Now I identify with James. Or at least this made up James.
http://fanfiction.mugglenet.com/viewstor
- Mood:
contemplative
- Mood:
creative
I'm currently baking in my full-ness and drinking coca cola. Which, by the way, is DISGUSTING (I love it :). It's very... ewwwww. Fail. Bleh.
I miss Colin :(Other than that,nothing's really happening.
Oh, but my parents ARE finally letting me spend some time home ALONE, which is amazing. Before they were all like "Nooo, you'll kill yourself!" and now there's like "Rawr, we'll let you be."
- Mood:
chipper - Music:Let's Dance - Vanessa Hudgens
"If a person hadn't seen Bee in a year, they might not have recognized her sitting there. She wasn't blonde, she wasn't thin and she wasn't moving."
" 'I may have lost her' Bee said solemnly.
'Who?' Tibby asked.
'Myself.' Bee bounced one heel against a closet drawer."
"Bridget had made every effort to change herself this year. TIbby quietly suspected she knew the reason. Bee couldn't outrun her troubles, so she'd entered her own version of the witness protection program. Tibby knew ow it was to lose someone you loved. And she also knew how tempting it was to cast off that sad, ruined part of yourself like an old sweater you'd outgrown."
"The person I used to be, she seems so far away. She walked fast, I walk slow. She stayed up late and got up early, I sleep. I feel that if she gets any father away, I won't be connected to her at all anymore."
"At first she saw the usual devestation [In the mirror]. It had started when she'd quit soccer. No, really it had started before that, at the end of las summer. She'd fallen harder for an older guy than she'd planned. The trick Bee had used to be to keep moving, moving at a pace so fast that it was thrilling and even reckless. Last summer she'd paused and painful things - old, supposed-to-be-forgotten things - came up."
"She'd run so many miles in her life, her body seemed to welcome the exersize. On the other hand, it started complaining after only a mile or so in the July heat. She felt all the extra weight on her hips and shoulders and arms. It wrecked her stride and it wrecked her breathing."
"She had quit soccer in November because she hadn't wanted people counting on her anymore. She'd just wanted to sleep."
"Sometimes it felt like a relief to be invisible."
" 'Oh, honey.' Greta swayed in her seat. 'You have no idea how sad. Marly loved her children, but she had a hard time. She used to go to bed after she fixed them lunch and by the time they were eight or nine, I suspect shewent back to sleep after breakfast. She'd get so overwhelmed half way through sorting the laundry that she'd leave it on the machine for days until Franz got around to it.' "
" 'Marly was real moody. High as a kite one week and couldn't get out of bed the next. She fell down hard her first year of college - I'm not exactly sure of all the details. A doctor diagnosed her with a mental disease and put her in a hospital for a few months.' "
" "She was real feisty too - stubborn and independant.' "
"The brown hair dye was even fading in places, giving her hair a skunky, uneven look."
- Mood:
energetic - Music:No Sleep Tonight - The Faders
For the next month or so, I'm going to reread / rewatch Lemony Snicket's: A Series of Unfortunate Events. It was one of my favourite series' growing up, so who knows? Maybe it'll teach me something now. If so, I'll document the findings here!
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The Movie Taught Me... there's always something. Dark cinematography for the win. The only elves that are worth it are invented by Tolkien. The key to my heart lies in Secret Organizations. I wouldn't mind living in a house like Count Olaf's was portrayed. When all else fails, improvize! Guys who pretend to be dinosaurs aren't worth it. Home IS where the heart is. They don't abandon you on purpose. NOTHING is cooler than a guy who wears a boa constricter in place of a feather boa. "When threatened, a snake will retreat to a place that is quiet and safe. Remote. A sanctuary where it can feel out of danger"... seems like it's okay to be me. Sea snakes DO exist! Josephine: Maybe retreating ISN'T totally wise...
- Mood:
crushed
| Trait | . | low score | high score |
| Sociability | 70% | socially reserved, detached | friendly, open |
| Aggressiveness | 74% | mild mannered, uncompetitive | predatory, domineering |
| Assertiveness | 77% | introverted, loner | controlling, aggressive |
| Activity Level | 72% | relaxed, laid back | vigorous, high energy |
| Excitement-Seeking | 85% | sedate, restrained | adventurous, wild |
| Enthusiasm | 90% | somber, pessimistic | cheerful, optimistic |
| Trust | 95% | suspicious of others | trusting of others |
| Submissiveness | 88% | rebellious, lawless | dutiful, obedient, compliant |
| Altruism | 94% | selfish, cold, austere | helpful, selfless, indulgent |
| Cooperation | 50% | argumentitive, confrontational | conflict averse, meek |
| Modesty | 79% | arrogant, self-satisfied | humble, unassuming, doormat |
| Sympathy | 93% | callous, heartless | empathetic, warm |
| Confidence | 60% | not confident in work | confident in work, egoistic |
| Neatness | 66% | disorganized, messy | planner, clean, anal |
| Dutifulness | 95% | dishonest, derelict | honest, rule abiding, proper |
| Achievement | 90% | lazy, unmotivated | driven, goal oriented |
| Self-Discipline | 49% | procrastinator | responsible, efficient |
| Cautiousness | 34% | spontaneous, daring, reckless | careful, controlled, safe |
| Anxiety | 89% | relaxed, fearless | fearful, worrier |
| Volatility | 84% | calm, cool | touchy, tempermental |
| Depression | 50% | content, balanced | emotional, self hating |
| Self-Consciousness | 36% | confident, assured | low self esteem, shy |
| Impulsiveness | 27% | high self control | low self control |
| Vulnerability | 89% | resilient, unphased | confused, helpless |
| Imagination | 91% | practical, realistic | dreamer, unrealistic |
| Artistic Interests | 91% | artistic indifference | art, nature, beauty lover |
| Introspection | 95% | not self reflective | self searching |
| Adventurousness | 61% | conventional, safe | spontaneous, bold |
| Intellect | 62% | instinctive, non-analytical | intellectual, analytical |
| Liberalism | 76% | conservative, traditional | progressive, open |
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It's funny, because it is ALL true.
- Mood: amused
There are few people that I look down on, but the ones that I do live by the motto: "When the going gets tough, the tough get going, going, gone" and all other variants of the phrase.
Fear is never a reason to run away. In fact, the more afraid you are, the greater your reward when you push past that fear, right? Courage isn't the ABSENSE of fear, but the judgement that there is something more important than fear. The more you care about something, no matter how petrified it makes you, you stay with it.
- Mood:
bitchy
It's not love I have issues with. It's vulnerability.
I know what you're thinking. "Amanda is ALWAYS expressing how she feels; she is always hugging us, telling us she loves us, etc." Yes, that's true.
But notice how I always do it. When anyone makes a move to hug me / touch me, or express an emotion to me that is ignited by me (I.E.: A crush, a deep friendship), I pull away. I need to be in control of it, and otherwise I just get scared. If I lose control of it, I'm scared that I'll be taken advantage of - either sexually or emotionally. I know I won't do that to anyone but who's honestly to say that they won't do it to me, you know? It's not thay I'm scared I'll lose someone.. it's just that I'm scared of getting hurt. And honestly, it seems that I have a right to it. I've been raped, stolen from by someone I idolized, had my heart broken more than most people I know, etc, etc, etc. I don't have to go into full details.
I think that's the real reason I broke it off so quicky with both Scott and Kevin (And I'm sorry about that). It wasn't that I liked Colin (Which I expected was the reason, but now I know wasn't the true one), and it wasn't because my crush on them died naturally. It's not because of anything either of them did. It's just that I became very uncomfortable with them caring for me, when I was so afraid to BE cared for. I killed my crushes so I didn't have to deal with the pain of getting hurt by them in the end.
I've spent a lot of time making fun of romance movies / books, the colour pink and (most things) that can be considered "girly". What are typical girly-girls associated with? Damsels in distress. And those girls "are" vulnerable. It's not that I genuinely dislike that kind of thing - it's that I can't stand to sit there and watch the characters get hurt, or confess love to one another when they COULD get hurt. Yes, I DO care about CHARACTERS, shut up.
I fear laying bare my soul to someone and having it looked over, liked, but still thrown away so that the guy in question can use another heart for his Tin Man.
Which seems pretty ironic now, doesn't it? Serves me right, I guess. It figures I'd be betrayed the one time I actually start to want to open up to someone.
But what scares me most is that, because of this, I wonder if I will ever be able to open up to a guy and let him love me enough to have a family.
It isn't that I fear that I won't fall in love, or that no one will fall in love with me; it's that I fear that I'll never find a guy who loves me in a way that I can accept.
- Mood: crushed
You have the option of reading this post, or one of the two below it, or all three. Sorry. I started with the one, and then continued. And this is why:))
I'm starting to wonder if I should come back and make THIS journal my public one. If you "delete" the posts from Grade Nine, and go back to Grade Eight... it really feels like it's me you're talking to. I never noticed how much "me" there was while I was still at Eastview. I never noticed that, there, I was way more myself than not, despite pretending to be otherwise. I guess that, back then, I couldn't convince myself to fight it completely. And, it's in this LJ that I feel connected to who I actually am. Seriously, if you go back and reread the posts (pre grade nine), then they're all... very much me. That's... that's sort of surprising.
I was actually kinda cool. What the Hell happened?
- Mood: contemplative
And now, the more I think about it... the more I think that Larrie and Kels were right in choosing those characters for me... does friendship help you see into the future of a person's development?
Bridget Vreeland is restless and bold. She's daring, doesn't slow down, and is always loud and cheerful. She likes to light things up and doesn't like it when things get too sad or serious. She may seem like the strongest of the "Sisterhood", but deep down she is by far the most vulnerable. She's prone to immense self-destruction, especially when it comes to her heart. She tends to fall hard for guys, and then get totally destroyed by them. She also runs when she's upset (Literally, which I do, and figuratively, which I try to avoid). She has huge issues with her family, and is noticeably much closer to her friends. She is, by far, the most intense (emotionally) of all of the characters as well.
Meanwhile, Lena Kaligaris is more reflective and beauty-seeking (except for when it comes to herself). She's quieter, and likes so observe. She also has a huge inability to love freely that she doesn't quite understand. She's like a wild animal: she spooks easily, and if you come close she will run away, but if you stay still then she may slowly come toward you. There's a paragraph in book 2 that sums up the way she thinks (and the way that I think) perfectly: "Tibby liked to say, give Lena a choice of A or B and she'd always choose C. Did she love him? A. Yes. B. No. C. Well, you might suspect that, considering she did think about him a lot. But maybe it had just been attraction last summer. How did you separate attraction from love? And how could you possibly think you loved someone you barely knew and hadn't seen in almost nine months and quite possibly would never see again?"
Last night, when I wrote the post below... that was my Lena shining through. That was the reflection I needed, the introspection that I always have to go through... the thoughtfulness to the point of over-analyzing (as usual).
And now, as the sky's turning blue, it's time for Bridget to make her appearance. I haven't slept all night... I've just sat here on the couch in this cold silence, not even thinking, but perfectly aware of the time going by... like I've been confined at the bottom of a well, and I'm sure that there is a circle of light somewhere at the top but I couldn't see it. Now, all of a sudden, a trigger has been pulled, and the bottom of the well has been pushed up by a giant spring and I've been flung out. The light is rushing toward me, and I'm scared of what is about to happen, but also hugely excited. There's a familiar, jittery twinge in my stomach... and I can't just stay still anymore. I have to run. But I can't just run on a treadmill... my thoughts and feelings are too big. They branch out and they hit the roof and the walls and they bounce back at me. I have to go OUT, way out, down to the Harbour, through the forest, through the field... as soon as the day breaks, I need to MOVE. I need to go outside, where my thoughts can't come back to me because as soon as they hit a tree or a car I'll be gone. I need to go everywhere, running away from the problem and toward the solution... when you're running, it becomes a high and I NEED it to feel good and happy and alive and... I need to move...
- Mood:
restless - Music:No Sleep Tonight - The Faders
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2502995/1/Do
The last time I saw Ben was on Friday, and it was the first time I'd seen him in two weeks. First words out of his mouth? "Ma-a-andy, why weren't you at exams?" He was sweating bullets, but of course I gave him a huge hug anyway. I then proceeded to rant about the things that have happened - all the bad - and my voice was cracking, and when I pulled away long enough to look at him, I saw this:
Expressionless face... eyes crossed.
I honestly couldn't help but burst into laughter.
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"I don't wanna be normal..."
"MY EFFING WALKMAN KEEPS SKIPPING! I HATE IT! GRR! WTF!! I WANNA LISTEN TO "WHOLE NEW WORLD"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
-ten minutes later-
I am both strong and wise. I made it work. Ah, seduction... Lmao! Jking!"
"I may love David uncontrollably and intensely, but don't even think my love for him could match my love for these chips."
"Holy poo!
Adam's initials are A. L. R. H. You could rearrange that to be "Larh". LAR!!
And Lar's are L. D. M. Not only does that have the last 2 letters in Adam's first name, but it has the first letter of his middle name.
Destiny, anyone?"
"TONIGHT I WILL WALLOW IN MY OWN GODDAMN FILTH!!!"
"I mean, I miss the worst day of school ever! Thursdays! No 100 Minutes of Gatsos! Whee!"
"What can I say? I'm obsessed. And, as we all know, obsessed girls CANNOT be responsible for our actions... can we?"
" "The unknown is a scary thing. When you go into a new class, you feel scared, you know? However, if you just dive in and talk to someone, you don't feel so scared anymore." - Grandpa
Is it just me, or do things that you already know just seem so much more wise when your grandparent says them?"
"The fact that I am proud of my acheivments. I never let anyone break my spirit, I know who I am and I am true to that."
| How to make a Dclawed |
| Ingredients: 3 parts mercy 5 parts ambition 3 parts joy |
| Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Add a little caring if desired! |
I have read this entire Livejournal and I have to say: I miss this. I miss being able to WRITE... and not worry what a boy thought of who I am. Not worry about having to change myself for him.
Time to reclaim all of that innocence.
It belongs to me, and I want it back.
I'm not like Ning - I didn't swap my innocence for pride. I swapped mine for love. Now that the love is gone, I want something to hold on to for once.
If only to get me through the rest of high school.
http://www.freewebs.com/dclawed/ and www.anirp.comThe only thing I can depend on... officially.
On a more lighthearted note: http://youtube.com/watch?v=WS6i8CQuBl0
- Music:Hope's Song - Veggie Tales
Wow...
Look at this old thing. Imagine how dusty it would be if this LJ were a real notebook? I haven't written in this particular journal since about March... but maybe that's why I came back. I wanted to revisit a place that I hadn't been for a while - where NOTHING had happened.
But then again, that's a lie. No matter where I go, there is no way that I could ever escape this past year; the thoughts, ideas, dreams, hopes, wishes, disappointments and the other feelings attached to it. Not that I'd ever want to, of course. Even with jealousy and sorrow, it has been an AMAZING year. Maybe all that negativity made the good moments better. My ninth grade year is everywhere and I'm never going to be able to run from it... and I never will want to.
I'm wondering: Are sad things too big a price to pay for happy ones? If you're straining to see a sunset on a hill and trip, falling down into brambles and bushes below, does that make that one instant of watching the brilliant colour any less beautiful? That's what's been happening to me this year. I keep on seeing the sunset, I keep falling... but I always get back up just to get another glance, even if it's only for another five or six seconds. It's worth it. Plus I get a bit of a workout after climbing so much, right? ;)
Honestly, though... the sunset when it comes to me is so tiny. Light in that one guy's eyes, my mom smiling. It's a sunset filled with little things like that; things that I stay up all night thinking about, wishing that they'd be there forever, knowing that no matter how much I cry I will always be able to look back and recall that feeling of that one moment. For every hard night there is ten seconds of bliss.
Sure, hurt can sometimes overpower me. I'm still human. Sometimes, memories of things (ESPECIALLY guys) can be the worst thing in the world for me. But then I actually talk to the people or person involved... and it doesn't have to be more than a conversation about something like school,and that makes it better. Just another minute or so to add to my joy.
It's pretty easy to break me if you're a close friend, and it seems that the more I love you the more often you break me... whether I tell you or not. Trust me, I can get angry about the littlest things sometimes. I just don't express it to everyone. I only tell like 3 people why/when they're pissing me off. Britt, Colin and Jeremiah. Meanwhile, Adam and I always fight, Kelsey and I fight but never apologize and are still close as hell, George and I have never fought in all the time we've known one another but I'd still confide in him before (say) Jordan... and it continues from there. Meanwhile, for sadness... that's more complicated and would take more time.
But I've just realized a few things. Yes, they have to do with crushes so I wouldn't read this next bit... scroll down until you see ***** across the page. I'm too lazy to do an LJ cut.
This year I developed... quite the crush, eh? And I felt a lot, good and bad. Which in the long run... IS good. I'm a girl who loves emotion, feelings... I like to experiance anything I can. In a way, this is the perfect (Yet completely and TOTALLY imperfect) situation for me. I get to keep feeling and feeling, my heart breaking, mending, hanging by a thread... and if this eventually dies down, I'll still have that as a part of my life.
This summer, I'm going up and down like a rollercoaster... and I keep thinking about him. I think that my ups and downs are not because of my thoughts, but instead because... I still like the guy. They're just how I'd naturally feel if we were all back at school; how I'll feel next time I see him (I should call a lot more people in August than I have been so far). I'm going crazy because he's in my life and that feeling just doesn't go away. I'm stuck with it. I may need to give up on it someday, but I'm stuck with it for now.
I've made a choice. Next year, if and when I still like him... on the last day of school or exams, I'll tell him. I swear. After all... I never call ANYONE in the summer. If we're apart for 2 months, things will be easier... and besides, we won't talk whether he's at home or not. Because nothing HAPPENS in summer.
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Anyway... I don't think that there has been a single place in my world that hasn't been touched upon by my crush or another change that came this year. There is no place for me to go where I can get my mind off of it all... and maybe that's a better thing than I thought it was.
Why didn't I write this in hugaroo? I wanted to see who still looks back at this thing. Probably no one, but if you do end up reading this... reply!! I want to know what you think... I always do. And if you think nothing, just write nonsense that doesn't pertain (BAD SPELLING) to the subject. Tell me who won the basketball game or what weird behavior you saw in the grocery store today.
- Mood: melancholy
WOW!!!!!
I haven't seen Livejournal for almost a month! It feels like so much longer, though! I'd almost forgotten about this place, until I found an old email I'd sent to myself full of posts in case my LJ got deleted somehow. And so, here I am... in the middle of the night... when I REALLY should be sleeping, because my sleeping habits have been crap lately (Haven't gotten more than 4 hours sleep in about 2 weeks).
A lot has happened lately - most of it is really good, too :) I'm fifteen, as of March 20... I have an iPod now... I'm hanging around my friends more outside of school... I'd list more, but I'm too exhausted to at the moment, lol.
So, anyway, now is just a random list... because I'm bored... and this post is crap, and while there is no way to save it, I should just write a list...
FIVE THINGS I COULDN'T SURVIVE ON A DESERT ISLAND WITHOUT
5. My (Fatherless... lol Ben, Teija and Angela) iPod. And some magical way to charge it,
4. A notebook avec MAGICAL! -sarcastic gasp- never-unsharpened pencil
3. My camera
2. My friends (Who, in turn, will bring their own items which will probably help us more than mine have so far)
1. A boat. Not only a boat, but a CRUISE SHIP. We could go back to civilization "in style"... and possibly die in some dramatic crash while trying to learn how to drive the bloody thing.
- Mood:
sleepy, cranky - Music:Yearling - Jump, Little Children
I've had this dream frequently since I went to the cottage, when it started. It just won't go away... I have it at least once or twice every couple of weeks. I don't give it much thought while I'm awake, usually, but now I'm beginning to. It's starting to really freak me out, this nightmare of mine. It's almost as if the nightmare is inescapable, and that scares me.
First, I’m in a car with my ‘husband’. We’re driving along a highway in a blue car and we get to a house that we apparently just bought, which is on a hill right beside the highway. The house is really tiny, with a chicken-wire fence around it and it’s painted brown. There’s dead grass all around it.
Then, all of a sudden, I’m with our blond four-year-old son on the dead grass in the front yard. I’ve apparently divorced my husband, and am now living alone with the kid and trying to keep him away from the fence.
Then, I’m all alone. I’m inside the house, in a room that I assume is my own. There are no walls, and no ceiling. The floor is all dirt. The walls and ceiling are patches of darkness, with purple and brown mixed into the black. In the center of my room is a giant, black, gnarled and quite dead tree. Instead of leafs, this tree has items on it. I walk over to the tree and start to climb it, watching these items. The higher I climb, the darker they become (Ex. From a broken watch to a scythe on a chain).
At one point, I find a video camera and it’s running. I look into it and see the subway. All of a sudden, I’m in the subway and swinging the scythe on a chain around and around, before throwing it down the tunnel. Then I’m in the train, talking to girls I’ve never met before about some guy that likes me. I try my best to avoid him, even though I like him back, but it doesn’t work.
Then I’m back on the tree again, climbing. A face hovers around the tree, the creepiest face I’ve ever seen. It’s like a clown face painted on a large, yellow sphere. It sees me and begins to yell at me, before zooming up to the top of the tree. I’ve never been able to remember what the sphere says.
I keep climbing. When I get to the top of the tree, there’s something that I know I need to save. I didn’t know what it was before, but after last night’s version of the dream I figured out that it was a person.
The entire dream, my cheeks are stained with tears and the air is cold. I know that I’m trying to reach whatever’s in the tree, but the second that I get to the top I wake up.
- Location:my room
- Mood: contemplative
- Music:Angel - Sarah McLaughlin
I need a shower.
I got facebook now.
Whoo.
- Mood:
exhausted
"Uh... Amanda? Why do you have a bunch of flowers?" - Colin
Soeth begineth an amusingeth day... eth!
The awesomeness of the day started with that line, when I brought from my backpack a large bouquet of fake flowers. I then let everyone take one from the boquet.
"I WANT THE BIG YELLOW ONE!" (takes the large yellow flower from the boquet, and the fake flower drops off the plasitc stem) "Damn." - Jordan
This morning, we had almost everyone. It was wonderful - the perfect start to the day. George, Kelsey, Alex, Colin, Devin, Jordan, Salman, Aaron, Devin, Serena, Destiny, Angela. Yeah, not everyone everyone... but enough. It was so much fun. We went crazy. I started to rant about about the Lion King spoofs that I'd found on Youtube.
"The DANGER ZONE!" - Crazy Random Video About Bacteria In Family Studies
Home ec was hilarious. The teacher showed us this random video that seemed like it was set in the eighties about bacteria... it was so lame that it was really funny. Really, it was... interesting. If I could find it on youtube, I would post it.
"George! Adam! Losers! Get over here!" - Amanda
After that class, we had an assembly about drinking and driving. Angela and I managed to wrangle herself, Jordan, Alex, George, Adam, Devin, Colin, Justus, Inayat, Najiba, Rachel, Teija and myself all into the same area. At the front. Really close to the blairing speakers. Twitch.
Angela told me that she wasn't going to take her flower out from behind her ear all day. Jordan kept poking people with his all through the assembly. A lot of people gave up their flower to Colin, who had a huge boquet sticking out from his sweater. A few things really stuck out for me about the assembly:
1) The video was really powerful. It was really good, actually... much better than I'd expected.
2) Oh, the speakers were loud. I covered my ears for almost half the thing.
3) I actually didn't look for Hot Asian Guy. For once in any assembly, I didn't try and find him XD My current crush is becoming bigger than I thought, LOL! XD
4) My friends are REALLY insane.... we didn't shut up for half the assembly. At one point, the VP told us to take off our hats. Five hands besides her own reached for Angela's hat. It was amazing XD
"That assembly was so sad!" - Amanda
"Why?" - Colin
Colin and I talked after the assembly for like five seconds, because we were walking in the same direction. Then I went into English class, and took Justus's hat. The english teacher began to laugh.
"Ew! I got such a bad mark on this project!" - Amanda
"What did you get?" - Angela
"86%" - Amanda
"You're an idiot." - Teija
English was kind of boring.
"Third lunch SUCKS!" - Salman
"Je suis un pomplemouse." - Amanda
Nuff said. That's third lunch.
"Why don't we just play musical chairs again instead?" - French Teacher
"We're gonna play musical chairs again? There was a FIRST time?" - JP
French class was awesome XD Adam and Sebastian are insane monkey androids, according to the inside of my head. And, OH MY GOD, the teacher began to sing "The Farmer In The Dale" for us when half the class told her that they'd never heard the song before! I no longer have issues with seeing over Daniel's head, because he sits beside me due to a bad seating arrangement now. And we have a french unit test tomorrow - bleh.
"AH! NAJIBA! HOLD ON!" - Gabriella
In Gym, Gabriella and Najiba had to carry me around the gym. At one point, Najiba began to fall. She fell kind of.. under us XD It was so weird. And Gabriella and I have an inside joke now: She forgot my name at one point, and so now every time we see one another, we're like "Hey, Amanda.", "Hey, Scabriella." It's very interesting.
We also watched the guy's basketball game thing today in gym. It was weird. But cool.
So, that was my day. I, for one, really liked it.
TOP FIVE THINGS I AM THANKFUL FOR TODAY
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1. I didn't have to bake cookies today.
2. I am home alone right now :)
3. Fake flowers! XD
4. Cinnamon gum
5. My friends :)
- Location:Bedroomizzle
- Mood:
full - Music:Valentine - Martina McBride
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