Week 16: 525,600 Minutes

My year in all has really actually changed A BUNCH since freshman year in 2014. I was depressed almost all the time and blamed the world for like everything.. and I would live by the "Be happy while it lasts" motto. I honestly blame myself for all of it though because I was the one who didn't really do anything about it. I also had mostly B and C grades. This school year, i'm sooo proud of myself! This year has been a success! I now am much happier! Like, it used to be I cried everyday and now I honeslty can't remember the last time I cried! :) I sound depressing and it's kind of weird and embaressing but i'm not like that anymore. My grades? So far, all A's and one B! :) I think being happy helped my mentality. It used to seem as if my brain totally shut down temporarily. Yeah, I have gotten a little more mean but only when someone's being rude. I no longer care to take crap from anyone. My freshman year did have some plus sides but to be honest, I hardly remember a thing about it. I'm pretty thankful for my friends, my boyfriend, my family, and my cheer team&coach..especially my coach she has helped me out sooooo much and is extremely understanding, freshman year without her may have been impossible.. :). They all have helped me through the rough times and motivate me to keep on trying. Never say you can't do anything. You can do anything that you put your mind to..you just haven't mastered it yet. I'm pretty proud of myself!!!:)

Week 15: Who stole the snow?

Well, I would never break into someones house.. but I guess if I had to I would probable be reaaally sneaky and have it fully planned out. I'd make sure no DNA was left behind. I'd climb down his chimney on Christmas Eve while he's sleeping. Ho ho ho Merry Christmas. In the sense I guess i'd be the Grinch who stole Christmas to Mr. Rain. For all he would know it was Santa Clause who stole his weather- controlling machine. He stole, so therfore Santa has no presents for this man. Once I laid my hands on the weather controlling machine I would probably not return it to the government because it's illegal to break into peoples homes. Soo I'd probably risk it and give Snow to everyone on Christmas.  Then, I'd hide it in my basement. Like I said there would be no DNA left behind so the only way that the government would find out that I had it is if someone of my visitors saw it while being over at my house and snitched. Otherwise, never would the Government find it.

Week 14: Dancing on the ceiling!

         My whole world is turned upside down, litteraly. Everyone else around me seems to be normall...but for me, there is no such thing as gravity on earth. I'm not allowed to go explore outside, which really does suck. Days seem so long and I feel as if i'm waiting to die each and every day with barely any oxygen. Yes, I'm on Earth...but it's like being reborn for me. Eating, impossible. It's hard to eat when I feel dizzy all the time and as if i'm going to puke. It's so weird being upside down. I'm not used to it. Doing my homework is odd.. It's really hard to describe, actually. It's like how all of you out there feel on Earth.. normal.. you walk you breath, you talk.. but it's just something hard to get used to as i'm lonesome walking on the ceilings. It hurts me to look at my friends because I have to roll my eyes all the way up. Idk it's really hard science. But... I definiatly have to say that it's definiatly something worth looking into. I don't know what happened or how I got to being like this... but I think maybe next time it would be smart to cook the turkey before dinner, raw turkey isn't all that good.. I promise.

Week 13: ZOMG FOOD!

Thanksgiving is always very exciting for me. Lately, the site of food disgusts me.. but thanksgiving dinner is always THE BESSTT. I like stuffing the most. I hate how I always get full after like a bowl of stuffing..because hten I don't get to eat the good stuff like cranberries.. turkey, mashed potatoes and gravy.. carrot cake.. things like that. It's really upsetting. My family doesn't really do anything special but make food. This year my aunt mary and grandpa are coming to my house for thanksgiving dinner. I love rolls with Jelly..they're super fresh tasting. Last year my family just made baked potatos which is my favorite. I really wish thanksgiving was the same as it was when I was little.. where my relatives didn't totally..seemingly abandon my sister,dad, and mom and I. It really does stink growing up because things have changed ALOT. But, I am and always will be thankful for the ones who are here now and for all that my parents do for me. HAVE A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING EVERYONE;)

Week 12: Wallflower

We tend to really love and appreciate people, but might not be all that good at showing it. First of all I appreciate my family which they know I do! But there are 3 others that know but may not know.
           
          I really appreciate you for being here for me for the past 2 years since I moved to Washburn..8th grade..9th grade..and now 10th grade.  You drove me crazy but I'm so glad that things have gotten sooo much better. I want to say thankyou for always being my shoulder to cry on. You keep me sane, though some days I wish I could be..well insane. Thankyou for always spoiling me,lol, even though I sometimes feel as if I don't deserve it. It's absolutely wonderful that when i'm having my mood swings you tolerate it. There are sooo many things I appreciate that you do for me.. even just the simple things..like smiling. It means alot to me to know someone who may understand me just a little more and that knows well..about 99% of everything about me. Most of all I want to thank you for you being you and to not give up on me.

Person numero dos; You're my bestfriend and you bring out the crazy in me..good kind of crazy. I've never done as much stupid crap with anyone else as I have with you. You, also, keep me sane. You really don't give the best advice as you think you do.. but it's awesome that you at least try to help. We've been bestfriends since like 2nd..well more became bestfriends in like 4th/5th grade. That's alot of years, to me. You struggle so much with happiness, but you still always try to help others out. I appreciate your family for always giving me a home to stay if I was to ever need it. Your home is my home and my house is your house. There's so much that I could say, I just don't know the right words to say it..as I am not very good at saying things..and have terrible grammar and little vocabulary.

 Last person..
           You wanna know why I appreciate you? Because you've motivated me to do better. You make me feel like i'm less than a human compared to everyone else..but I know i'm not. Therfore, with each and every insult.. you motivate me. I have been, and am going to, continue to prove to you that I will improve myself, with grades, with consistensy of sticking to my weight loss goal, to getting a job, a car..and my cheerleading abilities.. All of my improvements, and future improvements, are because of you.
                                                                                                             Thankyou.

Week 11: Behind the hamper

          As I was cleaning my closet, I noticed a knob..a door knob. I never noticed this! Further investigation I discovered it was an old dusty door! I was scared, but curious. Slowly, I opened the door. Creeking sounds, haunted. I felt a chill. It was a whole witch craft portal filled with ouija boards.. and demons. Not the friendliest demons either. I couldn't hear or see them but I knew they were there. I've seen them before. Lingering behind my room, scaring the cats and tapping on windows. I knew that you weren't supposed to play ouija boards by yourself..but I did it anyways. Candles flickering as I put my two fingers on the triangle. I began to get nervous and was tempted to take my fingers off and quit playing, although I knew that that could end very badly. All of a sudden, "HELLO." The triangle had moved. This was the beginning of the game.
I asked who was there....
 a couple seconds later.. "L-E-A-V-E" it spelled out.
 I asked who it was..
 it began spelling "M-A-R-Y"
That was my grandmas name. She was reaching out to me that I was about to conversate with someone I did not want to talk to. I didn't leave out of curiosity, though.
 "HELLO"... "LEAVE" The demon and my grandma battled. Finally, vulgor words were only transcripted.
"Grandma?" I asked in fear.
"NO" the triangle moved.
 "What did you do with her" I asked.
 "G-O-N-E" The spirit board replied.
"Where did you take her?!"
"L-E-O-N"
"Is that your name?" I asked..
"YES" the triangle slid.. "S-A-F-E"
Leon was telling me that my grandma left and went into a safe place, but I knew the safe place wasn't really safe. I knew she was sitting right next to me because that's not like my grandma to put me into danger.. I also knew my Grandpa Joe was waiting right next to me too. I had two beautiful angels taking care of me making sure I was safe, trying to protect me.

              Leon and I's conversation lasted for a good, long, stressful hour. I was so scared. He told me things like he will visit me in my dreams.. he'll torture me till the day I have kids, (then he'll haunt my kids). Leon was not the demon I ever wanted to conversate with again. I had played a ouija board before, but never have I met anyone like Leon. The moral of this is to always be cautious and have a responsible adult who knows what they're doing before making a risky decision. Especially if it's discovering new things amisdt your home.. I coouuuld have died.

Week 10: Cool costume!

  Well, since i'm trying to blend in as an 11 year old, whom still is 'allowed' to get candy when trick or treating, my friends and I dressed in a full suited alien costume. This costume has an alien face..eyes..antenas..and then a black gown to cover the body. The witch turned my friends into Aliens! Many people were scared and even my mom ran away from me as I was trying to explain. I gained lazer beams in my eyes. My hands were green.. eck. Honestly, I wanted to stay this way and have a night full of fun. I got back at many people whom have bullied me or just hurt my feelings in the past by scaring the pee out of them. This witch apparently turned many others into their costume.. NOT a good idea. We had spiderman..which I found out was Ricky.. we had a ghost, my grade school teacher..Godzilla..ALOT of teenage .."bunnies".. the hulk.. pirates..the witch made a horrible mistake! I thought I wanted to stay as an alien but then I changed my mind as I noticed everyone elses costume transformation. I ran to the witch and threatened to snap her broom and lazer beam ALL of her potions out of their glasses if she didn't turn all of washburn back to normal.. she denied it but after I began to snap her broom she quickly got her spell book out and casted it as we walked past everyone in the small town and put the sleeping potion along with the spell book on everyone. The next day.. I was in the newspaper "UFO SPOTTED!" Uhh ohh..

Week 9: Honey, I shrunk the students

Everything was so massive! In order to get Ms. Hudson's attention I had to do many things. First of all, I almost got squashed by the lucky ones who did not get shrunk about 5 million times. I had to run back and forth between teenagers lingering, books crashing, desks moving, and mice...chasing. Boy let me tell you, THAT was a workout. I finally reached Ms. Hudson's desk.. "MS HUDSON, MS HUDSON!!!!!" I scrame... as she walked out into the hallway to find the screaming student. Confused, she walked back to her desk. I began to drag books that were under students desks to make a stair way to the tip top of her desk. Drag...UGHF...UUUGGGHHH.. I whimpered as I slowly, but with all my strength, drug all the books one by one. It took me about an hour to do this. As I did all this, trust me, I tried screaming her name but I guess I sounded like a mouse or something because she began setting up mouse traps in fear from hearing squeeks repetitively.  One by one I continued stacking the heavy books. Finally, I began climbing to her desk.  As I got to the second to last book, here came wild Ricky running in the class room uncautiously and knocked my staircase down. Luckily, I jumped when I seen this animal running in. I was hanging from the desk barely by 3 fingers. I moaned and groaned and finally made my way to the surface. Ms Hudson was grading papers  and as I was jumping up and down waving my arms...she still did not even see me. I knew it wasn't right but something HAD to stop her concentration so I knocked over all her pens and finally.she looked down and saw me and told me that I had to pick up all her pens before she will return me to my actual size. So I spent another 30 minutes picking up what seemed to me totem poles.. finally..I finished and was returned back to my average human like size.

week 8: explaining science..

   How do we hear people over the phone? Well, there are thousands of cords that lie beneath the grass. It's kind of like the can and string theory..but more advanced. The cords send thousands of wires that your voices bounce off of as sound waves. Long time ago, when we did not have alot of knowledge, we had to shout on the phone. Then, we invested in some hy-def HD cords. These cords are not thing what so over.. they travel through 4 feet tubs each 5 cords which are 12 inches tall. These tubes and cords extend all the way from, for example, Hawaii and Africa. There's plastic wrapped around these cords about a thousand times to keep it secure from water damage. The latest discovery shows that these cords are about 20 feet deep under the ground. It's strange how things actually work...

Week 7: What a fright!

I've been going to haunted houses since I was itty-bitty. Never have I gotten scared! Not even fun-scared...until last year at Forest Citys haunted house. It was fun- scary. The people litteraly seem phsycotic. They'd get in your face with a chain saw and just it makes you want to scream because no matter how much you laugh acting like it's okay..they still don't care and keep going. If you are wanting to go to a non-petty Haunted house I highly recommend checking out Forest City's haunted house! We are planning on going this Saturday, which I'm really excited about! My boyfriend, Ricky, and my twins, Jordan, are going to go with us if we do end up going with my dad. I feel like since I know what's coming I'm not really going to be as scared...but the boys on the other hand..it'd be hilarious if they got like .. well, fun-scared. I'm for sure ready to have a fun filled spooky night tomorrow!

Week 6: I want to play a game...

 My scary movie would involve me and a couple close friends. I wouldn't be as dumb as to go in a very obvious scary abandoned place, unless that was my only choice. I'd be trying to escape from my only nightmare. The only person in my wildest dreams whom pesters me till i'm at the edge of the cliff. I'm the main target, the victim..the one who's thought to die. Since i'm the main target my friends would try to hide me as much as possible from the beast. My friends and I are on a hike to the oldest oak tree known to man. This tree has many ancient carvings and witch craft voodoo stuff. My enemy, the only person in my wildest dreams, doesn't like when I do things that they don't want me doing, although i'm doing nothing wrong. He died, hanging in a tree. He watches over me, but still hurts me. He followed my friends and I into the woods on our long hike. At the end of my movie he will corner me to either a life or death situation. Come with him and I live, but do not live happily. I go to the underworld where flames engulf me..but not enough to kill me. He will put me through many suffering situations. Die. I can die. I am at the edge of the cliff. I will no longer be here, and my friends will be safe but will have to live with a very, very sad memory. I built strength and realized I didn't want to do either. I took the beast and stood up to him.. I took the huge boulder that was lying next to me, and picked it up. I gathered all my strength and told myself, "You can do this." I took the rock and slammed it at the beast..the beast fell down the cliff and dissolved in the water, its weakness. After that night I said my goodbyes to my friends and packed up and left to my safe haven. I knew it was best to leave them so that they're safe, too. I moved somewhere far, far and wet. Florida on the beach.

Week 5: My Heart Belongs to:::

I don't really know who or what to blog about due to I don't really watch TV or movies that are totally fictional.. so I guess I'm just going to go with Spongebob. It would be cool to be under water and visit the krusty crab. I'd try some of their Krabby patties and see if it's totally worth the money or not. I'd also inform spongebob by the end of my visiting that he is serious really annoying. I would take clarinet lessons from Squidward because that'd be pretty beast. Before I left the area I definiatly would rob mr. krabs of all of his money and his little violin. The most exciting thing would be to go jelly fish hunting. I would isolate The Bikini Bottom of all of its jelly fish and take it home to make homemade jelly. I then would sell it for $7 a jar. Last but not least I would relive the hash slinging slasher episode and definiatly scare the crap out of Spongebob. It would scare him so bad that he'd quit his job as spongebob and would flee Bikini Bottom.

Week 4: Urban Legends

One legend that I have heard since I had an email was the "Carmen Winston" chain mail. It had said that if you didn't forward to so and so amount of people that she will visit you tonight, do bad things to you, you'll have bad luck..etc. I believe this may have to do with the bloody mary story, but I may be wrong. I don't really remember how it went. When I was little I believed in this. I would forward the mail until eventually I realized, as I got older, that it wasn't true. I remember being scared to go in the bathroom at night or with the lights off because I was scared that I was going to see her in the mirror. The stories can be scary, especially, if you're a scaredy cat like me.

Week 3: Song

Many country songs seem to have more of a meaning than any "Hip hop"..rock...etc. I like many songs, but I guess the one song that I can, somewhat, remember the lyrics to and that really has a good meaning is the song Every Storm Runs Out of Rain. I like the part where it goes something like, "Every heartache will fade away, just like every storm runs, runs out of rain." It's true and has meaning. It can mean something to people who are going through a bad time. Once you sit there and let that sink in you'll realize that with time, things will get better. All songs, that I know of, have a meaning.

Week 2: Bragging rights.

Well, I don't really know what or if there is much to brag about because, well, I'm me. The one thing that I know I can brag about is art. I'm a pretty good artist. I'm not creative but I can draw pretty well. In art for my "zentangles" project I drew a beast looking lion. I am pretty proud of it to be honest. Now, we are working on this garfield cartoon drawing that Mrs. Young is teaching us how to draw. I would say I don't really need to be taught how to do it, but it helps to learn to draw the simple shapes. It's really good. I love bragging about my drawings and posting them on facebook to brag a little more. Another thing I do have to brag about is I am pretty good at getting my homework in on time. I have received good grades since I started here at Lowpoint Washburn my 8th grade year. I love and tend to brag about is my Husky. She has the brightest blue eyes and is so goofy with a major personality.

How's School? Week 1

School has been really good so far! It's better than I thought it was going to be. I really like my classes. Today I drove with Mr. Davis, I was super nervous. It wasn't even that bad, though! I really enjoy art and study hall. In art we are working on zentangles. For my zentangle I am creating a lion which fills almost all of my page. It is extremely time consuming. I'm looking forward to doing cheer again this year. I really liked all the cheerleaders last year, although there were times as if I felt like I was a huge screw up, but that's okay! Mrs. Davis is really nice! I also am looking forward to blogging. I love to write, or in this case, type. Last year I really enjoyed english, and I hope this year I enjoy it too. I'm really shooting to keep my grades up. I used to get really bad grades at my old school, Metamora, but since I moved here I have been doing well.