My dad obviously had a bad day and so has everyone in the house. I tried to go over friends house to get away from him, and he wouldn't let me!!! I was in my basement, running on my mother's tredmill, and he said "Quit playing on that, it's a waste of time. I don't know why you're mother bought that thing in the first place, she doesn't even use it!" #1 I do not, nor will I ever, care what my mother buys, or does or doesn't use. #2 I wasn't playing, I was working out. #3 What crawled up your butt??????????!!!!!!!!!! He's been like that ALL DAY LONG. It's not only my father who acts like they hate me.
My teacher, made me rewrite my whole social studies paper because I didn't double space it. I don't give a f***!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, May 25, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Yes! I finally finished my three part EOG test! Our teachers gave us icecream before recess. It was really good. Te fifth grade was yelling "lucky!" at us. It was awesome being the big fish. I loved it, because I hate fifth graders. I know I used to be one, but they are annoying. If I was a fifth grader, I'd hate 4th graders. If I was a 4th grader, I'd hate 3rd graders. They think they are so much cooler than we are. I want to punch most of them. No I hate all of them. There is a girl on my bus, she is such a complainer! She complains about how her parents won't buy her a bra. For Pete's sake, nobody wants to hear about how you can't have a bra. If you can't have one that isn't my problem, nor anyone elses. I don't see how she has friends. Well, anyway she got one, and was showing it to everyone on the bus. Speaking of issues...
My bestie had a doctor's apointment, so he left his football with my other friend. My other friend gave it to the guy we hate most to let him take it home. I had to practically tackle him to get it. Then I opened my friends locker and put it in. I win. He tried to tell me that another guy had his football and that was why I should let him have it. I'm a winner.
I've been cleaning a lot lately, I can't quite figure out why. I guess I'm getting too bored, but I'm never really bored. I've washed my sheets and comforter, cleaned my livingroom, hallway, and kitchen, not to mention, my room, which is strangely spotless. My dad hasn't said one word about it and he is the king of clean. I run away on the weekends, because he's home. He makes me clean everything, even the stuff that's not mine. The stuff that isn't is mostly my mother's and my brother's. My mom NEVER cleans up after herself. I've never seen her brush her teeth in the evening either. She takes off her bra and leaves it in various places, for other people, to pick up, misrably. Anyway I can't run away this weekend, because my friend (she's a chick) that I usually spend the night with is going to Dollywood. Then in the last month of June, I get away from my family for a whole week! I'm going to Disney World with her. It ought to be fun, I've never been to it, she says I'm in for it. I don't know what that means, but Orlando here I come!
My bestie had a doctor's apointment, so he left his football with my other friend. My other friend gave it to the guy we hate most to let him take it home. I had to practically tackle him to get it. Then I opened my friends locker and put it in. I win. He tried to tell me that another guy had his football and that was why I should let him have it. I'm a winner.
I've been cleaning a lot lately, I can't quite figure out why. I guess I'm getting too bored, but I'm never really bored. I've washed my sheets and comforter, cleaned my livingroom, hallway, and kitchen, not to mention, my room, which is strangely spotless. My dad hasn't said one word about it and he is the king of clean. I run away on the weekends, because he's home. He makes me clean everything, even the stuff that's not mine. The stuff that isn't is mostly my mother's and my brother's. My mom NEVER cleans up after herself. I've never seen her brush her teeth in the evening either. She takes off her bra and leaves it in various places, for other people, to pick up, misrably. Anyway I can't run away this weekend, because my friend (she's a chick) that I usually spend the night with is going to Dollywood. Then in the last month of June, I get away from my family for a whole week! I'm going to Disney World with her. It ought to be fun, I've never been to it, she says I'm in for it. I don't know what that means, but Orlando here I come!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012, Tuesday
My best friend likes me, and it's really awkward, but lately it seems like he's out to get me. First he wiped this ravioli on my favorite jacket, not much hurt to that one, fell on me, he's a pretty husky guy so that hurt, and then finally, he threw a football that hit me in the face and gave me a bloody nose. Not cool. I know he's trying to show that he likes me, but do guys have to hurt you? Girls are nice when they tell you they like you. At least I am, which brings me to my next subject.
I like this guy, who's also my other best friend, his name starts with D. I prefer not to tell other people personal info over the internet. He likes this other girl though, and she's prettier than I am. The good thing is that the girl has a boyfriend. I talked to her on facebook, and she said she likes him back, but wouldn't fight over him. I will, because I love him. I've been trying to tell him that even though she likes him back, that doesn't mean that she likes him enough to break up with her current boyfriend. He doesn't seem to mind being her second choice. I care about him and I don't want him to get hurt when he asks her out and says no. It's not that I want him to ask me out instead, it's just I love him and don't want him to get hurt. I don't care if he likes me or not. This is how I show him I like him. 1) I lightly punch him , and when he's pretends to be hurt, I rub it to "make it feel better" 2)We have a power ranger handshake thing, as inside joke, like we say "samurai swords" then fist bump. Well, anyway, I told him "I think you would look sexy in a pink power ranger suit" in a sarcastic tone. Nothing to hurt him like most boys would. One reason, I like him is that he's really gentle, like when I see him hugging the girl he likes, he's really, really gentle. Speaking of her, here's why she broke up with him.
She broke up with him because he was too clingy. I don't get why that would bother her. I would love that. He still does that, during recess, he's with her. When she walks into the building, it's like he has a radar for her and jumps up to greet her at her locker. Any free time he has he's with her! She evens lives near him. I wish that he would do that for me, but alas, he doesn't know and he won't because, I'm too shy to tell him. I won't get someon else to do it, because they might laugh at me. I mean, I'm sitting here laughing at myself. I mean come on, I have no hope. Really, the only thing we have in common is that we're both crying over someone we can't have. It kind of sucks, no it sucks. She and her boyfriend are the only happy ones in this particular love rectangle. I say love rectangle, because there are four of us falling over eachother. I love him, he loves her, and she loves her boyfriend, and him. Luckily, I sit next to him at nearly everything, both of our classes, Math and Language Arts, some lunches, computer lab, some recesses. The only time I'm away from him is Band, other recesses and lunches. I almost died laughing during the Reading EOG yesterday.
I sit across from him in alphebetical order, so therefore, I can see him during all three of our EOG's. He was pretending to shoot himself, I gave him a look, and he gave me a sad puppy face, so I had to let him. May not be that funny to those who are reading this, but him being the one I have fallen hopelessly in love with, I thought it was hilarious. During the EOG today, which was Math Calculator Active, I watched him sleep, I know that sounds creepy, but I just glanced at him sleeping, then fell asleep myself. Speaking of which, I would like to do now.
See you later,
Faith
I like this guy, who's also my other best friend, his name starts with D. I prefer not to tell other people personal info over the internet. He likes this other girl though, and she's prettier than I am. The good thing is that the girl has a boyfriend. I talked to her on facebook, and she said she likes him back, but wouldn't fight over him. I will, because I love him. I've been trying to tell him that even though she likes him back, that doesn't mean that she likes him enough to break up with her current boyfriend. He doesn't seem to mind being her second choice. I care about him and I don't want him to get hurt when he asks her out and says no. It's not that I want him to ask me out instead, it's just I love him and don't want him to get hurt. I don't care if he likes me or not. This is how I show him I like him. 1) I lightly punch him , and when he's pretends to be hurt, I rub it to "make it feel better" 2)We have a power ranger handshake thing, as inside joke, like we say "samurai swords" then fist bump. Well, anyway, I told him "I think you would look sexy in a pink power ranger suit" in a sarcastic tone. Nothing to hurt him like most boys would. One reason, I like him is that he's really gentle, like when I see him hugging the girl he likes, he's really, really gentle. Speaking of her, here's why she broke up with him.
She broke up with him because he was too clingy. I don't get why that would bother her. I would love that. He still does that, during recess, he's with her. When she walks into the building, it's like he has a radar for her and jumps up to greet her at her locker. Any free time he has he's with her! She evens lives near him. I wish that he would do that for me, but alas, he doesn't know and he won't because, I'm too shy to tell him. I won't get someon else to do it, because they might laugh at me. I mean, I'm sitting here laughing at myself. I mean come on, I have no hope. Really, the only thing we have in common is that we're both crying over someone we can't have. It kind of sucks, no it sucks. She and her boyfriend are the only happy ones in this particular love rectangle. I say love rectangle, because there are four of us falling over eachother. I love him, he loves her, and she loves her boyfriend, and him. Luckily, I sit next to him at nearly everything, both of our classes, Math and Language Arts, some lunches, computer lab, some recesses. The only time I'm away from him is Band, other recesses and lunches. I almost died laughing during the Reading EOG yesterday.
I sit across from him in alphebetical order, so therefore, I can see him during all three of our EOG's. He was pretending to shoot himself, I gave him a look, and he gave me a sad puppy face, so I had to let him. May not be that funny to those who are reading this, but him being the one I have fallen hopelessly in love with, I thought it was hilarious. During the EOG today, which was Math Calculator Active, I watched him sleep, I know that sounds creepy, but I just glanced at him sleeping, then fell asleep myself. Speaking of which, I would like to do now.
See you later,
Faith
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