Hello there! After a while I decided that I’m going to stop my story. Why don’t I ever finish my stories? Because after a while, I think that the story idea is a little too close to something I’ve seen before so ummm. For those how would’ve ACTUALLY WANTED to read my stuff and ideas, … well, I wouldn’t know. I don’t really have much confidence. Kinda. At least I did this blog thing. Maybe because………………….
Alright! I’ll try a one-shot then. See you then!
Away and back.
I’m BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK! Today my cousin came back from a little vacation. I got home two days ago. Getting used to how I was before. Like living the time of school.
The problem is, whether or not school is actually going to start. That’s tomorrow’s business. Arg. oh how i wish i could worry less, but NO.
I should train my imagination sometimes. But, when I have an idea to do something constructive, I start thinking about what others will say about me, and then I don’t do the GREAT IDEA I HAD IN MY BRAIN A MINUTE AGO. Arg.! I’m stuck here, with my embarrassment and imagination. Let’s not.
Update: August 2014
I’m not gonna type for, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, 2 weeks? Yah. Gotta spend more time with my family instead of listening to music in a corner. Spending time with them as in going away from my computer. But I’ll be fine, I don’t need my computer as long as I can be occupied in something. So, um this post is just to let anyone who wants know, know. See ya!
Bonjour…
Yeah. Hi. Why the French? Because I figured that I used all of the possible ways of saying ‘hello’ in English. Different ways, like, ‘hey’, ‘hey there’, ‘hello’, ‘hello there’, and so on. You get what I mean? I wonder why I always ask question in my posts that are about me if nobody looks at them and answer. Not many comments. Apart from spam comments that advertise. Y’know what would be nice? If someone I know, like at school— NO, wait. Nevermind. I don’t want anyone to look into my post. Unless they are my most trusted friends.
Okay, I don’t feel like typing about that anymore. I feel like typing about feelings. For example, your favourite feeling, emotion. Like, nostalgia, anger (???!!! who’s favourite is that? not moi…), sorrow, joy, et cetera. I like nostalgia. Only if they are happy, or enjoyable memories. For me, when I listen to my old MP3, the songs on it remind me of when my school goes on ski trips, and on the ski bus, I listen to it. So the songs remind me of a stuffy, warm, and noisy place. I went skiing this year actually. In January. Last year, and the year before. Ski trips are only for intermediates, but this year (last SCHOOL year), there was a class of 3-4s, so a few grade threes went with us. 2 classes per big bus. The newer buses are smaller, so only one class went on that bus.
Woaaah. I went a little too much in detail.
Anyways… I like thinking about things normal people just go along with. Woah. That sounds a little mean. A lot people out there think they are special. I don’t really think I am special. I think I am a weirdo. That’s all. Not different or special. Just one of those weirdos. Yah.
I’m not really sure about what’s going to happen to my story, so I’m going on a short (hopefully) hiatus. That’s all!!! See ya’ll later!
HOT DAYS
Hot days in B.C. are sometimes really hot. In B.C. hot is called from 8 degrees Celsius and up. So right now it is… 30 degrees. About 30 degrees.Today is one of those rare days in which I wear something REAL girly. I’m wearing a dress. People at school rarely see me in a dress. In which when I am wearing one, they don’t get to see it. There is a reason about why I don’t wear dresses to school I’m not going to tell anyone.
Hot days sounds weird. Like it has a different meaning for some reason. School starts in 2 months. Darn. That also means in 3 months I will be 11. That’s sort of old. But then again, in my grade 5 class, I’ll be the last grade 5 to celebrate it apart from that new girl whom is leaving this year. It’s creepy to think that the next time I go to school will be when I am in grade 6. In grade 6 at my school, we have to go to camp. We have to get immunizations. So do the grade 9’s. Which will include my sister. Grade 6… EEAH.
I’ll get over it soon enough and next year, I’ll probably be wailing about going to grade 7. It’s sort of creeping me out. I’ll go huddle in a corner for a bit now. Bye..!
I lied….
Okay, I said I was going to work on my story, but… I DIDN’T! So that’s the lie. Apart from that, I hate mosquito bites. I have two large ones on my legs and it itches A LOT! SOOO, I’m typing a blog post to distract myself from it. But it ain’t working so well. Whatever. So for the past 10 minutes, I have been listening to the album Fearless by Taylor Swift because, I found the DVD. SURPRISE!!!! So I’ll continue on with my music and… stuff. Yeah. See ya!
More Days
For the previous post, DAYS, I take back about the part about the kids living in poverty if they don’t get taught properly. Why? Because, I realize the reason the teachers are going on strike is because they don’t want to live in poverty. But, if they are smart, then they should have money saved up to live a nice life. Come on, don’t judge me, okay? I was a little fiery 4 days ago, okay? Mercy?
Anyways. School might still be going on, which is what I am hoping will go on. If school goes on, that means the teachers will get what they wanted, and we kids can go ahead and finish our normal school year. That would be nice.
I have like, nothing else to say. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH. So, um. See ya! Adieu!
Days
Hey there. I have not typed much posts because, I am very confused about school. All them strikes. Like, why should there be strikes for a whole 2 WEEKS? Also, some kids want there to be 2 weeks, because they want time off. But, if they do that, they’ll turn into people that just don’t care about how they’ll end up when they are older and they are looking for a job. But then again, I don’t care about their choices. They do what they want; not my fault.
My friend was worried about her mom not getting paid (she’s a teacher), and I go,”Don’t worry, you’ve got money saved up to live life the way it is normally, right? Then you’re fine. Don’t worry about things like this yet.”
For me, I don’t care until I need to. Like when I live alone. In the future. Man…
When the teachers go on strike, isn’t it sort of sad? Like they basically doing it for the attention from the government. Well, I could be wrong, but I think that. When I hear about strikes, it lowers my interest in wanting to be a teacher. Like when you go on strike, you aren’t doing your job, thus making the government mad, and going with the flow. Also, I don’t understand WHY THEY DO THOSE KIND OF THINGS, NOT PAYING PEOPLE PROPERLY, IN WHICH THEN AFFECTS BYSTANDERS AND THEN MAKING ME GO, WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?! So yeah.
I actually enjoy going to school when you actually DO WORK. When people of my MATH class say they hope school ends this Friday, I just wanna punch them. No offense. Don’t you know that this affects your future? And how you will survive in the future so that you won’t live in poverty? But then again, I said that I didn’t care about what they do, because I have nothing to do with them. Maybe just help them again, but if they don’t make good use of it, then I won’t ever help them.
School. I don’t get it. That’s all. Wait, I told my friend not to worry, and here I am being a hypocrite and ranting ALL THE WAY. Like why did I do this? Out of my free time. I personally don’t care, but if it works for them, then it works with me. I just like to go with the flow, but also sometimes, I care a LOT, and then I rant on some random places on the internet, like google drive, and this blog, or some random other program I use to type, and get my thoughts out on a file or something like that.
Okay. Well, that was a long post. I just realized that I type WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY faster than when I was like in grade 2-3. WAAAAAAAAAAY faster. OMG. Yeah, I type way more than back then. Even if that was only 2-3 years ago. Sometimes, when I type a story, and i type while thinking about what to write, I just freeze up and not type what I want to type. Sort of creepy. Yeahh. Oh, crap. I need to check something. Got to go. See ya guys some other time!
Distraction
When I go to school I don’t get that distracted, unless I’m sick, and I just go,’HUH?!’ and not really realize what is going on, like now. I’m sick as heck. Coughing and stuffy nose. I feel like a stuffed up turkey. Don’t ask me why.
School is getting a little more complicated as we go. Essay thingy is done (a while ago), and Science Project is almost due. Music is due tomorrow. Gotta remember to give it to the teacher. The only fun thing, is going outside to play soccer. I play soccer with mostly boys, and my two friends, and a girl I absolutely detest (she openly offends me. Like who does that? I know, HER.), and her body guard that screams with her when they think they get hit. It’s like 10 meters away from them and they’re like,”EEEEEEEEEK!!!” And I’m like, “What just happened?” Yeah.
When people offend me, like REALLLYYY openly, and they know I’m there, I just go,”What a nice day! I won’t let that ruin it, okay?” So, they get annoyed that I ignored it and just stomp awaaay from me. That’s a good thing. Yeah. In grade four, I got ‘lightly’ bullied (if you want to call it that) by that girl before her bodyguard came in this year. The two girls who offend me, are SO DAMN annoying. I hope they just leave me alone next year. Too bad for me, because, in grade seven, I have to graduate with one of them. I hope they’ll learn their lesson by then.
I’m a boring person. Yes, I just realized. I don’t have much to say. The only reputation I have at school, is for being one of the teachers kid’s closer friend. Man… It sort of hurts when all they see in me is ‘that teacher’s kid’s friend.’ I’m more than that. I’m not actually that. I have a name, excuse me.
I’ve gotten into trouble by a lot of people since I was in grade one. In grade two, I had to go to the principal’s office like at least 5 times (some for good reasons, and some for bad reasons). In grade 3, I had one problem which was a set-up to get me in trouble, BECAUSE I WAS A NEW KID IN THE CLASS AND SCHOOL. In grade four, we’ve already gotten through that. This year… Only in trouble twice. One not too bad, the second time (recently…) it was a little (sarcasm), only a little, worse.
I’ve learned my lesson, how about the people that don’t like learn theirs, and stop distracting me from having fun I’m supposed to have at school. It’s supposed to be a fun place where you learn things for the future. Right? So stop ruining my day. I always have a sensitive side, which is part of my girly side that cares about my looks and all the stuff a girl should be thinking about. And last year a person took advantage of it, and I won’t forgive her. Even if she wants me too. Plus, if she wanted my forgiveness, it’s WAAAAY too late too.
That’s pretty much it for my “little” distraction post. It’s supposed to distract you a little bit. Yeah. ANYWAYS, SEEYA!!!
Sticking Around
I’m back once again. I had a lot of stuff going on, like, Abel Math Test, essays, and… stuff involving me. Abel test was hard-ish. I got a little over 15 marks. It was out of 25. It’s okay, last year I got a little over 10. I got WAAAY better. This year than last year.
Essays. My class did a 5-paragraph essay for Mothers Day and gave our moms a pot of basil. We are doing a essay again right now, same format, but it is about the school days and years being longer or shorter. I’m doing the school year longer. Don’t ask me why.
Stuff, like things I do daily. Like things I ‘fret’ over. I dunno. Worry, my friend, WORRY.