wow i'm A.D.D.

Yeah, I have problems. But guess what. The odds are, you have them too. Everyone has their little issues that they keep ‘under the rug.’ For me, I’m a pathological liar with a tendency to let me imagination get the best of me. Some problems, like coke addictions, are much more prominent then others but problems, none-the-less all problems are a hindrance to both moral and everyday life. Today I stumbled across a little problem my cousin has. I’m not going to say what it is because that’s not my point. My point is that when someone you know has a problem, helping can be ridiculously difficult. Especially when it’s something that is a very hush-hush subject.

I don’t want to go too in-depth about that because that is a real downer of a subject, so I’ll talk about the weird stuff that happened today. 1^st period was cool; we talked about 1950’s music and then started talking about the driving force and the memorable people from then and then Mr. C started talking about the music for the 1950's which really put me in a Johnny Cash kind of mood. God I love Johnny Cash. He was just such a fiiiiine young man. Oh goodness and so was Elvis. They just don’t make em’ like they used to. I really do think that I was just born in the wrong generation. I was supposed to be born in the 1930’s so that I could be a teenager in the 1950’s. I love everything about the 1950’s. It was just such an amazing time in history. (Also on that note, my sister really should have been born in the sixties so she could be a teenager in the eighties.) I love fifties clothes, fifties hair, fifties lingo, fifties cars, I love every single thing about the fifties. You have no idea how badly I want a ford thunderbird. Oh god, I know I’m going to spend thousands of dollars when I’m older just buying one of those gorgeous cars. I would sell a kidney just to get one, heck I’d sell em’ both if I could have a Thunderbird! Everything was just so shiny and beautiful and new back then. McDonalds wouldn’t be a major conglomeration that’s killing the world’s individuality yet, the highways wouldn’t be clogged with cars yet, and there would just be this plain sense of security because all the crazy crimes and illegal goings-on that occur now-a-days wouldn’t even be imaginable to people back then. Given, I would miss somethings like Starbuck, DVD’s, emo boy bands, skinny jeans, and converse, but I think I’d be perfectly content overall to live in the 1950’s. If only I had a time machine…

Wow, I certainly got off topic… second period was bleh. (Yeah I’m an AP English student and I use intense vocab words like ‘bleh’ hahaha lol) OH WAIT! I totally forgot to write about what happened before first period. Ok so my dad was called to jury duty in Compton so he was actually able to take me and my sister to school, so we got there a bit early. So my sister and I were talking to some friends about Golden axe

(funnest game ever >>>>)

and I mid-sentence when I that my friend Nikki was walking with one of her friends and she was holding a big plate of cookies so of course, being the pig I am, I ran over to her and started walking with her. Without even saying anything, she hands me like three cookies. So we’re walking to her friends locker and I’m stuffing my face with cookies and of course when my mouth is full, there is smeared chocolate and cookie crumbs on my face, I’m laughing with a full mouth and I’m practically falling over my own feet, TBIL passes by and looks at me. I wanted to die. But suddenly I had a thought, If anything ever happens between us (which it won’t) then he is just going to have to deal with the fact that I do things like stuff my face with delicious cookies and trip over my own feet. (Okay back to talking about what happened after second period) so I’m walking with Nikki after second when we go to our lockers and we don’t see Sarah so we just keep going. I go to my locker and listen to Ninja (it’s a nickname I give Angie) tell me about how her brother made her late to school thins morning. Then we started talking about getting tattoos because there is this really cute guy that has this awesome dragon tattoo on his arm. I’ve decided that I’m definitely going to get a tattoo but I just don’t know of what or where I would put it. I was thinking about getting the really cool stars tattoo like Kat VonD right under her hairline, because it’s pretty bad ass but I doubt my parents would ever approve, even if I was over 18… Then I went to Spanish and got to keep watching our Telanovela, Rosalinda. It’s so cheesy and bad that I don’t even watch it most of the time but I know perfectly well what going on because it’s so predictable. Then me and Sarah walked to our fourth periods and were talking about what Nikki had told me earlier about what had happened between her and the guy she’s into last night on Facebook. Math was… different… then usual. We had a sub because Mrs. B was sick. The sub was this big white guy that was super nice but soooo not even cute. I wish it was Senor Scott, now that’s a sub I could have everyday and not be unhappy. I was helping Carmen to understand the math homework, but most of the time we were just talking about who is cute and who isn’t in that class. Carmen is obsessed with the kid that sits next to me and just kept telling him how hot she thinks he is. Poor john got super scared and confused. Carmen seriously much have snapped because she was going nuts and flipping out but she kept saying that “this is just my hyper side”. I do like Carmen, because she is really nice, but sometimes that girl is just a little too much for me to handle. After math I immediately told Sarah all about Carmen’s weird behavior. I ended up going to Christian club with Sarah and I was super cool because the speaker today was this guy that had come to talk at church groups and stuff and he was from London and he had a British accent. I am a total whore for accents. I just… melt, when I meet someone with an accent. But that guy didn’t make me melt because he was like thirty but it was still pretty cool. He talked about how we need to refer to the bible to be our guide and that it’s going to help us out so much. Actually I don’t really remember much of what he said which I feel bad for because he said, “please don’t remember me for my accent, remember me for my message.” Sorry British-accent guy.

I totally failed the free response section of my physics quiz but I feel pretty good about the scantron part. But I just totally blanked when it came to some of the stuff we had learned. Maybe I should study more often… Sixth period was boring, as usual; I graded a few papers and then played some crossword puzzles. After sixth I went to Mr. J’s room to meet up with Nikki and some pretty epic stuff had happened with her and the guy she likes, so that was so great! She told me all about it while I went to my locker. I missed most of what she said because TBIL was at his locker but I’m sure I got the gist of what she was saying. Me, Sarah, and Nikki sat down while Nikki told her all about what had happened sixth period but then I remembered that my grandpa was picking me up and that I had to hurry to get to the car, so I walked with them to the Foreign language building before going our separate ways. So I get into the car and I start talking to my sister about what she had done that day because she had going to some Disney/interview type of deal.

-- oh I lost my train of thought because I had to go clean my room… where was I??? Oh yes, so My sister talked for a while as we drove to my grandparents house and then when we finally got there, I played guitar hero 3 for a while before going to eat some delicious home cooked burritos con carne. Later on my dad came, and it turns out that he hadn’t been pulled for a jury so the routine goes back to normal tomorrow which I’m totally down for because I had to get up an entire hour earlier than normal because my dad is crazy and thinks I need a whole hour to get ready, which isn’t true, I can take under ten minutes on a good day. So we went home and talked with Sarah on Facebook for a while and then played Bloons for a good half hour before starting today’s blog entry, and now I believe we’ve come full circle.

I think I’m writing these entries too long…

- Hasta Manana... maybe, actually i think I'm going to Sarah's house tomorrow so i don't know if I'll be able to post. If i do, it's probably going to be really late at night which is something I'm really not down for...

P.S. bloons... it's as addicting as crack