I am my own best friend.

Why hello there.

After much figuring and deciding (and crying in front of Raechelle) I have decided that I relate better with adults. So Raechelle and Trish are my best friends and Tyler is like my guy friend who's my age. I've decided not to be so lonely and to be more happy with myself, and accept who I am as my own best friend.

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Forgive the crappy alignment. Friggin' Blogger wouldn't let me put them on the same line.

But anyway.

Speaking of crappy, I really would like a new layout, not to mention a new banner. That picture is pretty outdated. Also the layout that I have sucks, and Pyzam has been failing me recently, so I think I'll just use a default one and be happy.

This has been a rather short post, brought to you by you're friends at... well, me.

This reeeeeeally sucks.

So guess what?

Stephanie doesn't want to be friends with me anymore either. And nobody else likes me, but I can't go anywhere else because no one will accept me, and in a lot of places, I don't necessarily want to be accepted. It's a fine line.

Oh yeah, and Kathy is being extremely obvious in ignoring me, and no matter how many times I try to get the point across that she's being a huge bitch, she goes right back to it. I think she's trying to pretend like she's being my friend, but she's really failing horribly.

In other news, today was the "Mid-Winter" dance at my school. I didn't go, of course, because all the guys, Kathy, and Stephanie were in Johnson's, and I didn't really want to go anyway. It's loud, hot, crowded, and they play crappy music.

But I had a much better time hanging out with everybody in Johnson's (even though Ms Horrible (shudder) was "monitoring") than I would have had actually being at the dance. We played Musical Chairs to speed metal from Kevin's Zune and Zack built a 6-foot tall tower of Lit. books that later fell down and made a really loud noise. Then Toby lay down on the table and we covered him with books. I'd upload the pictures, but they're on my phone and I don't have a cable.

But anyway.

Today, Mom would have turned 44.

Enough said.

Fun, fun, fun.

I guess Max doesn't not like me anymore, but all the other guys are pretty damn accepting of me now.

After Kathy started spiting me and doing hurtful things to me such as looking at me with supercilious (Thank you Ms Johnson. I LOVE that word now) glances and telling  that I said that he should get a 2 on his outline paper in Vo's class, I approached her and said, "Hey. WTF." And she apologized. We agreed to be friends again because apparently there's no median in between being mean and being nice for her. I just kind-of didn't do anything, but she had to take it to the extreme for some crazy reason.

In other news, Mr. Oliver gave us a project about life in the real world and how much money we would earn if we went to college versus if we didn't go to college and went to work right out of high school. And the whole point is to earn more money after college than high school, but I am totally going to prove him wrong. For option A, which is the college option, I said that I wanted to be an elementary school teacher and go to grad school to get my masters in education. I would make about $47K a year as a teacher. HOWEVER, if I don't go to college and I got the required ten hours of CE and my license to be a funeral director, I would earn about $80K a YEAR. Plus the fact that "year 0" on my graph is supposed to be when I would have graduated from college if I had gone, which means that I would have $640K by that time, as opposed to the -$208256 I would have graduating from grad school which would be paying for tuition and fees for going to UW. Now just think if I had gone to, say, Harvard. That would be WAY more expensive, counting for the fact that it's a friggin' ivy league school AND it's not in Washington, so I would have to pay non-resident tuition. THAT is expensive.

But yeah. Life is weird.

Geh. People suck.

So, I believe it was yesterday, Kathy proclaimed that she didn't "really want to be friends with [me] anymore".

And then last Friday, McKenzie claimed that I was "too stupid to correspond with" over a stupid argument because I can "never admit that I'm wrong". And she used 'your' instead of 'you're'. Which was ironic.

And now what do I have?

Stephanie. Stephanie is what I have. I'm not saying that's really a bad thing, but... just... meh.

So now Raechelle is my best friend. I don't have to worry about her leaving me and I can talk to her about whatever I want whenever she's physically there.

Well, it looks like 2011 is actually turning out to be a LOT worse than 2010. AND it's only January.

Crap.

Then there's high school, which earns an even bigger "Crap" because there are more people. And it's a new school. Like, a really new new school, that they rebuilt. High school is freaking SCARY.

I am a lonely sap.

With good reason. Nobody is available to be... not lonely with. Seriously.

Break ends on Monday. Then it's school. Ugh.

Friday is New Years eve. I haven't really lived 2010 to the most like I should have, what with the beginning of a new decade and all, but 2011 is definitely looking like it's going to be a LITTLE bit better. Maybe. If not way worse. Let's hope it's better, though, shall we?

I also have nowhere I really want to go, so I'm probably going to go with my parents to Dan Trish's house, where I get to play with a baby. Hoorah.

By the way, Max totally doesn't like me anymore. He probably thinks I'm annoying and desperate. Well, I'm not denying the fact that I'm the teensiest bit desperate, but I don't think I'm that annoying. Am I?

This doesn't help my self-esteem.

I've decided to back off and let them come to me instead. And if nobody ever does, oh well.

On another note, I've gotten used to my feet being cold. It's eternally freezing in my room and there's not a lot I can do to fix that, so I'm just cold all the time. I don't think it helps that I have three (count 'em THREE) windows in my little tiny room. One is the size of the big windows in my living room. Because of this small detail, I don't have a lot of wall space or options for places to put my map. So it's not up at the moment.

Maybe if I get a space heater...

In the meantime, I'll be cold.

But anyway.

Don't you just hate it when people try to send you pictures on your phone and you can't get any so they take up a lot of space on your phone?

Yeahhhhh, that happens to me all the time. Especially with Zack. He probably doesn't know that I can't receive pictures, but you can't blame him because nobody told him. I will definitely have to get that fixed, though, because me being my nosy self, I REALLY want to know what the picture is.

But again, oh well.

That's all I have to say for now. Goodbye.

Hairy Fish Nuts to Paul and to Paul a New Trite.

Mele Kalikimaka, Merry Keshmish, Feliz Navidad, Boas Festas, Felices Pasquas, Nadolig Llawen, Joyeux Noel, Buone Feste Natalizie, Froehliche Weihnachten, En frehlicher Grischtdaag, Kellemes kara’csonyi u”nnepeket, God Jul, Gle[eth]ileg jol gott og fars, Hristos se rodi, Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Hanukkah, and last of all, Merry Christmas.


For those of you who are wondering what I got for Christmas, I got an electric razor and a blanket. 


And, well, ya' know, some candy, nail polish, a zombie finger puppet, a guitar chords book, a photo album, a new mouse, and a camcorder.


I have to say, I'm not ungrateful for the razor. It's a lot more convenient than those stupid non-electric ones. Jeez.

~*~

I'm going to be getting a monthly allowance from my grandparents in California. But that's not all. They're going to be paying me like a minimum wage child laborer and give me a whopping $50 every month. But hey, it's a start.

Of course there's a catch, though. There's always a catch to these kinds of things.

That would be that I'm in charge of buying EVERYTHING I get, including clothes (which, in itself, includes shoes) except food. Which is still pretty freaking awesome.

They also apparently have college funds stored away for me and my brother, so that on top of the grandchildren's trust that my dad has going on, I'm pretty much set for college, and it'll be a bonus if I get a scholarship. However, me being my horribly and pathetically apathetic self, I'll be too lazy to and I'll just go.

~*~

And now we have one more long, grueling week until winter break is over, and then at least two long, grueling months until spring break, and then after that there will be at least another long, grueling month of school until I go to Disneyland with the band, and then a few more weeks and then it's the end of the year.

And then I'm in high school.

Oh god.

Another Update.

I feel bad now. I haven't posted in a really long time.

Now that it's winter break, though, I'd imagine I'll have more time if there's anything worth blogging about.

Nothing really interesting has happened, though.

While you're waiting for me to think of something to say, you should check out Pomplamoose's YouTube channel! And buy some stuff. But whatever. Do what you wish.

In other news, Saturday is the best freaking day of the year.

Christmas, my friends. Christmas. A day of joy, happiness, and a helluvalotta prezzies.

Speaking of Christmas, which is associated with snow, guess when the good ol' Puget Sound Lowlands got snow? The answer? About a week before Thanksgiving.

I know, right? It's weird.

It's also weird that we're probably NOT going to get snow on Christmas. Or in December, for that matter.

While we're on the subject of snow, I had a WONDERFUL time in it. Well, not really, since I didn't get to go hang out with Kathy, Kevin, Zack, and Max down on the other side of town because of the ice.

Oh, yes. The ice.

Let me elaborate:



Yes, it was like that.

But anyway, we got a LOT of snow and I went nearly insane because I was expecting fun and being with friends until I realized that I couldn't get to them because they're all over a mile away from me and it would be very difficult to get there.

Oh well. I got pictures of that day even though I wasn't there.

But I can't post them for identity protection.

But whatever. At least you can imagine how it went. Picture two teenagers, a white redhead one (Zack) and a half Black half Argentinian one who looks kind-of awkward and has an afro (Max) rolling around in a bunch of white powder. And the redhead keeps attacking the one with the afro. That's pretty much how it looks.

That's about it. Suddenly I'm craving Indian food...

Ciao!

Changes, Changes, Changes.

Changes are afoot, my peeps.

As I have said before, change is inevitable -- except from a vending machine.

Okay, so I didn't really say that. Some guy named Robert C. Gallahager or something said it. But, you know, whatever.

So, it started snowing on Sunday.

At first, it was this really weak stupid snow that first night, and I got excited, and then it stopped snowing and I was sad.

But then I woke up the next morning and there was snow everywhere.

School went on on Monday, but we had two-hour early dismissal because they were expecting a lot of snow later on. All the staff kept yelling at people because they were throwing snowballs at people. I'm just glad Ms. Worserest wasn't there. She would probably attempt to take away all the snow. Because that's what she does.

Oh, did I tell you about Ms. Worserest? I can see I didn't.

Well, she's the suckiest vice principal for a middle school WHO EVER LIVED.

How to I hate thee, Ms. Worserest? Let me count the ways:

1. You make up stupid rules that weren't even written anywhere
2. You replaced Ms. Awesome, who was THE BESTEST vice principal EVAR compared to you.
3. You think the words "should" and "must" are the same thing.
4. You're under the delusion that kids ages ten and up are unable to cross streets without supervision, so you put up traffic cones and direct traffic when you weren't even said to be allowed to do this in the first place, but you do it anyway for some reason unbeknown to me and many other people.
5. You are also under the delusion that just because Mr. Cooper, the REAL principal, is locked in his office all day, even though all the other staff is around, YOU and YOU only are in charge. Which is not necessarily true. However, you are unfortunately in a position of power, which is frustrating to me, but I'm not going to say anything about it because if I do I'll get in trouble.

So there.

Where was I? Oh yes. Snow.

So, on Monday, Kathy, Max and I were standing by this tree of awesomeness (now to be referred to as ToA), and it was snowing, and MAX DIDN'T HAVE HIS COAT ON. I mean really. He was holding it in his hands, but he didn't put it on. I didn't say anything until he started shivering, and then I said, "Max! Why aren't you wearing your coat?! It's SNOWING for god's sake! AND you're shivering!" He replied with "No I'm not," and then Kathy asked him if he wanted a ride home and he said yes and then they left and I was alone.

So I went home too.

That night, it snowed EVEN MORE, and now there's about six inches of snow on the ground.

It's about time.

School was canceled today, and it's canceled tomorrow, and it was Thanksgiving weekend anyway, so I get a six-day weekend.

SWEET.

Tomorrow, I really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really really want to get out of the house for once, so Kathy's trying to make plans with Kevin, and I'm probably going to be able to come. And so is Tyler, but just because he asked.

I just thought it was about time that I blogged, and today is an update.

Bye!

P.S. Did you see the new layout? It's BEAUTIFULZ, I know. It's a lot better than any of the other ones that I've had so far, especially with my banner. Now it's just all kinds of prettifulzzzzzzzz. That's it. For reals. Bye.

Baked goods, pregnancy, and drawing.

Hello, all.

Today, on the menu will be Rice Krispie Treats. And coffee cake. But more the former than the latter. Sorry.

The reason why I'm making them instead of something that I would like a lot more is because Raechelle has a pregnant friend who really really really really really really really likes them. So I'm making them for her.

Speaking of pregnant people, there is, in fact, a girl at my school and in my grade that is pregnant. I'm serious. She's a nice enough girl, but honestly, it's not surprising. She's a good person that made a lot of wrong choices.

On a completely different note, I have accepted the fact that I can't draw with a failed attempt at *Pikachu* and *Domo-Kun*. Now I just aimlessly doodle little cartoons. A few of these gave me the idea to make a new comic. It shall be called Revenge of the Cynical Monoliths. It's about, well, cynical monoliths. Or rather, two cynical monoliths and an overly excited one. They just look like squares, though. I could draw them 3-D, but that would defeat the purpose of purposefully bad drawings.

But anyway.

My weekend has been quite uneventful. Sucks for me; it's Sunday. Last day of freedom before... sigh... school. Ugh.

This has been a rather short post.

Update!

Now that I'm in Spectrum... It's... Really not as awesome as I thought it would be. But it's nowhere near as bad as my old classes. I mean really. Reflection symmetry? Ha.

Well, anyway, today has definitely not been a very good day. In first period, I was writing some Chinese characters on a little piece of paper because I was bored, and McKenzie started saying how much I failed and that I was doing it all wrong. When I did it right, she said to do it faster. This was the point where I decided not to put up with it and I just said, 'screw it' and ignored anything having to do with Chinese.

Then McKenzie asked me what my topic was for a personal essay we're supposed to write for this NPR program called This I Believe. When I showed it to her, Kathy saw and said, "That's kind of a given." Which wasn't very nice, because it's the best I could come up with, and I had been thinking about it for two days.

So that made me feel crappy.

Then there was at lunch, when I said to Stephanie as a joke after Amy gave me the rest of her food, "Hey, look. I actually didn't take it forcefully," Stephanie made a big deal out of it and started to tell everyone. And then Kathy said, "Yeah! This is a breakthrough for you!" and she looked completely serious. Which also made me feel crappy.

Then in science, this guy tried to prove me wrong with something that we were supposed to do and he said it in a very matter-of-fact, 'stop trying to be better than me' voice. That also made me feel crappy.

So, all those things piled up on top of each other, I was really depressed in 5th period, and after class, I went to the counselor and cried for a little while. That made me feel a little better. Then I was still just depressed and all I was thinking about during 6th period was how badly I wanted to be out of there and in 7th period.

7th period was substantially better than the rest of the day. I got to do math with McKenzie and then start making a big poster that we're going to work on tomorrow during lunch, and, even though I hate algebra, no matter how crappy I feel, by 7th period, it all goes away.

Well, goodnight.