Okay. I know what you are thinking. Why would I write about school on summer break? I was just thinking about school as I was reading some other blogs and I decided, what the hay. Might as well talk about school. I'm sure I can come up with something. After all, I am entering my 9th year of school, not to mention kindergarden.
So I was thinking about my past year. I am going to be a freshman this year and to be honest, I am FREAKING OUT! I'm not a person who likes change very much, so you can see the problem already. Then there's the, I still want to be catagorized as a little kid. Little kids get everything! Sure, it's not always what they want, like they get ignored or pushed around, but they get one of the most important things of all! They get happiness! If you've ever seen a kid walk into a toy store, or maybe an older kid walking into the mall, what do you see in them? Happiness. So I think you get my point.
So I don't know if I want to be a freshman or not! Not that I have a choice. But will I like it? Am I going to totally hate it? My first fear is that I have to do swimming in high school. I'm not really that comfortable with my body, and I believe it's coed in my school. Actually, I'm almost positive that it's coed. So some people just say wear a one piece bathing suit. And to that I say, no. No one wears them in my neighborhood, and I don't want to be the loser that does. Another fear, I have to get shots before the school year starts. I am so afraid of shots! And people say, they only hurt for a minute. But that's a lie! I know that they hurt for days after. The muscle doesn't like to be STABBED!
I think my biggest fear would be the people. I am not really good at making friends. So I am really hoping that I can overcome my fear so that I can have a whole new bunch of friends, and hopefully have a boyfriend.
Aaahhh. Boyfriends. I have had two so far, and one of them ended pretty ugly. The first one, we have known each other since we were born! Our moms have known each other for a long time, before we were born at least. And now I guess we are just friends with benefits. At first, we were friends with benefits. Then we were going out, my first boyfriend. We broke up because we never saw each other, only about three or four times a year. And now, we are back to being friends with benefits. My second boyfriend was the unfortunate one. I went out with him two times. Now let me tell you something. If you go out once, and then break up, don't go out a second time. There was a reason you broke up the first time, and I can assure you that it is highly likely that it will turn out the same the second time. I broke up with him the first time because he was embarrassing me, I gave him another chance, and he did it again. So we are officeally done. I will not go out with him again. If you read my other blogs, the second one was Luke. The first one is Alex. I really miss Alex, and I hope that we can have a better, real chance some day.
So back to the topic of school. The things I am looking foward to? I want to see all my old friends. I want to have homework again, although, at about the middle of the second quarter, I hate homework. I want to have a fun time with my friends, and learn to drive a car, but I don't want my drivers licence, because I don't want to drive. I want to have the old, familiar, even fun feeling of the knew school year, with all the knew things. Knew folders, knew clothes...
The things I will really miss. I will miss the school I basically LIVED at for four years. I will miss half of my friends that are going to the other school. I will miss all the fun times I had in my past four years. I will miss the park district soccer, and the gymnastics there too. Mostly, I will miss the family members that I saw for the last time in the years before high school even started.
A big thing I will miss, not as big as the family members, but I will strongly miss, is the soccer years I had with the park district. I have had five memoriable coaches in my past 9 (I think it is 9) years.
One, Lance. He was the first coach that I bonded with. Not in a wierd way, just that we had fun talking on the sidelines (when I wasn't actually playing, rare).
Two and three, Steve and Sal. They were coaching together so I can't really say which I knew first, but Sal and I bonded (same as above) more. We had so much fun making fun of each other.
Four, Jon. But to go along with Jon were his two sons. They were cool too, so I guess I could say seven coaches. So the three of them, they were really cool. We also bonded (same as above, again) and just had fun making, well, fun of each other.
Five, Peter. Peter is a college soccer player. He is extremely tall, red head, good looking, and well just an amazing soccer player. To top it all off, we both play defence!!! I know I'm making it sound like I like him, and maybe I do a little, but mostly, I look up to him. He gives me really good advice, and I am so glad that he coached me, two times. One of the times was on Steve and Sal's team, but we really bonded this past year. Again, bonded as in not anything bad, just talking and laughing together. I had the most fun with him and he is the reason that I really wanted to inculde this section in the things I will really miss.
As for gymnastics, I can stay in it for the next two years, so I don't really have to miss it yet. But I will miss my coach Danielle. She is going off to college after this summer session and I hope I don't loose touch with her. She is really fun to hang out with. My friend Julia and I hung out with her a couple of times to pick up some things, or to just go out to eat at Red Robins. It was really fun! So I will miss those times.
I know that I got off topic a little a few times, but I really wanted to mention those things. For the people who have made a difference in my life; for the people who I look up to. I will miss you. And a special shout out to Coach Danielle and Coach Peter! I hope I don't loose touch with you!
Yours Forever
SunnyShadow04
Monday, June 14, 2010
Friday, June 11, 2010
Family
For all those people out there who don't have fathers, don't feel like your life sucks. Sure, I love my dad. But sometimes, it's really hard to live with him. When women and girls tell you that males are immature, they really mean it. And then, when they tell you that males never really grow up, they are so serious, it's not even funny! My dad acts like a child. Whenever I am mad, he laughs it off and makes fun of me. And when he laughs at me, I usually get mad and yell at him. And what do I get for yelling at him? I get yelled at. And that's the only time he's serious, is when he's mad or yelling at someone.
So let me tell you the latest incident. A while ago, my seventeen year old sister decided to bleach her bangs and a few strands of hair in the front of her face. After a few months, she decided to fix it up. In the process, she added some bleach to where she already had it, not a lot, but she did add some, and she also put some under her hair in the back. It looked really cute!
Yesterday, at soccer practice, I got a text. My sister sent me a picture of her hair. All the blond in the front was pink while the blond underneath in the back remained blond. I thought it still looked really cute! I mentioned it to my dad and he looked really mad. You would think that because my sister is seventeen, my parents would let her live a little, and not mind as much as they did. Maybe they would bring her down a little, or encourage her not to do such things, but no. They (mostly my dad) really got mad though. He started yelling about how she must want attention, and that she was going to get it, but it was going to be negative. I guess he just doesn't understand that todays society is WAY different then what it used to be, and that most of the comments she got and will get is positive. I liked it after all. Ha.
So after a while of hearing my dad scream about my sisters hair, I decided I'd had enough. I told him to go talk to a wall because no one wanted to hear him complain. He told me to shut up. I did; he's my dad after all. He walked away, and that was the end of that.
I texted my sister to let her know what had gone down. She mostly laughed it off. But as the night grew on, she sounded more and more nervous about comming home at her curfew. A while later, when my dad had fallen asleep, I texted her. She was relieved to hear this news. She doesn't like getting yelled at. Who does? She came home calmer then she sounded earlier that day.
We went to sleep around two, and when we awoke, she stayed in her room until she heard my dad leave. When he did, she took a quick shower, which naturally washed out most of the dye. She plans to put some more dye in today because my dad didn't say anything when he was her.
I don't really know why my dad cared as much as he did. I hope he let it go and is feeling better. He seemed like he was in a good mood today. I hope he, along with my mom, doesn't get angry about what my sister does when she turns eighteen and moves out. Although I also hope she makes the right decisions AND goes to college.
I guess that's why my parents really cherish me, because she always does things that they don't really approve of, and I don't. But my life is good most of the time. And I know that these outbursts are normal, so I just hope the outbursts don't rule the household, and my parents and the entire family can continue to be happy. As happy as or happier then we are now.
I do love you very much dad,
SunnyShadow04
So let me tell you the latest incident. A while ago, my seventeen year old sister decided to bleach her bangs and a few strands of hair in the front of her face. After a few months, she decided to fix it up. In the process, she added some bleach to where she already had it, not a lot, but she did add some, and she also put some under her hair in the back. It looked really cute!
Yesterday, at soccer practice, I got a text. My sister sent me a picture of her hair. All the blond in the front was pink while the blond underneath in the back remained blond. I thought it still looked really cute! I mentioned it to my dad and he looked really mad. You would think that because my sister is seventeen, my parents would let her live a little, and not mind as much as they did. Maybe they would bring her down a little, or encourage her not to do such things, but no. They (mostly my dad) really got mad though. He started yelling about how she must want attention, and that she was going to get it, but it was going to be negative. I guess he just doesn't understand that todays society is WAY different then what it used to be, and that most of the comments she got and will get is positive. I liked it after all. Ha.
So after a while of hearing my dad scream about my sisters hair, I decided I'd had enough. I told him to go talk to a wall because no one wanted to hear him complain. He told me to shut up. I did; he's my dad after all. He walked away, and that was the end of that.
I texted my sister to let her know what had gone down. She mostly laughed it off. But as the night grew on, she sounded more and more nervous about comming home at her curfew. A while later, when my dad had fallen asleep, I texted her. She was relieved to hear this news. She doesn't like getting yelled at. Who does? She came home calmer then she sounded earlier that day.
We went to sleep around two, and when we awoke, she stayed in her room until she heard my dad leave. When he did, she took a quick shower, which naturally washed out most of the dye. She plans to put some more dye in today because my dad didn't say anything when he was her.
I don't really know why my dad cared as much as he did. I hope he let it go and is feeling better. He seemed like he was in a good mood today. I hope he, along with my mom, doesn't get angry about what my sister does when she turns eighteen and moves out. Although I also hope she makes the right decisions AND goes to college.
I guess that's why my parents really cherish me, because she always does things that they don't really approve of, and I don't. But my life is good most of the time. And I know that these outbursts are normal, so I just hope the outbursts don't rule the household, and my parents and the entire family can continue to be happy. As happy as or happier then we are now.
I do love you very much dad,
SunnyShadow04
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Frienemies
Some people have friends that they've known forever. I am not one of them. Until about fifth grade, I would bounce from group to group. That had some advantages, and yet some disadvantages. I knew a lot of people, so there's an advantage. But I never really had someone to tell my secrets to. I became mean, and the influence of my older sister didn't help either. She is three years older than me, and she was never nice to me. (However, we are close now).
About half of fifth grade passed, and my friend, Jessica, that I had known since I was three, but wasn't very close to, moved to my town. That means she had to go to my school. Jessica wasn't in any of my classes, forcing her to meet knew people on her own. One day, she called me over at lunch to eat with her and her knew friend. That friend, Megan, bacame my first best friend. Jessica, Megan, and me hung out that entire year at lunch, band, and anywhere we could during any free time we had. The summer was a little bit different. Jessica began to change, and Megan and I didn't like it. She always seemed depressed, or sad, and she became goth. So we went on our way, that summer, without Jessica, just Megan and me.
Megan and I continued to be best friends in sixth grade and the summer. In seventh grade, things changed. Megan met a knew girl, Brooke. I was jealous that she was talking to her more, and that she just left me in the dark. I tried to blow off Brooke, and make Megan pay attention to me. But I guess Megan was just done with me. She wasn't interested. So i changed my plan. I went for Brooke. Brooke took the bait. That's when we all became best friends. Or so it seemed.
Brooke was officeally the middle person. Megan was her friend, I was her friend, but Megan and I were worse than ever. I think thats when I made the dummest mistake of my life. Megan happened to text Brooke one night telling her that she was going to wear skinny jeans to school the next day. So when they came to school that next day, both in skinny jeans, they started laughing and carrying on like friends that had known each other forever. I asked what was going on and they said that they had both planned to wear skinny jeans to school. I was blown away. I thought that they were blowing me off. Times ten. I got so mad. I blew my top! I yelled at them, and they yelled at me. That night I yelled at Megan again. That was the end of it for us. But Brooke gave me a second chance.
Brooke was my second best friend. She was different, I mean really different. But that was okay. We started to hang out more and we talked about a lot of things. This was all happening in seventh grade. The summer came, and I kept mostly to myself. No good friends. That summer was the first time I did gymnastics during the summer session. Julia, a girl that goes to my school, was also in the summer session. We began to talk, and we became really good friends. She was my third and so far final best friend. I told her a lot of things, like gossip, and such. She never got mad at me, and she usually understood. When she didn't, she would voice her opinion, and I accepted that.
School started. Eighth grade was going to be great, I just knew it. As soon as school was running, and we were a few days in, Brooke and I started to hang out more. We regained that friendship that ended with seventh grade. We were best friends. Megan still hung out with Brooke, but the three of us never hung out at the same time. The year passed with so many different feelings, but it was still a great year. I had my first boyfriend, Luke, and my first enemy, Jade. Jade was extremely mean to me, and yet I still don't know why. There was a talent show, in which I gathered up the courage to sing at, and after that, Jade was nice to me. Or at least to my face. But that didn't matter to me. Less drama. That was all I wanted. Luke came into my life repidly. We went out, and after two weeks and two days I freaked out. I didn't know what it was, but I just didn't want to go out with him. I broke up with him and he looked really hurt. I felt bad, but I knew I had done the right thing.
About then, Brooke started working on a project for the eighth grade. It was a slide show, with music, of everyone in the eighth grade. I started working on it, when I found out Brooke had done some bad things. One of those was that she smoked. I was very agrivated with her. So when her mom found out and she got grounded, I wasn't surprised. Since she was grounded, she couldn't stay after school to work on the video. So to my surprise, it was all up to me. I was so happy. I had done so much on the project already and it was so much fun! So I did the project mostly with the help of my teacher Ms. Nix.
While I was about halfway done with the project, I had a girl come up to me telling me that Brooke complained to her about the project. Brooke had said that it was her project because it was give to her first. But I guess Brooke just didn't realize that if I hadn't come in and taken over, the project wouldn't be as along as it was. Because she didn't have any time to stay and work on it and I did, the project was almost done! So I tried to forget about it, but she kept pushing. So I comfronted her, and she didn't like it.
Now the next event is where we are now. This is where I turn into the bitch. But I am on my bad week, and I was irritated with her already, and all these feelings right now just don't bring out the best in me. It brings out the worst in me, like i used to be. That I worked so hard to not be like that. So here it is...
Brooke sent out a mas text saying that she was ungrounded from her phone. It said to text her, with the little smiley face by it. I was going to ignore it, but then I thought about all of the things we've been through. And of course at the end of that, I recalled the last couple of incidents. So I made a huge mistake, and responded. I said, "noooo thanks." To that she responded "sorry, didn't mean to send this to you." I stupidly responded to that by saying, "good, and fyi...you didn't touch that video, I made the whole thing, so i hope you remember that your entire life and dont take any credit for it. It was all me!" I know that this was as mean as anything, but I was on the top of my emotions at that point and she had just made me very angry in the past few weeks. So she responded: "ok, I'll be sure to note that in my blog, and you should live your life knowing that you lost a friend because of a stupid mistake. yea, my mistake, but still, you shouldn't be overreacting like that." So I'm on a roll now, and I said some things that I am not going to repeat on here, for her benefit. But I'll tell you this. I gave the example of overreaction of when I yelled at her and Megan for wearing skinny jeans and not telling me. Then I repeated a secret she told me and I told her to go...(this is exactly how I said it) f Keith. Keith is the guy she's been in like love with for a long time now. She got so annoying obsessing about it! Ask anyone! So I get this text back saying not to text Brooke anymore, so I'm guessing she showed her mom and that that was her mom texting me back. So I just said okay, and then told my parents so they didn't think I was hiding anything.
So I'm sorry that was so long, but that's my most recent story. The only other thing that I have to share is that I went back out with Luke again, after a week I just wasn't feeling it, so I broke up with him. Oh, and Megan and I are talking again. She is really nice, and I hope that this time spent not talking is all we needed to become friends again.
Thank you for listening to my life.
Yours Truly,
SunnyShadow04
Ps. This is Brooke, the girl who told her mom and had her mom yell at me. She's been changing in ways that I don't like, such as smoking. She, in my opinion is a goth wannabe. And as you can see from this picture, she doesn't know what she wants. She seems to want to be goth becuase of the black lipstick, and then she looks like she wants to be french because of the hat. I'm sorry if this is a stereo type of french people, the whole hat thing, but thats why she wears it. Well, thats what she told me. So in my opinion, shes just a bad influence and I'm kind of glad we are no longer friends. Until she gets help, I want her out of my life. But my bad side is showing again, so I'm going to stop here.
Again, thanks for listening.
SunnyShadow04
About half of fifth grade passed, and my friend, Jessica, that I had known since I was three, but wasn't very close to, moved to my town. That means she had to go to my school. Jessica wasn't in any of my classes, forcing her to meet knew people on her own. One day, she called me over at lunch to eat with her and her knew friend. That friend, Megan, bacame my first best friend. Jessica, Megan, and me hung out that entire year at lunch, band, and anywhere we could during any free time we had. The summer was a little bit different. Jessica began to change, and Megan and I didn't like it. She always seemed depressed, or sad, and she became goth. So we went on our way, that summer, without Jessica, just Megan and me.
Megan and I continued to be best friends in sixth grade and the summer. In seventh grade, things changed. Megan met a knew girl, Brooke. I was jealous that she was talking to her more, and that she just left me in the dark. I tried to blow off Brooke, and make Megan pay attention to me. But I guess Megan was just done with me. She wasn't interested. So i changed my plan. I went for Brooke. Brooke took the bait. That's when we all became best friends. Or so it seemed.
Brooke was officeally the middle person. Megan was her friend, I was her friend, but Megan and I were worse than ever. I think thats when I made the dummest mistake of my life. Megan happened to text Brooke one night telling her that she was going to wear skinny jeans to school the next day. So when they came to school that next day, both in skinny jeans, they started laughing and carrying on like friends that had known each other forever. I asked what was going on and they said that they had both planned to wear skinny jeans to school. I was blown away. I thought that they were blowing me off. Times ten. I got so mad. I blew my top! I yelled at them, and they yelled at me. That night I yelled at Megan again. That was the end of it for us. But Brooke gave me a second chance.
Brooke was my second best friend. She was different, I mean really different. But that was okay. We started to hang out more and we talked about a lot of things. This was all happening in seventh grade. The summer came, and I kept mostly to myself. No good friends. That summer was the first time I did gymnastics during the summer session. Julia, a girl that goes to my school, was also in the summer session. We began to talk, and we became really good friends. She was my third and so far final best friend. I told her a lot of things, like gossip, and such. She never got mad at me, and she usually understood. When she didn't, she would voice her opinion, and I accepted that.
School started. Eighth grade was going to be great, I just knew it. As soon as school was running, and we were a few days in, Brooke and I started to hang out more. We regained that friendship that ended with seventh grade. We were best friends. Megan still hung out with Brooke, but the three of us never hung out at the same time. The year passed with so many different feelings, but it was still a great year. I had my first boyfriend, Luke, and my first enemy, Jade. Jade was extremely mean to me, and yet I still don't know why. There was a talent show, in which I gathered up the courage to sing at, and after that, Jade was nice to me. Or at least to my face. But that didn't matter to me. Less drama. That was all I wanted. Luke came into my life repidly. We went out, and after two weeks and two days I freaked out. I didn't know what it was, but I just didn't want to go out with him. I broke up with him and he looked really hurt. I felt bad, but I knew I had done the right thing.
About then, Brooke started working on a project for the eighth grade. It was a slide show, with music, of everyone in the eighth grade. I started working on it, when I found out Brooke had done some bad things. One of those was that she smoked. I was very agrivated with her. So when her mom found out and she got grounded, I wasn't surprised. Since she was grounded, she couldn't stay after school to work on the video. So to my surprise, it was all up to me. I was so happy. I had done so much on the project already and it was so much fun! So I did the project mostly with the help of my teacher Ms. Nix.
While I was about halfway done with the project, I had a girl come up to me telling me that Brooke complained to her about the project. Brooke had said that it was her project because it was give to her first. But I guess Brooke just didn't realize that if I hadn't come in and taken over, the project wouldn't be as along as it was. Because she didn't have any time to stay and work on it and I did, the project was almost done! So I tried to forget about it, but she kept pushing. So I comfronted her, and she didn't like it.
Now the next event is where we are now. This is where I turn into the bitch. But I am on my bad week, and I was irritated with her already, and all these feelings right now just don't bring out the best in me. It brings out the worst in me, like i used to be. That I worked so hard to not be like that. So here it is...
Brooke sent out a mas text saying that she was ungrounded from her phone. It said to text her, with the little smiley face by it. I was going to ignore it, but then I thought about all of the things we've been through. And of course at the end of that, I recalled the last couple of incidents. So I made a huge mistake, and responded. I said, "noooo thanks." To that she responded "sorry, didn't mean to send this to you." I stupidly responded to that by saying, "good, and fyi...you didn't touch that video, I made the whole thing, so i hope you remember that your entire life and dont take any credit for it. It was all me!" I know that this was as mean as anything, but I was on the top of my emotions at that point and she had just made me very angry in the past few weeks. So she responded: "ok, I'll be sure to note that in my blog, and you should live your life knowing that you lost a friend because of a stupid mistake. yea, my mistake, but still, you shouldn't be overreacting like that." So I'm on a roll now, and I said some things that I am not going to repeat on here, for her benefit. But I'll tell you this. I gave the example of overreaction of when I yelled at her and Megan for wearing skinny jeans and not telling me. Then I repeated a secret she told me and I told her to go...(this is exactly how I said it) f Keith. Keith is the guy she's been in like love with for a long time now. She got so annoying obsessing about it! Ask anyone! So I get this text back saying not to text Brooke anymore, so I'm guessing she showed her mom and that that was her mom texting me back. So I just said okay, and then told my parents so they didn't think I was hiding anything.
So I'm sorry that was so long, but that's my most recent story. The only other thing that I have to share is that I went back out with Luke again, after a week I just wasn't feeling it, so I broke up with him. Oh, and Megan and I are talking again. She is really nice, and I hope that this time spent not talking is all we needed to become friends again.
Thank you for listening to my life.
Yours Truly,
SunnyShadow04
Ps. This is Brooke, the girl who told her mom and had her mom yell at me. She's been changing in ways that I don't like, such as smoking. She, in my opinion is a goth wannabe. And as you can see from this picture, she doesn't know what she wants. She seems to want to be goth becuase of the black lipstick, and then she looks like she wants to be french because of the hat. I'm sorry if this is a stereo type of french people, the whole hat thing, but thats why she wears it. Well, thats what she told me. So in my opinion, shes just a bad influence and I'm kind of glad we are no longer friends. Until she gets help, I want her out of my life. But my bad side is showing again, so I'm going to stop here.Again, thanks for listening.
SunnyShadow04
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