Dear Mother Nature,
I'm pretty sure that you stalk me, because everyday that I need to run, you decide that it's time for it to rain. I love you dearly, and if we can keep this going until next year, I'll hug every single tree I see.
Ahahahahaha
In another note, I GOT MY PLANE TICKET!!!!!
This makes me very excited. I go to Alaska on June 14 at 6:10. I get there at 10:43 at night. My brother is picking me up, and then we are driving an hour to Wasilla. How fun will that be? I'm trying to see if I can stay up all that night on the plane. I really truly hope that my insomnia kicks up that day. Then I wouldn't need to sleep, cause normally, I stay up till 4o or so.
Now that I think about it, I'll be way too excited to sleep.
I didn't get into yearbook, which I'm pretty mad about. She picked some of thee most uncreative people that applied. It shouldn't be about how great you're grades are, but whether or not that they can do the job right. She doesn't want the yearbook to look like crap.
I don't know, today was okay. Did okay in gym, which I thought was good. I hit my last good ball right when he told us to go inside. I was mad! I don't think I will be able to hit it again like that tomorrow. Grr you, stupid time.
Hopefully tomorrow is good. I want it to be nice.
28 more days of school; 34 days till I leave for home
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
I'm on a boat!
"I'm on a boat!"
That song suuuuucks.
I couldn't even make it through a minute of it! White guys shouldn't rap, unless you are Emenim. Ahahahaha! But seriously, it sucked. I don't know whether it was like, a joke, and please, if you know, tell me it is.
It's sad, really. I'm sure they would be somewhat better if they would, like, go into a different genre.
On another note, I almost wanted to cry today during the pep assembly. We raised 3,800 for Tyler and his heart transplant, and with being in middle school, I'm really happy. A bunch of teenagers pulled together, and raised money so they would have that much less for his family.
That song suuuuucks.
I couldn't even make it through a minute of it! White guys shouldn't rap, unless you are Emenim. Ahahahaha! But seriously, it sucked. I don't know whether it was like, a joke, and please, if you know, tell me it is.
It's sad, really. I'm sure they would be somewhat better if they would, like, go into a different genre.
On another note, I almost wanted to cry today during the pep assembly. We raised 3,800 for Tyler and his heart transplant, and with being in middle school, I'm really happy. A bunch of teenagers pulled together, and raised money so they would have that much less for his family.
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Opinions
I've got to say, moving hasn't been at all great for me. I always think about my life, and how much I loved it. I may have been a child, and many people tell me this, "You were little, and naive. You didn't know what was right for yourself."
I don't believe them, period. 2 years is not a long time. And I'm pretty much sure that what I felt 2 years ago, could never really change my love, my safety, when I was home.
To have an opinion it great! It truly is! But I've grown tired of people telling me what a crappy place Alaska is, everyone's depressed! no one cares! it's dirty! the people are mean!
When I think of a mean person, I don't think of an Alaskan. They are some of the nicest people in my opinion. They will wave at you when you drive by, or talk to you when you are both walking.
"Howzit going?"
"Fine, and yourself?"
"Pretty good."
In Boise, I'm lucky if I even get a wave, or, for that matter, eye contact. I'm lucky that the check out person will say, "Have a nice day!" or anything along those lines.
My family tells me that it's good here, and that we are treated right. At 13 years old, I can see that they are full of crap, and they know it. For Christ's sakes! My brother's friend were/are mad at him because he moved back up there; they didn't get it that he is happy. People don't like it that I tell them I'm not staying here after high school, which I get, but really, if it makes me happy, why would you care? Isn't a friendship about how you want the other person to be happy, and that distance doesn't matter?
Even the worst part that makes me hate it here? My friends by home, they really don't care how far I am. I still talk to most of my friends, and they still remember me; I love it. It makes me smile when I see someone I know on facebook, and that little pop goes off, and, normally, their first two lines are, "Sara! I've missed you!"
Even after a few years away, they still remember me. And it makes me happy. I just simply want to go home, and be with them, and go back to my normal life, with my friends, and going to the lake, and make utter fools out of myself. Going ice skating, and falling down, only to be helped up by a complete stranger, because only moments ago, they fell down, and someone helped them up; a chain reaction.
I don't know, these are some of my opinions, and I wanted to share them with you.
I don't believe them, period. 2 years is not a long time. And I'm pretty much sure that what I felt 2 years ago, could never really change my love, my safety, when I was home.
To have an opinion it great! It truly is! But I've grown tired of people telling me what a crappy place Alaska is, everyone's depressed! no one cares! it's dirty! the people are mean!
When I think of a mean person, I don't think of an Alaskan. They are some of the nicest people in my opinion. They will wave at you when you drive by, or talk to you when you are both walking.
"Howzit going?"
"Fine, and yourself?"
"Pretty good."
In Boise, I'm lucky if I even get a wave, or, for that matter, eye contact. I'm lucky that the check out person will say, "Have a nice day!" or anything along those lines.
My family tells me that it's good here, and that we are treated right. At 13 years old, I can see that they are full of crap, and they know it. For Christ's sakes! My brother's friend were/are mad at him because he moved back up there; they didn't get it that he is happy. People don't like it that I tell them I'm not staying here after high school, which I get, but really, if it makes me happy, why would you care? Isn't a friendship about how you want the other person to be happy, and that distance doesn't matter?
Even the worst part that makes me hate it here? My friends by home, they really don't care how far I am. I still talk to most of my friends, and they still remember me; I love it. It makes me smile when I see someone I know on facebook, and that little pop goes off, and, normally, their first two lines are, "Sara! I've missed you!"
Even after a few years away, they still remember me. And it makes me happy. I just simply want to go home, and be with them, and go back to my normal life, with my friends, and going to the lake, and make utter fools out of myself. Going ice skating, and falling down, only to be helped up by a complete stranger, because only moments ago, they fell down, and someone helped them up; a chain reaction.
I don't know, these are some of my opinions, and I wanted to share them with you.
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