Mood:
accident proneI'm bored! So, I got to thinking...hey, I got a blog, why don't I go and actually make a real entry
But, it may be short...I'm not exactly suppoesed to be on here right now(lol). Then again, my grandma never said i couldn't get on either
I just can't get caught...And, just to warn you, I like to talk, and put cute little faces on my blogs when I talk. That's just me.
So: Today's wheather is like so much better than yesterday's. Yesterday, it was hailing and storming and all yucky...but today, it's bright and sunny, and great! Perfect sun-tanning wheather. Makes me wish the pool was open on Mondays...or even open at all for that matter! It open the day school gets out...blan, dumb, boring rule! I obviously have a bubbly personality, which draws people to me. like, yesterday, I went to my grandma's church for the first time. Since I'm going in highschool, I have to go to the Youth Group. NO WAY! I told my gramda. YES WAY! she says back. It will be a new experience...blah blah...heard that before, I'm not stupid! I knew what was bound to happen:I'd go there, and feel like the new girl(which I would be) and have no freinds, feel left out and excluded while everyone else splits into groups, I'm the one that's stuck in the one person group called Me, Myself, And I. Well, I was so scared, I couldn't sleep. So I decided to call my bf. He gave me some reassurence, but mostly, was too worried about his upcoming football stuff...oh, well, boys will be boys...that makes him sound kinda unsinsitive...well, he's really great! He was just not wanting to play footbal-even though he's awsome at it- he wants to play basketball-not as awesome at that. He says he wants to play maybe next time, but not this time. I ask him why he's playing if he doesn't want to play.He syas it's because his Mom wants him to play. Later on, he said something like his dad wanted him to do whatever and he wanted to do that too, but just so that his dad would get off his case. So, I was the one who ended up giving the advice: to him: to go for his dreams, not his parents...that it's his life, and he can do what he wants to do with it...his parents already had their chance and now it's his turn. Then he says thanks. and by the way, not to worry, I'm going to make lots of new freinds and probably a few girls jealous...and that I'll have a great time at the Y.G. See, he's great. Knows just how to reassure a girl- kinda, almost, if you know what I mean:) Anyways, he was right! I had a great time, and got four people's phonenumbers. Most of them will never know the hard things I go through in life that most kids would ever dreamof happening in thier life...that's how good I am at covering up my personal life...not even my blog readers will know because its extinuating cercumstances...well, I've got to close this entry: I'm supposed to be doing a dumb report about what I want to be when I grow up. Don't ask me why...some dumb school thingy...I don't even know hy I have to do it...I mean, come on! I ahve the rest of highschool to think about it, Why do I have to make up my mind just now? It will probably change anyways... g2g
~Charlie Rose
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