Enjoy.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Our Titles
Okay, so we have Sherlock, or Morgan la Fay as she used to call herself. Strange name I think, for one because Morgan sleeps with her brother (Arthur for those of you who do not know the legend), and also kills off two husbands. Not only that, but she is a big practicer of black magic.
If I were a King Arthur character, I'd most likely be Lady Nimue. Who is that you ask? Why, only the Lady of Avalon, or better known as the Lady of the Lake. Yerp, the one that gave Arthur his sword and eventually takes him to Avalon (No, he doesn't die.)
So yeah, there's a little bit of history for ya.
-Scarlet
If I were a King Arthur character, I'd most likely be Lady Nimue. Who is that you ask? Why, only the Lady of Avalon, or better known as the Lady of the Lake. Yerp, the one that gave Arthur his sword and eventually takes him to Avalon (No, he doesn't die.)
So yeah, there's a little bit of history for ya.
-Scarlet
Saturday, January 3, 2009
I WENT SKYDIVING!!
Yes, folks, you heard (read?)correctly, I went skydiving!
Well, indoor skydiving, anyway.
I have a really good friend named Gabby, who lives maybe a block away from me. We spend tons of time together, just being random. Well, her dad is a orthadontist, and he currently only has one child living with him, only 4 days of the week. So, as you can imagine, he has tons of cash and nothing really to do with it.
A week or so before Christmas, he drove me and Gabby to Vegas. On the way back we were going to pick up her sister, brother-in-law, and niece on the way home. Anywhoo, we decided to have some fun first.
He took us to a place called Fly Away, an indoor skydiving institute. It cost $75 per person, for a three minute flight. I know, I know, some of you may be saying "Three minutes?! What a rip off!!" But, in actuality, when you pay to go real skydiving (which is much much much more expensive) you only get to free fall for about 30 seconds-not that long.
I was really getting almost the sensation for 6 times as long.
They first had to take our names, age, height, and weight, so that they could get the proper equipment for us. They had classes starting every half hour, and we had about 45 minutes to wait before our class began. The information desk lady told us we could go and watch people from the observation tower.
I thought that was the coolest damn thing I have ever seen in my entire freakin life. Ever. The instructor was spinning the kids around, and flyin with them-just awesome.
When our class started, me and Gabby headed up to the little instruction room thingy. There were two other boys there. Some of you chicks out there may be saying "ooh boys!!" but not really. The looked somewhere between the ages of 9 and 12. Considering I'm 15, not as much thrill as you might think.
The instructor dude, Jeremiah (sp?) had us watch a video first, and then reviewed it with us, all the safety procedures and hand signals and such.
Then we got suited up.
The people had already found suits for us, we couldn't pick them out. I was kinda bummed about this, but not after I found out what my suit looked like.
One of the little boys got a pink suit-fitting for the emo he was-and the other kid's was green. Gabby had this really cool lime green, aqua, and sunshiny yellow stripe thing.
Mine-get this-was a SANTA SUIT!! Not kidding! It was big, and red. The size belt was big and black and shiny. The cuffs around the hands and feet-lol-were covered in fur!! It was so EPIC!!
We were laughing so when I put it on. Hilarious, man.
We had another 15 minutes before the other guys were done in the simulator, so we went to watch.
I couldn't hear the deafening roar of the wind anymore, considering I had my earplugs in.
When we were about ready to go, it was even harder to hear when I put my big pink helmet on. We had these really cool goggle things we had to wear, and they left funny red lines on our faces, which we took pictures of, of course.
This was when I almost crapped myself.
The only thing separating me from a gargantuan fan that would no doubt slice me into tiny little bits was-bah-two wire nets.
Just two wire nets.
They didn't look very sturdy, just FYI.
Gabby and I just looked at each other, sure we were going to end up as sushi.
He had Gabby go first, and then me. The control room peoples turn the fan on really low at first, and let you lay down on the wire net and then turn it up so you can fly.
When I first layed down, spread my legs apart and up, arms extended, I made the grave mistake of looking straight down into the fan.
I was too scared to wet myself this time.
Then, I had the coolest sensation I have ever felt in my entire 15 years on Earth-flight.
I don't really know how to describe what it was like in the air, it was really just amazing. Not to toot my own horn, but I was doing pretty well. The instructor grabbed my waist and spun me around. I rose higher and higher into the air while spinning. The awesome part was Gabby's dad got a picture of me doing it. I had proof to rub in my brother's face. TAKE THAT!!
When I fell out, smashing into the paded dark blue walls, he let the other two boys try. The little pink one would get a foot or so off the net, and then freak out, waving his arms and legs, falling back down. Boy, was he pissed when we got out of there.
On my next turn, Instructor Dude just motioned for me to jump right into the air current. That, my friends, was the coolest damn thing ever. I put my hands together, and dived in, kinda like someone might dive into a pool.
I shot right up.
The best part by far, though, was when he let me and Gabby lay down on the net across from each other, and hold hands. He spun us then too.
So there you have it. My first ever indoor skydiving experience.
If you ever have an extra $75 laying around, try this.
{M}
Well, indoor skydiving, anyway.
I have a really good friend named Gabby, who lives maybe a block away from me. We spend tons of time together, just being random. Well, her dad is a orthadontist, and he currently only has one child living with him, only 4 days of the week. So, as you can imagine, he has tons of cash and nothing really to do with it.
A week or so before Christmas, he drove me and Gabby to Vegas. On the way back we were going to pick up her sister, brother-in-law, and niece on the way home. Anywhoo, we decided to have some fun first.
He took us to a place called Fly Away, an indoor skydiving institute. It cost $75 per person, for a three minute flight. I know, I know, some of you may be saying "Three minutes?! What a rip off!!" But, in actuality, when you pay to go real skydiving (which is much much much more expensive) you only get to free fall for about 30 seconds-not that long.
I was really getting almost the sensation for 6 times as long.
They first had to take our names, age, height, and weight, so that they could get the proper equipment for us. They had classes starting every half hour, and we had about 45 minutes to wait before our class began. The information desk lady told us we could go and watch people from the observation tower.
I thought that was the coolest damn thing I have ever seen in my entire freakin life. Ever. The instructor was spinning the kids around, and flyin with them-just awesome.
When our class started, me and Gabby headed up to the little instruction room thingy. There were two other boys there. Some of you chicks out there may be saying "ooh boys!!" but not really. The looked somewhere between the ages of 9 and 12. Considering I'm 15, not as much thrill as you might think.
The instructor dude, Jeremiah (sp?) had us watch a video first, and then reviewed it with us, all the safety procedures and hand signals and such.
Then we got suited up.
The people had already found suits for us, we couldn't pick them out. I was kinda bummed about this, but not after I found out what my suit looked like.
One of the little boys got a pink suit-fitting for the emo he was-and the other kid's was green. Gabby had this really cool lime green, aqua, and sunshiny yellow stripe thing.
Mine-get this-was a SANTA SUIT!! Not kidding! It was big, and red. The size belt was big and black and shiny. The cuffs around the hands and feet-lol-were covered in fur!! It was so EPIC!!
We were laughing so when I put it on. Hilarious, man.
We had another 15 minutes before the other guys were done in the simulator, so we went to watch.
I couldn't hear the deafening roar of the wind anymore, considering I had my earplugs in.
When we were about ready to go, it was even harder to hear when I put my big pink helmet on. We had these really cool goggle things we had to wear, and they left funny red lines on our faces, which we took pictures of, of course.
This was when I almost crapped myself.
The only thing separating me from a gargantuan fan that would no doubt slice me into tiny little bits was-bah-two wire nets.
Just two wire nets.
They didn't look very sturdy, just FYI.
Gabby and I just looked at each other, sure we were going to end up as sushi.
He had Gabby go first, and then me. The control room peoples turn the fan on really low at first, and let you lay down on the wire net and then turn it up so you can fly.
When I first layed down, spread my legs apart and up, arms extended, I made the grave mistake of looking straight down into the fan.
I was too scared to wet myself this time.
Then, I had the coolest sensation I have ever felt in my entire 15 years on Earth-flight.
I don't really know how to describe what it was like in the air, it was really just amazing. Not to toot my own horn, but I was doing pretty well. The instructor grabbed my waist and spun me around. I rose higher and higher into the air while spinning. The awesome part was Gabby's dad got a picture of me doing it. I had proof to rub in my brother's face. TAKE THAT!!
When I fell out, smashing into the paded dark blue walls, he let the other two boys try. The little pink one would get a foot or so off the net, and then freak out, waving his arms and legs, falling back down. Boy, was he pissed when we got out of there.
On my next turn, Instructor Dude just motioned for me to jump right into the air current. That, my friends, was the coolest damn thing ever. I put my hands together, and dived in, kinda like someone might dive into a pool.
I shot right up.
The best part by far, though, was when he let me and Gabby lay down on the net across from each other, and hold hands. He spun us then too.
So there you have it. My first ever indoor skydiving experience.
If you ever have an extra $75 laying around, try this.
{M}
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
OMG!
OMG guys....
OMG!!!!
Check out the info I just got from wikipedia...
Maximum Ride is a science fiction/fantasy series written by the award-winning American author, James Patterson, starting from April 19, 2005 and continuing to the present. There are currently four titles in the action-adventure series, with a fifth scheduled for release on March 16, 2009:
A DATE!!!!!!!
AND THERE'S MORE! (YES, I'M USING CAPS LOCK BECAUSE I AM ACTUALLY SCREAMING THIS MESSAGE...)
It was confirmed that a fifth Maximum Ride book will be released on March 16, 2009. The title of the book was revealed to be Water Wings: A Maximum Ride Novel. A summary was released in mid-2008: Comfortable in their new safe house, Max and the rest of the Flock finally begin to feel optimistic about their newly-gained freedom. Then they are confronted by the most frightening catastrophe yet. Then the Flyboys appear--part machine, part human, totally destructive. They are in the service of an ominous Mr. Chu, who has his eyes on the Flock and their unique abilities. And if he can't have them, he'll make sure nobody else can either. As the Flock battles the Flyboys, trouble is bubbling to the surface of the ocean. Millions of fish are dying off the coast of Hawaii and something- or someone- is destroying hundreds of boats. The government asks for the Flock's help and it seems to be the perfect chance to escape from Mr. Chu and his marauding gang of thugs--especially since it means a trip to Hawaii. But danger continues to threaten Max and her friends, while more questions go unanswered. What is the big picture? Who is speaking to Max through her thoughts? Mr. Chu sees his version of the big picture...and Max isn't in it. He sees how clear it is that the flock will not give into his will while their stubborn, determined, deathly strong leader exists. It is inevitable; Maximum Ride must be destroyed. Trouble awaits the flock as they battle to avoid the most dangerous failure they could face, bigger than the ocean itself...the loss of their leader.
NO! MAX MUST LIVE! I really hope this information about Max is false...so bad that I went back to the little letters.
There's also information about a soundtrack for the first book, but I don't recognize any of the songs/artists so I didn't bother to post them. ^.^
Plus! There's news for Gazzy!
In January 2007 it was announced that a film would be created based on the Maximum Ride series. The producer will be Avi Arad, one of the producers of Spider-Man, X-Men and other Marvel movies. [13] In an interview with James Patterson, it was revealed Arad has already planned out the first two movies.[14] On August 7, 2008, it was announced that Columbia Pictures bought the screen rights to the franchise, and that Don Payne would write the screenplay. [15] The release date of the movie is likely to be 2010. It has been announced that Jimmy "Jax" Pinchak will be playing Gazzy. [16]
And before I forget, more info on Water Wings.
The first two chapters of the book were recently released in Maximum Ride: The Final Warning, on paperback, at the end, along with sneak peeks of two graphic novels; Maximum Ride: Vol. 1 written by Patterson and NaRae Lee; and Daniel X: Alien Hunter by himself, along side with Leopoldo Gout. Book Two of the Protectors Sequence.
I will be looking into this information to see if it is correct or not.
-Scarlet
OMG!!!!
Check out the info I just got from wikipedia...
Maximum Ride is a science fiction/fantasy series written by the award-winning American author, James Patterson, starting from April 19, 2005 and continuing to the present. There are currently four titles in the action-adventure series, with a fifth scheduled for release on March 16, 2009:
A DATE!!!!!!!
AND THERE'S MORE! (YES, I'M USING CAPS LOCK BECAUSE I AM ACTUALLY SCREAMING THIS MESSAGE...)
It was confirmed that a fifth Maximum Ride book will be released on March 16, 2009. The title of the book was revealed to be Water Wings: A Maximum Ride Novel. A summary was released in mid-2008: Comfortable in their new safe house, Max and the rest of the Flock finally begin to feel optimistic about their newly-gained freedom. Then they are confronted by the most frightening catastrophe yet. Then the Flyboys appear--part machine, part human, totally destructive. They are in the service of an ominous Mr. Chu, who has his eyes on the Flock and their unique abilities. And if he can't have them, he'll make sure nobody else can either. As the Flock battles the Flyboys, trouble is bubbling to the surface of the ocean. Millions of fish are dying off the coast of Hawaii and something- or someone- is destroying hundreds of boats. The government asks for the Flock's help and it seems to be the perfect chance to escape from Mr. Chu and his marauding gang of thugs--especially since it means a trip to Hawaii. But danger continues to threaten Max and her friends, while more questions go unanswered. What is the big picture? Who is speaking to Max through her thoughts? Mr. Chu sees his version of the big picture...and Max isn't in it. He sees how clear it is that the flock will not give into his will while their stubborn, determined, deathly strong leader exists. It is inevitable; Maximum Ride must be destroyed. Trouble awaits the flock as they battle to avoid the most dangerous failure they could face, bigger than the ocean itself...the loss of their leader.
NO! MAX MUST LIVE! I really hope this information about Max is false...so bad that I went back to the little letters.
There's also information about a soundtrack for the first book, but I don't recognize any of the songs/artists so I didn't bother to post them. ^.^
Plus! There's news for Gazzy!
In January 2007 it was announced that a film would be created based on the Maximum Ride series. The producer will be Avi Arad, one of the producers of Spider-Man, X-Men and other Marvel movies. [13] In an interview with James Patterson, it was revealed Arad has already planned out the first two movies.[14] On August 7, 2008, it was announced that Columbia Pictures bought the screen rights to the franchise, and that Don Payne would write the screenplay. [15] The release date of the movie is likely to be 2010. It has been announced that Jimmy "Jax" Pinchak will be playing Gazzy. [16]
And before I forget, more info on Water Wings.
The first two chapters of the book were recently released in Maximum Ride: The Final Warning, on paperback, at the end, along with sneak peeks of two graphic novels; Maximum Ride: Vol. 1 written by Patterson and NaRae Lee; and Daniel X: Alien Hunter by himself, along side with Leopoldo Gout. Book Two of the Protectors Sequence.
I will be looking into this information to see if it is correct or not.
-Scarlet
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
Got painkillers?
Oucheth.
Have any of you ever had an ingrown toe-nail? I know, I know, totally nasty sounding, and as many of you know, they hurt like hell. I have had a really bad one for a couple months, and I'm not really going to get into it for fear that I will make you gag-To make a long story short, I have been limping around for months because it hurts so damn much.
Today I was checked out during first period (I know-why did I even bother going to school in the first place?) so that I could go to this foot/ankle institute thingy. They had me sit in this really comfy chair while some nurse tried to gently poke my foot, causing intense pain on my part. I swear, it was all I could do to keep from kicking her in the face. That would have been awkward...
Anyhoo, they said something about how my toe-nail was like, tryin' to grow out of my foot, or headed in that direction anyway. And on my big toe on the other foot was beginning to do the same thing, though it wasn't as bad yet. So, right then and there, they decided that surgery would be the best thing for me. Right then. Like, immediately.
I was all "What the hell?! NOW?!?!" And the doctor was all, "Yep!"
Some chick came in and was gonna start preparing me for surgery when she realized I hadn't been numbed yet, so she set out to do that instead.
And let me tell ya-that was the worst part of the whole surgery.
I was thinking that if I was going to have to have surgery, they could at least knock me out, ya know, so I wouldn't feel any of the pain, but they just decided to numb my big toes.
She sprayed me with this freeze-spray crap, and let me tell you IT HURT!! It was worse than sticking your foot in a bucket of ice! COOOOOLD!!! Ouch! Though it kind of numbed me, she still had to stick this stuff in my toe to completely numb my foot.
"How numb do you want your foot to be? Do you still want to be able to feel a little bit, or not at all?"
Yeah lady, I want to feel you guys slicing my foot open. Duh.
"Dead. I want my toes to be, like, dead."
"Alrighty then!"
Holy shit that needle hurt!
Normally, the doctor said, anyway, they only give the patient one shot of the stuff in each foot. Well, I guess I have abnormally large toes or something, but the first shot didn't work so well. They gave me another one. And then another one.
My toes STILL feel funky, man.
I couldn't really feel them, I just kind of knew they were connected to my body somehow. You guys know when you're playing a game or something, they have those joystick things? Well, thats kind of what it feels like to be a game controler, I imagine.
The whole time the dude was operating on my foot, he was jerking around on my toe. I couldn't feel the toe, but my foot hurt.
My sister had had the same surgery before. You have to know-she has kind of a morbid sense of humor. Not like my kind of morbid. This is morbid on a whole new scale. She actually watched them operate on her! *shudder*
There was no way I could do that. It made me hurt just lookin at my toe. I held my moms book to my face while they operated. Mostly I didn't feel anything, and that was good.
But now I am seriously ouching. I'm hoping that I can get crutches or something for tomorrow, because there is no way I will be able to walk on these. No freakin way.
People, be happy that you have good feet that are in working order. Be happy you can run for the fun of it, or kick a soccer ball, or dance, or walk around without looking like a total tard.
{M}
Have any of you ever had an ingrown toe-nail? I know, I know, totally nasty sounding, and as many of you know, they hurt like hell. I have had a really bad one for a couple months, and I'm not really going to get into it for fear that I will make you gag-To make a long story short, I have been limping around for months because it hurts so damn much.
Today I was checked out during first period (I know-why did I even bother going to school in the first place?) so that I could go to this foot/ankle institute thingy. They had me sit in this really comfy chair while some nurse tried to gently poke my foot, causing intense pain on my part. I swear, it was all I could do to keep from kicking her in the face. That would have been awkward...
Anyhoo, they said something about how my toe-nail was like, tryin' to grow out of my foot, or headed in that direction anyway. And on my big toe on the other foot was beginning to do the same thing, though it wasn't as bad yet. So, right then and there, they decided that surgery would be the best thing for me. Right then. Like, immediately.
I was all "What the hell?! NOW?!?!" And the doctor was all, "Yep!"
Some chick came in and was gonna start preparing me for surgery when she realized I hadn't been numbed yet, so she set out to do that instead.
And let me tell ya-that was the worst part of the whole surgery.
I was thinking that if I was going to have to have surgery, they could at least knock me out, ya know, so I wouldn't feel any of the pain, but they just decided to numb my big toes.
She sprayed me with this freeze-spray crap, and let me tell you IT HURT!! It was worse than sticking your foot in a bucket of ice! COOOOOLD!!! Ouch! Though it kind of numbed me, she still had to stick this stuff in my toe to completely numb my foot.
"How numb do you want your foot to be? Do you still want to be able to feel a little bit, or not at all?"
Yeah lady, I want to feel you guys slicing my foot open. Duh.
"Dead. I want my toes to be, like, dead."
"Alrighty then!"
Holy shit that needle hurt!
Normally, the doctor said, anyway, they only give the patient one shot of the stuff in each foot. Well, I guess I have abnormally large toes or something, but the first shot didn't work so well. They gave me another one. And then another one.
My toes STILL feel funky, man.
I couldn't really feel them, I just kind of knew they were connected to my body somehow. You guys know when you're playing a game or something, they have those joystick things? Well, thats kind of what it feels like to be a game controler, I imagine.
The whole time the dude was operating on my foot, he was jerking around on my toe. I couldn't feel the toe, but my foot hurt.
My sister had had the same surgery before. You have to know-she has kind of a morbid sense of humor. Not like my kind of morbid. This is morbid on a whole new scale. She actually watched them operate on her! *shudder*
There was no way I could do that. It made me hurt just lookin at my toe. I held my moms book to my face while they operated. Mostly I didn't feel anything, and that was good.
But now I am seriously ouching. I'm hoping that I can get crutches or something for tomorrow, because there is no way I will be able to walk on these. No freakin way.
People, be happy that you have good feet that are in working order. Be happy you can run for the fun of it, or kick a soccer ball, or dance, or walk around without looking like a total tard.
{M}
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I finally taught that big guy a lesson!
Here's a little somethin' my English teacher gave me today. Enjoy.
I Finally Taught That Big Guy a Lesson!
-anonymous
I did not proboke the fight, so I feel no remorese for waht I was forced to do. We were arguing, adn seeing that I was right and he was wrong, he decided to fight to cover for his stupidity.
He swang at me first, but being in the top of condition, I was able to act quickly and block the punch neatly with my head.
Then I jumped to the ground knocking him down on me. After that, I placead my ear in his mouth and poked his finger several times with my eye.
His teeth hurt so much from the strength of my ear that he became irate and tried to kick me, but I cleverly blocked the onslaught with my ribs and face.
I leaped nimbly to my feet and ran to my car in hopes I would get away and save this man from my deadly hands. Before I could start the car, he pulled me fromt he still open door. I then proceeded to swing at himk, but only managed to hit myself in the head. TO this I said, "What's this? Two against one?" That was the final straw-I lost all control. There will be no mercy!!
Taking him in my death grip, I pounded him in the knee with my stomach-then hit him two or three times hard in the fist with my teeth! He had had it! I could tell. After that, he didn't even try to pick me up off the ground. He was too chicken!!
I don't know about you, but I thought this was pretty damn hilarious.
{M}
p.s.
Perspective is everything!
I Finally Taught That Big Guy a Lesson!
-anonymous
I did not proboke the fight, so I feel no remorese for waht I was forced to do. We were arguing, adn seeing that I was right and he was wrong, he decided to fight to cover for his stupidity.
He swang at me first, but being in the top of condition, I was able to act quickly and block the punch neatly with my head.
Then I jumped to the ground knocking him down on me. After that, I placead my ear in his mouth and poked his finger several times with my eye.
His teeth hurt so much from the strength of my ear that he became irate and tried to kick me, but I cleverly blocked the onslaught with my ribs and face.
I leaped nimbly to my feet and ran to my car in hopes I would get away and save this man from my deadly hands. Before I could start the car, he pulled me fromt he still open door. I then proceeded to swing at himk, but only managed to hit myself in the head. TO this I said, "What's this? Two against one?" That was the final straw-I lost all control. There will be no mercy!!
Taking him in my death grip, I pounded him in the knee with my stomach-then hit him two or three times hard in the fist with my teeth! He had had it! I could tell. After that, he didn't even try to pick me up off the ground. He was too chicken!!
I don't know about you, but I thought this was pretty damn hilarious.
{M}
p.s.
Perspective is everything!
Monday, September 29, 2008
Holy crap I'm bored/depressed/adventurous.
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Well, I am just going to say that I am extremely superly uber bored out of my mind. For those of you who think that those are really big words-the simple explanation: I am bored.
And really depressed.
As some of you may know, my two best friends moved away this summer. And now-sigh- one of other best friends moved.
SHOOT ME NOW!!
Okay, maybe not. But, honestly, sometimes that is what I feel like doing. My classes all suck. Yes, I am passing them with a B+ or higher, but they are hard. I hate it!!
And another thing!! The guy I mentioned? The one that recently moved? Yeah, he didn't even tell me goodbye. I don't know if I was important enough, or if he was really in a hurry, but, either way, I am seriously hurt. I know it sounds like I'm overreacting, but I don't really think I am.
How hard would it have been for him to come up to me in class and say, "Oh, hey, by the way, I'm moving today! Later, dude."
NOT HARD AT ALL!! Gah-it makes me so frustrated. I feel like beating someone over the head with my science book.
If you guys have any ideas for me on how to cope, drop me a line.
In other news-my friend is taking his drivers test today. How uberly weird is that?! I just honestly can't believe that we are getting that old. I will get to take my test in March, so I'm going to see if I can mooch a little money off my parents to go and buy myself a book.
Tanner-if you're reading this-GOOD LUCK!! :]
OOOOH!!!! OOOOOOOOH!!!
I made a new friend!!! She just moved in down in the neighborhood, and I walk to and from school with her everyday. We went for a walk one day-and guess what!?!?! We found this awesome old abandoned house!!! HOW F***ING COOL IS THAT!!! sorry...
It has an old tennis court, with (haha) an old grocery cart that we push each other around in. Out in back of the house, it has this totally awesome gargantuan swing set thing, that was actually made, like by humans, not that cheap plastic crap you can get at Wal*Mart.
We walked up to the house, and I was joking around, and tried to open the door. To my utter surprise, the door opened!! My friend (I'll call her kiki) and I stared into the sliding glass door-too afraid to go inside for fear of getting mugged by hobos-and gasped!!
There were a bunch of holes in the wall!! One of them you could clearly tell that a humanoid figure had been slammed into the wall-you could see the neck, shoulders, back, and hips that had been smashed into the wall. Talk about freaky...
We got off the porch in a hurry, and decided to explore a bit.
The house has this awesome orchard thing-the kind of place you only see in the movies. Since it's almost fall here, the leaves were turning this pretty orangy/yellow/reddish color and falling onto the walk. Trees lined the entire way.
^ ^
V V
We found this old greenhouse thing. It was literally green, with windows all around. Kiki and I were dismayed to find that the front door's glass had been smashed in. Sad... :(
We walked around for a bit. We went around the hedges (The backyard had this awesome maze thing, even though it's overgrown.) and found an old storage shed.
Curiosity killed the cat.
But I didn't really care.
I opened the door and peeked inside-and my jaw fell open. CREEPTASTIC!! I found this old mattress shoved into the corner, with a threadbare blanket on the mattress. Kiki found this red toothbrush sitting on the shelf. BAH!! I was sooooooo freaked out.
It was around five thirty-ish when we decided we had better leave. We didn't want the hobos to come back to find that we had discovered thier...lair. :p
So, yeah, that's pretty much it for now.
}M{
p.s.
COMMENT!!
Well, I am just going to say that I am extremely superly uber bored out of my mind. For those of you who think that those are really big words-the simple explanation: I am bored.
And really depressed.
As some of you may know, my two best friends moved away this summer. And now-sigh- one of other best friends moved.
SHOOT ME NOW!!
Okay, maybe not. But, honestly, sometimes that is what I feel like doing. My classes all suck. Yes, I am passing them with a B+ or higher, but they are hard. I hate it!!
And another thing!! The guy I mentioned? The one that recently moved? Yeah, he didn't even tell me goodbye. I don't know if I was important enough, or if he was really in a hurry, but, either way, I am seriously hurt. I know it sounds like I'm overreacting, but I don't really think I am.
How hard would it have been for him to come up to me in class and say, "Oh, hey, by the way, I'm moving today! Later, dude."
NOT HARD AT ALL!! Gah-it makes me so frustrated. I feel like beating someone over the head with my science book.
If you guys have any ideas for me on how to cope, drop me a line.
In other news-my friend is taking his drivers test today. How uberly weird is that?! I just honestly can't believe that we are getting that old. I will get to take my test in March, so I'm going to see if I can mooch a little money off my parents to go and buy myself a book.
Tanner-if you're reading this-GOOD LUCK!! :]
OOOOH!!!! OOOOOOOOH!!!
I made a new friend!!! She just moved in down in the neighborhood, and I walk to and from school with her everyday. We went for a walk one day-and guess what!?!?! We found this awesome old abandoned house!!! HOW F***ING COOL IS THAT!!! sorry...
It has an old tennis court, with (haha) an old grocery cart that we push each other around in. Out in back of the house, it has this totally awesome gargantuan swing set thing, that was actually made, like by humans, not that cheap plastic crap you can get at Wal*Mart.
We walked up to the house, and I was joking around, and tried to open the door. To my utter surprise, the door opened!! My friend (I'll call her kiki) and I stared into the sliding glass door-too afraid to go inside for fear of getting mugged by hobos-and gasped!!
There were a bunch of holes in the wall!! One of them you could clearly tell that a humanoid figure had been slammed into the wall-you could see the neck, shoulders, back, and hips that had been smashed into the wall. Talk about freaky...
We got off the porch in a hurry, and decided to explore a bit.
The house has this awesome orchard thing-the kind of place you only see in the movies. Since it's almost fall here, the leaves were turning this pretty orangy/yellow/reddish color and falling onto the walk. Trees lined the entire way.
^ ^
V V
We found this old greenhouse thing. It was literally green, with windows all around. Kiki and I were dismayed to find that the front door's glass had been smashed in. Sad... :(
We walked around for a bit. We went around the hedges (The backyard had this awesome maze thing, even though it's overgrown.) and found an old storage shed.
Curiosity killed the cat.
But I didn't really care.
I opened the door and peeked inside-and my jaw fell open. CREEPTASTIC!! I found this old mattress shoved into the corner, with a threadbare blanket on the mattress. Kiki found this red toothbrush sitting on the shelf. BAH!! I was sooooooo freaked out.
It was around five thirty-ish when we decided we had better leave. We didn't want the hobos to come back to find that we had discovered thier...lair. :p
So, yeah, that's pretty much it for now.
}M{
p.s.
COMMENT!!
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Yippee For Me!
I GOT THE EDITOR SLOT ON MY SCHOOL NEWSPAPER!!!!
SQQQQQQQUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Scarlet (Who may or may not still be squeeing her brains out.)
SQQQQQQQUUUUUUUUUUEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-Scarlet (Who may or may not still be squeeing her brains out.)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Whoops!
Okay, so I've dropped my phone down two flights of stairs before.....and multiple other times.
So today I dropped it about....two feet.
Make a long story short, it says that my SmartChip thingie isn't in. Which means I can't call, text, or view any of my numbers. I'm trying hard to fix it, but it doesn't seem to be working.
Any help here?
So today I dropped it about....two feet.
Make a long story short, it says that my SmartChip thingie isn't in. Which means I can't call, text, or view any of my numbers. I'm trying hard to fix it, but it doesn't seem to be working.
Any help here?
Friday, August 29, 2008
Control (Careful-this song can be highly...obsessive)
Hey, Here is my new all time favorite song-EVER!!! Comment!
Control, by Metro Station
~Morgan
Control, by Metro Station
~Morgan
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Yo.
Today in school they showed us some kind of thing with a bunch of morals in it. It was a freakin awesome video-had some awesome music and sweet movie clips.
The main one that got across to me was 'don't throw your life away'.
Here's some movies I found that kinda relate to it. Some of my favorites.
The main one that got across to me was 'don't throw your life away'.
Here's some movies I found that kinda relate to it. Some of my favorites.
On a happier note:
I've decided to have a Monday Movie Moment, where I will play my fav music video for the week. I know today is Tuesday, but I'll just post it anyway, and then do it on Mondays.
This week:
Paper Planes, by M.I.A.
You gotta watch the whole thing to really get it. And trust me, it's worth it.
~Morgan
This week:
Paper Planes, by M.I.A.
You gotta watch the whole thing to really get it. And trust me, it's worth it.
~Morgan
Moola is Overrated.
This is my soap-box moment, so listen up.
I am not your average girl. Not in any way. I don't care much for shopping or nail polish ('cept for the black kind), and, shocker, I actually pay attention to what goes on in the world. And no, I'm not talking about Hollister's fall fashion line.
I'm talking about war, poverty, depression (the nation wide kind, I don't care much for emo's feelings-haha, just kidding)
I am not telling you where I got my source, it's private, but it's important. They can't afford food right now, so the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints helped 'em out. They have this big old food storage plan thing so that they can help people in need.
The person who picked it up told me that they felt a little embarrassed to have to admit that they couldn't afford it. They explained to the guy helping load the truck that their spouse was in construction, and you all know that that really isn't the best industry now.
This is the part that shocks me.
The loader guys said that his brother is an attourney and they don't have enough money for food! Holy cow!! (by the way, cows are holy in India)
Bottom line-YO!! RICH FAGS!! DONATE!
There are a bunch of high-and-mighty people who think they are soooooo much better than everyone else because they've got the big house, a ton of money, perfect kids, whatever. While they just collect it all like Bill Gates, millions of families go to bed hungry, that is, if they have a bed.
Millions of people are layed off or fired from their job every day.
Millions of people live in the streets, without enough money to even afford food.
Millions of people become sick and die every year because they can't afford health care.
So I'm going to do something about it. I know my fam's not doing so great, but, wherever we are, I know that someone else is doing worse.
I aim to change that.
So, kids. Turn off this computer, put away your video games, and get up and do something good.
It doesn't matter what you do, just do it. Donate food or clothes to a local shelter, volunteer at that shelter, raise money to send to africa, join some sort of volunteering group.
I've been in them, and still participate in tons. They're fun, especially when you get to work with people who are as commited to helping the same cause that you are. I still joke around with friends I made in the sixth grade about stuff like that, and now I'm in high school!
And for all of you that already do-YOU ROCK!! You are the ones that are going to go somewhere in life. You are going to be the people to lead our generation to great heights. You are going to be the people that get far in life.
I can't remember where I heard this, but it's stuck with me for a long time.
It doesn't matter what you have, it's what you do.
What the heck is your life worth if you don't use it to make others better. Make a difference! You know that warm tingly feeling you get when your parents or somebody congratulates you on good grades, or when some guy/girl tells you that you look cute today, or maybe just drinking a cup of hot coco-whatever!
When you help out, that warm tingly feeling stays with ya. And let me tell you, it's a heck of a lot bigger than some math paper. To know that you made a difference in someone's life is one of the best feelings I have ever had.
Me, Scarlet, and a few other friends from school did a twenty four hour walk to help raise money for cancer. Yeah, sure, we felt like we were going to fall down and die we were so sore. It was so bloody cold that we had to go and take turns hiding in the bathroom to keep warm.
But just knowing that we made a difference kept us going. That, and a bunch of candy.
On the news today, some girl helped raise money for a family in Africa. It only cost her a couple of bucks and a few hours.
That family now has a source of food and money, and they know that they are going to be okay. The entire family only knows two words in english-America, and Jessica.
Wouldn't that just make you giggle with delight?! Okay, maybe not, but wouldn't it feel good?!
Do something.
Now I am going to carefully step down off my soapbox and walk away calmly. I'm going to go help somebody in need, today.
~Morgan
I am not your average girl. Not in any way. I don't care much for shopping or nail polish ('cept for the black kind), and, shocker, I actually pay attention to what goes on in the world. And no, I'm not talking about Hollister's fall fashion line.
I'm talking about war, poverty, depression (the nation wide kind, I don't care much for emo's feelings-haha, just kidding)
I am not telling you where I got my source, it's private, but it's important. They can't afford food right now, so the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints helped 'em out. They have this big old food storage plan thing so that they can help people in need.
The person who picked it up told me that they felt a little embarrassed to have to admit that they couldn't afford it. They explained to the guy helping load the truck that their spouse was in construction, and you all know that that really isn't the best industry now.
This is the part that shocks me.
The loader guys said that his brother is an attourney and they don't have enough money for food! Holy cow!! (by the way, cows are holy in India)
Bottom line-YO!! RICH FAGS!! DONATE!
There are a bunch of high-and-mighty people who think they are soooooo much better than everyone else because they've got the big house, a ton of money, perfect kids, whatever. While they just collect it all like Bill Gates, millions of families go to bed hungry, that is, if they have a bed.
Millions of people are layed off or fired from their job every day.
Millions of people live in the streets, without enough money to even afford food.
Millions of people become sick and die every year because they can't afford health care.
So I'm going to do something about it. I know my fam's not doing so great, but, wherever we are, I know that someone else is doing worse.
I aim to change that.
So, kids. Turn off this computer, put away your video games, and get up and do something good.
It doesn't matter what you do, just do it. Donate food or clothes to a local shelter, volunteer at that shelter, raise money to send to africa, join some sort of volunteering group.
I've been in them, and still participate in tons. They're fun, especially when you get to work with people who are as commited to helping the same cause that you are. I still joke around with friends I made in the sixth grade about stuff like that, and now I'm in high school!
And for all of you that already do-YOU ROCK!! You are the ones that are going to go somewhere in life. You are going to be the people to lead our generation to great heights. You are going to be the people that get far in life.
I can't remember where I heard this, but it's stuck with me for a long time.
It doesn't matter what you have, it's what you do.
What the heck is your life worth if you don't use it to make others better. Make a difference! You know that warm tingly feeling you get when your parents or somebody congratulates you on good grades, or when some guy/girl tells you that you look cute today, or maybe just drinking a cup of hot coco-whatever!
When you help out, that warm tingly feeling stays with ya. And let me tell you, it's a heck of a lot bigger than some math paper. To know that you made a difference in someone's life is one of the best feelings I have ever had.
Me, Scarlet, and a few other friends from school did a twenty four hour walk to help raise money for cancer. Yeah, sure, we felt like we were going to fall down and die we were so sore. It was so bloody cold that we had to go and take turns hiding in the bathroom to keep warm.
But just knowing that we made a difference kept us going. That, and a bunch of candy.
On the news today, some girl helped raise money for a family in Africa. It only cost her a couple of bucks and a few hours.
That family now has a source of food and money, and they know that they are going to be okay. The entire family only knows two words in english-America, and Jessica.
Wouldn't that just make you giggle with delight?! Okay, maybe not, but wouldn't it feel good?!
Do something.
Now I am going to carefully step down off my soapbox and walk away calmly. I'm going to go help somebody in need, today.
~Morgan
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Worst or Best First Day?
Okay, up here in Layton (that just sounds wrong, I mean, it sounds kind of like "Lay town" or "Lay ton", I don't know, I just think that it sounds weird.) school starts on Monday, and I don't know if I am looking forward to it or not.
For one thing, some social interaction would be nice, I haven't really seen anyone my age in about two months or more or less since my big trip to D.C, since there is absolutely no people my age (or people at all for that matter) in Vermont. Also, there are no young people that live by my dad in Georgia.
And now I was drastically relocated to Layton. But, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. And not in the depressing I'm going to die sort of way.
I almost had to go to this school near where I live, and I decided there was no way I was going to go there.
For one thing, there's uniforms.
And they're olive green.
I think you understand why I didn't want to go there.
So at the school that I convinced them to register me at, their mascot is a Sundevil. ^.^
Also, the lockers are huge! I mean, really big. But that means that we have to share them, and I know who I'm going to be sharing mine with.
A cheerleader.
And she's blonde.
According to the VP she's really "nice", but I'm not so sure about that. All I'm saying is that if she thinks that she can easily take over the locker from me, she's in for a world of hurt.
So I will know at least one person, either a future friend or an enemy.
Something that's cool about the school is that we get to eat on the floor at lunch, cuz they aren't done remodeling it.
Bad thing, sack lunches. And according to the office people, its going to be like that for "a while".
Another bad thing is that we can't bring backpacks to class. District rule.
I think I might join a club, since theater isn't being taught this year, there is still going to be a school play.
Hm... I think I'll think of something.
-Scarlet
For one thing, some social interaction would be nice, I haven't really seen anyone my age in about two months or more or less since my big trip to D.C, since there is absolutely no people my age (or people at all for that matter) in Vermont. Also, there are no young people that live by my dad in Georgia.
And now I was drastically relocated to Layton. But, there is a light at the end of the tunnel. And not in the depressing I'm going to die sort of way.
I almost had to go to this school near where I live, and I decided there was no way I was going to go there.
For one thing, there's uniforms.
And they're olive green.
I think you understand why I didn't want to go there.
So at the school that I convinced them to register me at, their mascot is a Sundevil. ^.^
Also, the lockers are huge! I mean, really big. But that means that we have to share them, and I know who I'm going to be sharing mine with.
A cheerleader.
And she's blonde.
According to the VP she's really "nice", but I'm not so sure about that. All I'm saying is that if she thinks that she can easily take over the locker from me, she's in for a world of hurt.
So I will know at least one person, either a future friend or an enemy.
Something that's cool about the school is that we get to eat on the floor at lunch, cuz they aren't done remodeling it.
Bad thing, sack lunches. And according to the office people, its going to be like that for "a while".
Another bad thing is that we can't bring backpacks to class. District rule.
I think I might join a club, since theater isn't being taught this year, there is still going to be a school play.
Hm... I think I'll think of something.
-Scarlet
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I'M A NINJA!!! {And I get cool swords and you don't-nya!}
I'm a ninja-and proud!! Haha-
Tell me what you guys get in the comments.
Ninja Pirate Quiz by QuizRocket.com fun quizzes!
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Wait-Sushi so totally makes me wanna hurl...blech!
Always,
~Morgan
Tell me what you guys get in the comments.
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Wait-Sushi so totally makes me wanna hurl...blech!
Always,
~Morgan
P.S.
Hey, Iz? I found out how to get "that song" to play on our blog.
It'll be on soon as I get home!!
Toodles!!
~Morgan
It'll be on soon as I get home!!
Toodles!!
~Morgan
Hoover Dam!! My life so totally sucks right now, even though its hysterical.
Hoover Damn!! Life so totally sucks for me right now.
Okay kiddies, listen up. My life sucks, even though it's kind of hysterical.
*takes a deep breath* So here goes:
Well, on Sunday morning, Helen was sleeping with Munchkin {That is what I have dubbed my little baby sister, Anna} in their room, my 'rents were takin a shower {gross, I know} and I was bored. My three little brothers were up in the kitchen. I could hear them screaming and yelling from all the way down in my bedroom.
Well, whoever said "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" got really far in life.
So, tromping up the stairs {I tromp and stomp when I'm really tired} I decided to go and see what on earth they were doing at 8 a.m. on a freakin' Sunday morning.
It turns out that my little brother had been given a fake 'Naruto' knife {It's that Japanese Manga that comes on every Saturday-Crash loves it} and my brothers were throwing it at a bunch of cans that my mom had stacked up against the wall, and giggling when they hit it.
And yes, I did say giggled.
I sat down on the bench, content to listen to their giggles.
Now, here's the thing. Between the entry hall and the kitchen, there is a big window lookin' thing. It has a bunch of glass in it, and you can slide it back to see into the kitchen/hallway. Let me tell you-these things are really expensive.
Chance thought he was being funny, and threw the knife at Toby. Toby-actually thinking that the knife was going to hit him {even though it was :D}-ducked. It hit the really expensive glass divider. It was dead silent.
And I started to laugh.
We laughed for a while, and made up funny stories that would be fun to pass off as excuses. Chance came up with one where we could spread ketchup all around the broken window, and in Conner's hair, so when my parents walked in it might look like he had been sliced. Figuring that if we did, and they took him to the emergency room and shaved off all his hair to find nothing was wrong, we would be in even more trouble than we were in the first place. A lot more.
Not that we would have tried it or anything-I swear, we're perfectly innocent. And by the way, I'm pretty sure I can hear you snickering. Yes, you in the back, right there.
We made up more jokes {this next one:Sorry to Mr. Obamma (sp?) and all the Obamma fans-but I feel strongly that everyone should be honest, so, WHOOP! Here it is.}
I came up with one, about how we could all start shaking and freaking out, like that one dude in Godzilla {that movie ROCKS!!} and when they waved a lighter in front of our faces to try and get us to talk, all we would say would be "Obamma...Obamma...Obamma...Obamma..."
Haha. I wish.
It really would have been fun.
Bottom line-I'm grounded for the week. It's been in effect since Monday. Somehow, me and my brothers have to come up with a couple hundred dollars to pay for the window, and weed the entire backyard.
Now, most people would be like "Weed the backyard?! That's nothing! I do it all the time."
We are not like most people!
With two dogs, a black bloodhound, and a yellow lab, our house gets wild. We keep them out there most of the time. At one point, the backyard had grass and it looked all pretty and stuff. But now it doesn't. We let the dogs loose and they tore it all up.
Now all we have is a sandbox, a dirtbox, and some rocks. When the weeds grew in, it looked like we were all going on a safari. The weeds grew up to my chest, and I'm 5'8" pplz!!
So, yeah. Weeds, money, and a whole lot of dirty looks from Jeffery. My father figure thinger.
Plus the thousand dollars I already needed to raise for my trip to DC in January, and the four hundred dollar cell phone bill, I need to find a job fast. So, any openings in the Southern Utah area, lemme know. I'm fourteen btw.
Well. I'm gonna go pull some weeds. Enjoy your week. You should, knowing that somewhere out there, I'm having a crappy one.
Always,
~Morgan
Okay kiddies, listen up. My life sucks, even though it's kind of hysterical.
*takes a deep breath* So here goes:
Well, on Sunday morning, Helen was sleeping with Munchkin {That is what I have dubbed my little baby sister, Anna} in their room, my 'rents were takin a shower {gross, I know} and I was bored. My three little brothers were up in the kitchen. I could hear them screaming and yelling from all the way down in my bedroom.
Well, whoever said "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em" got really far in life.
So, tromping up the stairs {I tromp and stomp when I'm really tired} I decided to go and see what on earth they were doing at 8 a.m. on a freakin' Sunday morning.
It turns out that my little brother had been given a fake 'Naruto' knife {It's that Japanese Manga that comes on every Saturday-Crash loves it} and my brothers were throwing it at a bunch of cans that my mom had stacked up against the wall, and giggling when they hit it.
And yes, I did say giggled.
I sat down on the bench, content to listen to their giggles.
Now, here's the thing. Between the entry hall and the kitchen, there is a big window lookin' thing. It has a bunch of glass in it, and you can slide it back to see into the kitchen/hallway. Let me tell you-these things are really expensive.
Chance thought he was being funny, and threw the knife at Toby. Toby-actually thinking that the knife was going to hit him {even though it was :D}-ducked. It hit the really expensive glass divider. It was dead silent.
And I started to laugh.
We laughed for a while, and made up funny stories that would be fun to pass off as excuses. Chance came up with one where we could spread ketchup all around the broken window, and in Conner's hair, so when my parents walked in it might look like he had been sliced. Figuring that if we did, and they took him to the emergency room and shaved off all his hair to find nothing was wrong, we would be in even more trouble than we were in the first place. A lot more.
Not that we would have tried it or anything-I swear, we're perfectly innocent. And by the way, I'm pretty sure I can hear you snickering. Yes, you in the back, right there.
We made up more jokes {this next one:Sorry to Mr. Obamma (sp?) and all the Obamma fans-but I feel strongly that everyone should be honest, so, WHOOP! Here it is.}
I came up with one, about how we could all start shaking and freaking out, like that one dude in Godzilla {that movie ROCKS!!} and when they waved a lighter in front of our faces to try and get us to talk, all we would say would be "Obamma...Obamma...Obamma...Obamma..."
Haha. I wish.
It really would have been fun.
Bottom line-I'm grounded for the week. It's been in effect since Monday. Somehow, me and my brothers have to come up with a couple hundred dollars to pay for the window, and weed the entire backyard.
Now, most people would be like "Weed the backyard?! That's nothing! I do it all the time."
We are not like most people!
With two dogs, a black bloodhound, and a yellow lab, our house gets wild. We keep them out there most of the time. At one point, the backyard had grass and it looked all pretty and stuff. But now it doesn't. We let the dogs loose and they tore it all up.
Now all we have is a sandbox, a dirtbox, and some rocks. When the weeds grew in, it looked like we were all going on a safari. The weeds grew up to my chest, and I'm 5'8" pplz!!
So, yeah. Weeds, money, and a whole lot of dirty looks from Jeffery. My father figure thinger.
Plus the thousand dollars I already needed to raise for my trip to DC in January, and the four hundred dollar cell phone bill, I need to find a job fast. So, any openings in the Southern Utah area, lemme know. I'm fourteen btw.
Well. I'm gonna go pull some weeds. Enjoy your week. You should, knowing that somewhere out there, I'm having a crappy one.
Always,
~Morgan
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Depression, dances, and disturbia.
Hey. I know I haven't posted in a while (thanks for reminding me Scarlet) but I've been kind of depressed. My two best friends on the planet Earth have moved very far away from me. One in another state, and one on the opposite end of the state. Yes, Izzabella and Scarlet are gone. *bursts into tears* My mom thinks I'm emo. :D I was kind of having an emotion couple of days, PMSing and realizing both of my friends were moving, so I accidentally bought a lot of black. I mean a lot of black. When I came home, I pumped my Fall Out Boy CD, and just layed on my bed, thinking. Total emo moment. I've also tried to girlify myself this year. Last year, I always pulled my hair up, and never really wore make-up. I wore baggy jeans and loose t-shirts. So, this year, I'm trying to change the fact that I look more like a guy than I should. I guess I went a little over the top. I wear a lot, and I mean a lot of mascara and eyeliner. It really accentuates my eyes. I liked it because I think that they're my most prominent feature, but my dad thought it was too much. He tried to get my mom to ground me, because, believe it or not, she was PMSing too, and was really pissed off that week. And, haha, believe it or not, she told my dad that she couldn't ground me because she had worn that much make-up in High School too. And yes, you heard right, High School. I am now an official Freshman. Woot. So, now anyway, I am now considered an emo kid, even though, you know, I don't cut myself, and my attitude is pretty happy even though I dress dark. Oh well. I like it. Well, as for other news, I went to my first ever High School Dance. I know, shocker! The theme was "Glowing Back To School". Retarded, I know, but it was kinda cool. They had all the lights off, and a bunch of black lights were all over the walls. They were selling those glowstick bracelets at the door, and me and my friend got one. And, just like every other dance in the history of my high school, someone spiked the punch. I'm dead serious, every dance. One time they only had ice cream, and didn't have a drink, and somebody spiked that. Bleah. Well, kids got high, ripped apart their glowsticks, and shot the glowing liquid everywhere. People were coated with it, in their clothes, hair, on their face, everywhere. The floor was glowing like mad, and the wall could be described as splatter art. I got it all over me, and believe me, my mom was pissed. Well, at least I can truthfully say I had a good time. And here's another weird thing. Back in the eighth grade (you have no idea how good it feels to say exactly that) me and one of my friends had Home Base together. That's kind of like, study period, if you didn't already know. Anyhoo, we started passing notes at the beginning of the year. At first it wasn't a big deal because I could just slide the paper down the table to her, and nobody would really bug us. When our teacher moved us, there was a boy in front of me, and she sat right behind him. Each time we passed notes, I would ask him to pass them for us, and he would without a complaint. Well, during the middle of the year he decided it would be funny to steal our notes. All freakin year he made fun of us and stole our notes. I would try to throw the note over his head, or walk it over to her without getting caught, but some way or another, he would always end up with the note. We gave him the nick-name Goob, so that when we would mention him in one of our notes, we hoped that he wouldn't know that we were talking about him. Well, screw that, he found out anyway. So we called him Goob the entire year. This year, I found out that I had P.E. with him. When they called his name on the roll (His last name starts with an H, and mine with a W, so he didn't know I was there yet.) I leaned over to my friend Bambi (just a nickname) and whispered, "Somebody please shoot me." There are about 60 kids in our Phys. Ed. class, so that helped me a bit. I have it with Bambi, Crash, and, of course, Goob.Bleah.Bambi and Crash went to go and get their P.E. clothes out of their locker, while I went to go and stand in line to buy mine. You know that feeling when somethings creeping up on you? Like when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and you just know somebody is right there? Yeah. I turned around so freakin fast I almost fell over, and guess what? He was right there. I just stared at him, wide eyed, and said "Er, what?" And do you know what he said? Hmmmmmm? He said: "Did you have fun in Salt Lake?" (Yeah, I went to Salt Lake twice, for my fam reunion with Todd the Queer, and once with my youth group, about which I shall post later.) I freaked out. How the heck did he know that I was in Salt Lake?! I just mutterd a quick "Umm, yeah, sure?", and grabbed my clothes and got out of there, fast. Mr. Kelly, the P.E. teacher, let us go put our clothes in our lockers, and then gave us five minutes to go to the bathroom, get a drink, spit out gum, whatever, before we read the course disclosure for the year. Bambi and Crash conveniently had to go to the bathroom when he showed up again. At this point I am seriously freaking out, because here is the guy who never talked to me unless he had some sort of snide comment to make, and he won't leave me alone!!! GAK!! I finally get irritated enough to spin around and say "What the heck do you want!?!" He just sits there and smiles. It was the most unnerving feeling ever. And then he said the weirdest thing to me. "Well, I'm moving and I really don't want to have enemies down here. I figured we could be friends or something." (Well, something like that, I don't have photographic memory.) I swear, my world just turned on its head in that moment. It just wasn't possible. And yet it was happening. (By the way, I'm still confused about it.) So now my friend from home base is positive that he likes me, even though I know that that is not the case. She just likes to give me crap about it I think. Well, I know he has a girlfriend, because he was stuck to her like glue the entire night. So that makes me feel a little better. Haha. Well, I'm going to go and do something else now, so have fun. Here's" the song I was listening to the entire time I was blogging. It's Rhianna's new single, Disturbia, and now one of my favorites. Freaky music video, and awesome song, WOOT!!
This song rocks. It's like the new thriller!
Always
~Morgan
This song rocks. It's like the new thriller!
Always
~Morgan
Monday, August 11, 2008
Tuesday, August 12th, 2008
I am moving to Greeley, Colorado in a matter of days! I am so excited....but then again sad. I have to leave my friends here in Utah. But I have a better chance at a life there and weather people like it or not I'm leaving.
And of course, summer is almost over. For some. We all have to get back into the school time routine. Getting up early. Homework. But hey....look at the positives. We get to see all of our friends again. So if you think about it. Its bad in some ways. But good in some as well.
Oh and on top of all of this....Just recently I was put in prison....(in my own house under my parents law) because I was talking to my boyfriend...after they said not to. I have lost everything in a matter of seconds. Computer. Phone. Everything. Its been a week since that day and I'm in pieces. I am allowed on the Internet as long as I don't email him. I can have my phone but I can call or text him. I have hurt both him and I because of this....I have no idea when I'll get any of this back or if I ever will.....(which I will cause if its a forever thing....I'll just break it again) Anyways....HELP!!!!!!!!!
And of course, summer is almost over. For some. We all have to get back into the school time routine. Getting up early. Homework. But hey....look at the positives. We get to see all of our friends again. So if you think about it. Its bad in some ways. But good in some as well.
Oh and on top of all of this....Just recently I was put in prison....(in my own house under my parents law) because I was talking to my boyfriend...after they said not to. I have lost everything in a matter of seconds. Computer. Phone. Everything. Its been a week since that day and I'm in pieces. I am allowed on the Internet as long as I don't email him. I can have my phone but I can call or text him. I have hurt both him and I because of this....I have no idea when I'll get any of this back or if I ever will.....(which I will cause if its a forever thing....I'll just break it again) Anyways....HELP!!!!!!!!!
Friday, August 1, 2008
Breaking Dawn(NEW BOOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Seven hours!!!!!! Just seven more hours till I get to read the final pages of the Breaking Dawn!!!!!!!!!! I think I can make it! I hope!!!! What happens??? I am so pscyhed!!
Izzabella and I (Morgan) have spent the last 2 or 3 days with each other. The whole time. While Scarlet (our soon to be fellow-poster) has moved to Salt Lake, we have been spending what time we can together before Izzabella moves to Colorado. And I shall be stuck here all alone. Bleah.
Only seven more hours until the book that we have been drooling over all summer for, comes out!! GAH!! BREAKING DAWN!!! WOOT!!!
Now, if you are a Twilight fan, please comment, we would love to hear how excited you are too. :D
^~^
We have been freaking out all day. All day. Non-stop. IT NEVER ENDS!!!
Anyhoo, here's the pic.
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