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| hey everybody!
i'm back from florida...just thought i would let you know
so ya, i don't really ever use this
anymore so i think i'm pretty much switching to facebook and
myspace...prolly mostly facebook cause i'm obsessed with it! but ya if
you wanna reach me u can message me over that or just talk to me...lol,
i actually prefer talking to people than just messaging them on
facebook or myspace...so ya...goodbye xanga!
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| My day today was most possibly the textbook example of a horrible
day. I went to bed last night feeling as though I would throw
up/start crying at any moment and for no reason at all and I woke up
feeling quite the same way. So, I reasoned with myself; should I
try to convince my parents that it would be beneficial for me to skip
school today, do I even want to skip school today, today is a B-Day, I
really enjoy B-Day's, the classes that I actually like taking are on
B-Days; so, concluding that even though I felt as though it would be
impossible for me to make it through a whole day of school feeling the
way that I did, I got up, climbed down the ladder of my bunk-bed and
began to get ready.
Coincidentally, unlike any other day of my life, I had actually already
thought about what I was going to wear today. I was going to be dressed
very cute in my brown cargo pants I got from Canada and wear a matching
baby tee with the words "Tinkerbell's Cheerleading Squad" and a picture
of Tinkerbell on it. Well this plan was quickly abandoned when I
saw my most comfortable sweat pants laying right next to the outfit I
had intended to wear, it was like they were calling my name, telling me
that while I had decided to go to school today, that did not
necessarily mean that I had to be dressed nice or cute, but that I
could simply wear just about the same outfit as I had worn to bed the
night before. So, I got ready, put my oversized sweat pants on,
and went to school.
Upon arriving at school I walked along my usual route up to my locker
to deposit my backpack and lunch for later that day inside,
contemplating even furthur if it was really worth my time to be in
school today. I dropped my stuff off and set off to pre-calculas,
a land of numbers and equations and possibly the most ridiculous
teacher I've ever met. But please don't misunderstand me, this
teacher is not ridiculous in the sense that while being a great
teacher, she just happens to be very funny and absurd so that some
might call her ridiculous. She is ridiculous in the way that I
would call an extremely annoying person ridiculous, or perhaps the
Chicago Cubs baseball team. I walk into the classroom, take my
chair and look up at the clock, I see that it is only 7:25 and sit
there soaking in the fact that all of my friends would not be arriving
at school today until possibly 7:40 so there was really nothing I could
do but sit here, in my pre-calculas class, just me and the teacher, and
contemplate furthur if it was really worth my time to be in school
today.
Enter Karlie and Karoline...Karlie, being my best friend and possibly
knowing me better than almost anyone in the world, shy of probably just
AlyBeth Williams, automatically assumes that the reason I look so tired
and groggy is that I was up late on the internet talking to a
boy. To which I quickly contradict her, "No, I signed off and
went to bed at 10:30 last night because I felt like crap, just like I
do right now." She says, "Oh..." and we quickly move on to another
topic. So we sit there, discussing the most recent developments
in Karoline and my's relationships with various boys that we might or
might not like. Karoline got in a fight with her boyfriend last
night, I'm unsure if the boy I'm going to prom with is really the boy I
wish to be going with; basically the thoughts and drama of the night
before. The bell rings and Karlie exits to go to her U.S. History
class and Karoline and I stay to endure an 85 minute lecture by the
ridiculous Mrs. Highland over the various rules of logorithms.
About halfway through the class, myself and 4 other people recieve
passes for us to go to the library at 10:30 to meet with the
principal. Now, all of us being honor students and not wanting to
not know what was going on for any longer than necessary quickly come
to the conclusion that the only thing that we all have in common is
that we have all been in the gifted program together since middle
school. From various rumors floating around the smarter kids at
SCHS, we have the idea that this meeting might be the principal
proposing a new gifted plan/program to all the gifted kids in the
school. Now that we all no longer have secret suspisions of
random assigning of detentions, or a random tutoring program we will be
asked to take a part of, we proceed on to our next class with no
thought of how much angst and turmoil these passes were going to cause
for us in the coming hours.
The next few blocks went by in a blur. First I was summoned by
another pass to my FBLA sponser's room to get pointless information
that I would only forget about later concerning the state competition
to be held in Columbia in about a week. Next I proceeded to
possibly the only safe haven in my school lately, my computer
class. Here I see people I know and trust, among them, my good
friends Tyler Hozie and Britney Buck. Here I can just tell Ms.
Reynolds, my computer teacher, that I need to just veg because I don't
feel well and she will accept that and move on to questioning another
student about what they should be doing.
10:30 comes and I tell my teacher I'm leaving to go to the meeting with
Dr. Eggers, the residing principal at my school. This meeting is
just like the icing on the top of the cake for my bad day. Dr.
Eggers proceeds to tell me and 37 other gifted students that three
other administrators and he have decided that it is time that the
gifted program at SCHS needs to be changed. I spend the next hour
listening to others and voicing my own opinion about how bogus and
stupid this plan is. Then as Dr. Eggers adjourns this meeting and
tells us that we may now go back to class or to lunch I get word that
we are going to have another meeting in about half an hour that will
only include us, the students, and the gifted teacher, not any
insensitive and absurd administration people.
Fast forward to the meeting...I've now spent the last half hour
discussing the plan with other junior gifted students, people I've
known for almost 5 years now. People that I know and love, people
that are just like me, just trying to get through school so that we can
go to college and hopefully have a good life. People that like
me, agree that school is dumb and a waste of time, and like I said just
a detour to our real lives. We all go to the meeting together and
take a seat in the back due to us being late and there not being many
seats in the classroom left. We put our names on the list of
people who would like to say something or have questions about this new
program. When it comes to my turn I let out all my frustrations
and complaints about the over-zealous administration. Now we come
to the little beacon of light shining in my dark, depressing day; I get
done with what I have to say and I look around and I see 37 students
nodding back at me. 37 students saying, "Are you going to be at
the board meeting tomorrow, you should speak at the meeting tomorrow
and say everything that you just said!" While this might sound
dumb or juvenile, this mass acceptance of how I felt by my peers just
made something inside me feel good, something saying, wow, maybe this
whole fiasco, this whole problem might just be worth it to make this
feeling inside me happen. Because while I am probably not
accurately describing it, this feeling was a great feeling.
After school I meet Karlie as usual so that she can give me a ride
home. Upon arriving at my house I see my pitiful, sick father
sitting on the love seat watching the baseball game and I go and join
him because he is my daddy and at that time I was feeling just as
pitiful and sick as he was. We begin to watch a movie that I
quickly give up on and tell my daddy that I'm going to go downstairs to
take a nap. He approves this plan and I briskly walk to my bed so
that I can sleep off all this achiness I have had in my body all day
long. Then, I sleep, I sleep for four hours until I am woken up
by my mother who informs me that it is 7:00 and it is dinner time.
The next several hours are not really important to this story as they
do not really support my bad, drowsy day, but they were also not
especially good; so I have concluded to myself that it would be
pointless for me to tell you about them. It is not until about
11:30 that our story begins again. I have just signed off from
talking to my friend Matt on AIM and have accepted the fact that due to
my previously mentioned 4 hour nap, I am not tired. I then
proceed to do possibly my favorite thing in the world to do.
I began by walking up the stairs to the now deserted big screen tv and
turning it on and finding an appropriate movie to aid me in this simple
pleasure that I find so perfect in times like these. After
locating this movie, which tonight happens to be the romantic comedy
that I have seen so many times it is quite possible that I know almost
every punchline and every plot twist in, You've Got Mail, I proceed to
the kitchen in which I microwave a bowl of popcorn and get a Dr.
Pepper, just the perfect food combination for a night like this, and
then proceed back into the living room to the very loveseat where I sat
with my daddy earlier that day. Then the movie comes on, and the magic
happens. Soon I am in another place, a place with love and books
and email, a place where I can forget all the troubles of the
day. I have found that there are only a few movies that can do
this perfect service for me; You've Got Mail, Pride and Prejudice, The
Notebook and Ever After. This place, where it's only me and them,
this perfect place with popcorn and Dr. Pepper; I love it. I love
that something as simple as watching a chick flick by myself can take
away all these troubles and feelings that I've had today and allow me
to be completely content and happy. It was while watching You've
Got Mail that I was inspired to write this story about my day and share
with everyone that reads this to not forget the simple things in life,
because these are the very things that just might possible save you
from either pulling all your hair out or going insane. I love the
simple things, and I hope that you learn to love them just as much as I
do.
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| Tomorrow's my birthday...and I'm not gonna lie...I'm not really in the mood for it...
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| So yesterday I went to the cingular store and GOT A NEW CELL
PHONE! It is sooooo flippin amazing! Unfortunately...my number
had to change...so if you want to know my new number, call my old
number and it tells you my new number on the voicemail...if you don't
know my old number...then I probably don't want you to know my new
number!  ttyl!
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