What has my life become?

It has been awhile my "diary," and since I have been away, there has been too much drama for my body to comprehend.

First of all, I lost a friend due to the causes of psychotic bitchiness

Second, people are starting to take sides

Third, I STILL haven't seen the new Star Wars

Fourth, the earlier mentioned psychotic bitch has crossed the line of acceptable bitchiness.

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 To start my story of how I named her the psychotic bitch, I will call her... Sarah.

You also need to know some background information to actually feel what I felt at the moment.

My best friend, lets call her Danielle, lost her mother about a year ago to pancreatic cancer. She was not only a mother to two biological daughters, I also thought of her as a mother to me, so her loss took a toll on a lot of people around her. Now, Danielle isn't too outspoken to people about this, but it has been hard on her for the past year, and she doesn't know what is happening to her mind and her body.

ONTO THE STORY!!!!!

So Danielle and I go to Starbucks all of the time, and we do invite people, but since we go all of the time we just allow people to ask if they can go with us. Literally, it is like we live there nowadays.

One day, we are at Starbucks with a study group when I decide to check my snapchat for a small break, and what I see on there enraged everyone at that table of 4 people.

Sarah posted three photos that she was done with "those hoes that never say hi anymore."

She has basically been dating everyman at our school, and when she does she doesn't talk to us. ALSO, when we do invite her she either makes it clear that she doesn't want to come or she is busy with a guy. We just stopped inviting her.

My friends, being the stupid ones, decide to post some vague f-you on their story also.

At the end of the night, we were basically not friends anymore.

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In a couple of weeks, my BEST friend came back from Mississippi for a day, and she was able to see us. We were planning something with her, and decided to invite Sarah, but of course she couldn't make the time to get over her petty self and come say hi to her, to the girl we see at most twice a year. That day we learned that she called Danielle "the worst" and another friend that was at the study group "bitch," but we also learned that she doesn't mind me that much, and only feels awkward to talk to me because I am close friends with the other two girls.

*** WARNING (some soap opera shit is about to go down)***

Just the other day, she decides to rant on snapchat yet again. Because she has obviously learned that the answer to all of her problems is to rant about people who are not following her. As the only one currently following her, I was the person who saw this. Apparently Danielle smiled at her in the hallway because they made eye contact.

She was saying "why do you think that since you haven't talked to me in weeks you can just smile at me," and stuff like that.

THAT isn't even the end of it.

At the end of her last rant she had the f*cking guts to say "I hope your mom is proud of you."

We call her up, and it is confirmed that it is about Danielle. Danielle is on the verge of an anxiety attack, sobbing so much she can't even breathe anymore.

The next thing Sarah said to me personally, "oops. I said it, but I meant it"

"she wants to live a life people would be proud to look at.

My question for Sarah is, why do you think that people will look up to you for that? Do you honestly think that mentioning someone's passed mother is okay? Do you think your parents, future children, your friends, or your siblings would be proud of not only that but also losing your virginity in the back of a mini cooper, or even stealing one of your friend's crushes when they looked to you as a confidant. Does your best friend even know that you make fun of him for being your best friend when he isn't around.

What Danielle did wasn't being two-faced, what you are currently doing to yourself is two-faced.

You need to grow up, and look how people see you. You need to know that people have sensitive feelings, and it isn't bad to be "all up in your feelings."

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Not only that, but apparently she is also going through a Britney  Spears phase, and shaved one tiny block of their hair, and wants to shave it completely off.

I also recently found out that she blocked me on all social media for pointing out what she is doing, and for trying to help her look better in the eyes of society.

So, whatever. I tried, and tried; I just can't do it anymore.

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Rant. Over.

She was a really outgoing person.

In this class we have, that is really unnecessary, we had to make a telling statement into a paragraph that showed what exactly happened. So, I am here today, with nothing to post... WHAT A BETTER TIME!!!!!

Now it isn't the best thing in the entire world, but it is something that made my own mother gasp at my new 'abilities' at my writing... apparently she hasn't seen it in awhile. So... here it goes.

(the said telling statement is the title of this post FYI)

Standing across the room, I hear the sounds of Janell’s rambunctious laughter.  With her shining, crystal blue eyes, anyone can easily tell that she is in her element. Bouncing from person to person like a frog jumping on lily pads, Janell creates a wake of smiling people, people that were not smiling beforehand. With their faces instantly brighter, Janell accomplishes her number one mission, to make complete strangers more enthusiastic. When she shares her favorite story, her new companions instantly connect, feeling the same emotions as she at the time. Not even two minutes later, people begin to crowd around her; some eager friends even leave conversations unfinished just to be apart of the spectacle. Being extroverted becomes her superpower in social settings, and I can't help but envy that a little.

WE WHAT?

DUDES! OUR BAND GOT SECOND PLACE IN A HUGE COMPETITION!!!!!!!


BY LESS THAN TWO POINTS!!!!!! (which does piss me off a bit)

Our band director was finally proud of us, which she is sometimes, but she was beaming. And it wasn't the pregnancy hormones either.

The band hasn't ranked higher than third in her years of teaching, which isn't her fault, the shows have never been that good tbh.

AND I WAS A PART OF IT!!!!!!

Not only that, but the competition is the first one ever indoors... like, what?

We also were a part of Arkansas history!!!!

WHAT?!?!?!?!

To sum this post up, I am super proud of the band, the directors, and the grand champions of the competition! AHHHHHHHHHH! FEELS!!!!!!!!

The Fresh Australian

So if any of you guys have heard of Joshua Burgh, ISN'T HE AMAZING!?!?

And if you HAVEN'T heard of him, go look him up RIGHT NOW!!!!

This Australian singer will BLOW YOUR MIND!

His hair, hat, guitar, and voice are the freshest of the fresh, and I just want to see him live and tell him in person! 

But alas... I cannot. 

One of the main reason's why, is because I do not live in Australia. I actually live in the United States which is quite a bit away, if you didn't know. 

This absolutely sucks because I have the need to see him live and in person.. but I do not have money, or a plane ticket to Australia to fix this. 

Anyways! You need to watch him, fall in love with him, and support him just like I do!

HE NEEDS TO BE THE NEXT BIG THING!!!!!!

My one true imaginary love

Here is something everyone needs to know

I think I have a crush on this guy who works at Tropical Smoothie...

I don't get crushes... but guys... this boy is sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooCUTE! Like, Oh my god. 

It wouldn't be weird if I wasn't so much younger than him.

Now, I don't know for sure how old he actually is, but he has already graduated high school while I have just entered my Sophomore year. So, if he was to ever actually ask me out, I would have to say no because it is really not acceptable.

I also would say no because I would probably use him for his ability to drive more than anything. Lets be honest. I don't have a car for me to even be able TO drive... I need someone to drive me places. 

But that's beside the point. 

He is cute, he is nicest person, and he gives me cookies. 

YEAH, you read me! HE GIVES ME A FREE COOKIE EVERY TIME I GO THERE!!

And it isn't even what he does to just any girl. He really isn't a manwhore from what I have observed. 

I was there for about an hour one summer day, and about three girls and guys came up, ordered their smoothie, and received their smoothie... he never gave, or even offered, anyone a cookie.

Who even knew that TSC sold cookies? What the heck?  

.......he also remembered that my favorite cookie to eat was a chunky chocolate chip from a past conversation.  

My first time seeing him, he held three conversations with me. And it was the best three conversations of my life tbh. 

Well the three I enjoyed the most. 

Anywho, I have come to the decision that he is my one and only imaginary special someone. And yes, I am sad that I know that I will never be with him, I am also in bliss with staying in my very unpopulated imaginary city/world. 

Any special stories of your own imaginary boyfriend. Or maybe an imaginary boyfriend turned real boyfriend???? Or vise versa

Tommy

In class a couple weeks ago, we had to make poetry based off of a certain sentence structure. If you need to know anything about me, you need to know that I LOVE poetry. Like, I can't get enough of it. 

It was Thursday, and that day for some reason, my PMS was out of control. My moods were swinging faster than a kid on a swing set. So, at this particular moment making poetry, I was super depressed for some reason...

WARNING... I almost starting crying when writing it. So please! No harsh comments... this is one of my favorite pieces of writing. 

Without further ado... my long awaited poem:

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Since Timmy can't travel on his own,

I carried him across the old cobblestone street.

To bring him peace in spite of his inner battle

To make him feel alive with his body fighting against him

To force his mind to think about his happiness

To allow him to feel above the clouds

To grant him his last happy memory until the treatment 

Finally, Tommy closed his eyes and slept. 

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So it wasn't really that sad, and probably didn't bring you any emotions. But, I like it. Whatever. 

Science Teachers

Background info: My science teacher is one of the weirdest people. He has the weirdest pets in his classroom, like he has some geckos, and even a gerbil! He also said that fruit are basically ovaries, and brought out a Simply Orange drink bottle, taped a piece of paper on the word orange, and wrote ovaries. So it read, "Simply Ovaries."

Anyways, to the story! I was sitting and taking notes, the four pages of notes that he will have a test on tomorrow, and all of the sudden I felt something crawl on my foot!

So I freak out and I raise my hand. He calls on me, not using my real name of course but I am too scared to correct him, and I casually tell him that "There's a turtle on my foot."

Being the jerk that he is, he jokingly freaks out and yells, "WHAT?! NOT AGAIN!!" He began to hobble, yes he hobbled, over to my desk, picked up the turtle, put it in a cardboard box, and then continued on with the lesson.