Friday as I was going to my 5th hour, which is math, Mr. Pink Pig all of a sudden started to talk to me. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE TALK TO ME! He started to talk to me about Geography and I accidentaly took my geography homework. Once I was in my math class, waiting for the bell to ring, I realized my UBER mistake! I ran out of the run and started to sprint toward my locker, on the other side of the room. As, I was opening my locker, the bell rang. Tears came to my eyes, as I realized I would get a late mark for the first time. When, i got back to the room, excpecting it to b locked, I came upon an open door. I ran inside the classroom, realizing that the teacher went to go get laptops. I made it, and still got to talk to Mr. Pink Pig. :) DOUBLE AWESOME BONUS! Overall, my Friday was pretty good, and the last half of the day amazing!

Tip: When in doubt, run as fast as your legs can carry you! :)

P.S: i attached a picture of my puppy hiding under my bed as I wrote this.

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Hello fellow bloggers! How are you? OMG, GUESS WHAT????????????? Its October 3rd! which meanssssss.....................i have started school! YIPPA DEE DOOO DAH!I love junior high 10 times more than stinky elementary school! The only part i hate is that i dont have my bffeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeaeae (Silvia, julia) with me! sniff sniff. I made a few new friends who are very friendish! I realized school is survival of the fittest. Why yes, I sound very cliceish. It's true! Mainly, school is like the ocean. (Bear with me). The top of the food chain are the sharks. The sharks are the very nice (pshhh, nott) jocks and populars. Jocks are obnoxious boys who unfortunately think they are the center of the universe because of their jockinesss. (PLEASE NOTE THAT NOT ALL JOCKS ARE LIKE THIS, OR ALL THE OTHER PEOPLE I TALK ABOUT! JUST THE MAJORITY OF THEM ARE) Then come the popular girls who stand next to their friends applying cosmetic products. And yes, they block circulation of the halways. Then come the fish. The fish mainly consist of average people who are pretty nice. (I believe myself to be in this group) :) I realized how cruel kids can be. For example, there is this very sweet boy who is a little slow. Other kids make fun of him, and laugh at him constantly. It repulses me how much people can judge other people just by looking at their cover. If I hadn't sat with a lonely boy alone at a cafeteria table, I would have never figured out that he hates twix, is super hyper after lunch, and that he makes the funniest facial expressions. Now, let me rant about boys and dating. EVERYONE IS DATING SOMEONE! It is a bit crazy! grrrrrrrrrrrr. So speaking metaphorically, if you like this boy two lockers away from who makes you feel a fluffy and light-headed when you talk to him, the truth is that he already has a girlfriend. :( Which makes you want to cry when you find out. echh, who am i kidding? I am so not talking metaphorically. One day he will realize that me and him will be more than friends, if we even are that. Junior high is a bundle of emotions so far. It is like a rollercoaster. It has its ups which make you to want burst of happiness, and its downs which make you want to barf. So when's summer?

Tip of the day: Don't judge a book by its cover.

THANKS FOR STICKING TILL THE END OF THIS NOTORIOUSLY LONG POST! <3

3- Populars, Europe, and Fruits

Popularity. Some people inherit it and some gain it. It's like winning a gold medal. Or is it? The people who are populars think so. In movies they are the top dogs. They run the school (metaphorically speaking). They make it feel like when you're talking to them, it's as life changing as meeting the Queen of England. They make you feel special. I knew some girls like that in my 6th grade class. For one second you believe that they are your real friends and the next they are backstabbing you to the next person in sight. The point is when you get friends, think of who are the true ones. The ones that support you, and have your back on every occasion. I personally have three best friends. Two are related to me. One lives in Europe. We are all going to go different junior highs. Another thing that bugs me are cliques. Those popular girls had a clique. Unfortunately, me and one of my best friends were a part of one. The other girls, our so-called "friends" were so nice to us that they made their own clique. I could go on all day telling all the awful things those girls (let's call them strawberry, banana, and blueberry) did. Or I could just tell you their addresses and ask you to go teepee their houses. Nah, just kidding. Anyway, I know that junior high isn't completely like the movies, but they have similarities. I know there will be the popular girls that expect everyone to fall on their knees when they are around. My plan is to stay away from them and try to make a few friends. I don't want to completely forget about my friends, but I don't want to be a loner sitting on the side. I think that's all for today. Oh, I'm going up north for the next three days so I'll see if I get Internet connection. Bye - Bye!!!

Note: Never Give Up!

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2- Lockers, Boats, and Rollerblades

Today, I will talk about lockers. Personally, they frighten me. When, I just think about the metal doors the hairs on the back of my neck stand straight up. Oh, don't get me started on the locks. So, apparently there is a thunderstorm outside. You know the ones that have pouring rain and lightning you can see from your window. CREEPY. I have found that at night I write better. It's 12:01. I don't know why but I just do. Back to lockers. What if mine doesn't open? I've heard you go to a janitor. What if the janitor is cleaning bird poop off the roof? What, do I do then. While I was cooped up with these thoughts, I was thinking what to call this blogthing, I first considered "Junior High 101". That sounded too much like Zoey 101, that tv show on Nickelodeon, that got cancelled a while ago. Then I thought about "How to survive junior high". It was catchy and it sorta rhymed. But, then again, I haven't actually been through junior high.  An idea popped into my head. I could use this as a diary, except in this case I don't have to use a writing utensil, and people can read this and hopefully they get a kick out of my dramatic gibberish. One day, I will probably read this and think "Wow, I'm pathetic". But hey, as I said I'll get a kick out of this. I would like to thank Aine Lyons for commenting, and helping boost my spirit. If you accidentaly got on my blog and started to read it and enjoy it, tell your friends, dogs, aunts, brothers, and bunnies to read it too. I accept any constructive criticism. If you're bored and feel like picking on a blog (or person) go ahead. If eventually I do get haters that will just mean that people read this mumbling, jumbling, mess of a blog. So, long story short, I need to stop drifting out from my topic. I feel like I'm in a boat and I am drifting away from Strawberry Island (?) to Crazyland. Hopefully, you are not getting tired reading this. I just can't stop writing, or typing. I should get a different hobby, like needlepointing. If you feel my posts are getting too long feel free to teel me. I just spelled tell, wrong. I guess I'm getting tired. I think this is a good time to end this post. Trust me, I will write tomorrow at 12 like always. :) thanks for sticking to the end of this post. Here's a cookie. C U L8TER. :) :) 

Tip of the day: Rollerblading is hard. (haha, I'm vague......)    

FIRST POST EVER :)

Ooooh. First blog post. So new and shiny. It's July 11th, 2010. I am scribbling these little thoughts down at 12:34. I have nothing else to do except watch my bestfriend make a blog (jaycouture.webstarts.com GO CHECK IT OUT) That inspired me! No, really I'm bored. Since I love going crazy and ranting about junior high in my head, I am using those thoughts and writing them out on this blog, eNsUrInG I dOn'T gO mAd!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay back to writing. If I sound overly dramatic that's because it's 12:48 an I get very emotional during the night. SEE! Go back ten words. I spelled an and I meant to spell and. I have officialy drifted off my main topic. JUNIOR HIGH! My electives are Band (I play flute, so la la la), and Drama (I love to act way too much). I also plan on joining book club! Hahaha, I am such a nerd! DOI! I don't know anyone at my new school. Well, except for this one girl but I have never talked to her except once. I'm probably going to be one of the freaky nerd people sitting alone at lunch reading a book, and eating out of my Harry Potter lunchbox. It's true. I have a Harry Potter lunchbox. Okidoke, time to watch a movie. SEE YA LATER ALLIGATORS!

Tip of the day: talking is better when you are jumping on a trampoline and you're under a sprinkler!