Okay.
Decided not to edit.
Here is since Thursday:
Thursday:
FirstDayOfSchool. </3
We had all eight classes that day.
I got lost.
Heh.
So I went to IPC a period early and when I was supposed to go to IPC I went to English and was like, [********? I'm not on the roll." I raise my hand. "Mr. Lee, you didn't call my name." He looks up from his papers. "Oh, I think you're in next class." Gee. Thanks. Get up. Get my stuff and go. I go to History and am like: "Okay, am I in this class or did I get the schedule wrong again?" Mr. Houle walks over and asks what my name is. "Julie <lastname>." He kind of half-smiles. "You were supposed to be here last period." Shoot. Knew it. I go to IPC and ask if I can sit in for History. He says yes, I go.
I kind of like Mr. Houle, he's funny. But History is still boring me to tears... unfortunately..
Friday:
I felt so incredibly stupid today. Really.
I was in Art and Mrs. Ruthie was talking/lecturing and kept glancing at the boy next to me who was drawing. The look that was like, 'You're gonna get in troubbblee.' I decided to tap him on the shoulder. I said, "Pay attention." Stupid. So stupid. Because he turned to his friend and told him. Then his friend said really loud, "She said that?" So embarrassed. So embarrassed. I wanted to say that I was only trying to keep him from getting into trouble but I decided against it. I scooted closer to Rachel and absorbed myself in my pinch pot. Which, by the way, turned out pretty badly.
So my mom has been bugging me to earn some money for the past... two months. So she's advertising for me. Tonight I had my first babysitting gig. It was for Matthew [emo kid-in-training] and Morgan [his sister]. Now he isn't so emo when he's running around naked, bossing his sister around, and throwing temper tantrums. Okay, layout of the evening:
Arrive at eight.
Play board games till eight-thirty.
Movie time. I lose track of time till ten.
Shitshitshit.
Rush off to get the kids to bed.
They won't go to bed. Bargain with them. Bride them with a snack. It basically works. They won't go to bed till they brush their teeth. Such good kiddies. I can't find the toothpaste. Dammit. I call their mom twice. After not reaching her either times I decide to call my mom. She tells me to have them brush their teeth with water then tell them to brush their teeth first thing in the morning. They do it.
Now... Story time. One for each. Each with commentary from both kiddos.
Finally at eleven they're asleep and I have the house to myself.
And what do I do?
I fall asleep on the sofa.
Saturday:
Day of Alan's Bar Mitzvah.
I'm sleeping until ten and mom wakes me up. "Get up!!!" Okay okay. I get up and dress in jeans. She yells at me. "Get ready for Synagogue!!!" Okay! I get all prettied up and go. We go and when my mom is getting out of the car she slips and falls! She claims she's okay but I don't believe her. I want her to get an x-ray but she thinks I'm overreacting. I probably am but that was a bad fall...
So I see Mauria there and I sit with here and around ten minutes till the end I go back to my parents. Eat. Leave.
I fall asleep an hour before the party and mom wakes me up four minutes till. I try my best to wake myself up and go because my mom is whining about how it took her an hour to get ready. I really don't want to go. But since she hurt herself... Sigh.
I stick with my like 3rd cousin twice removed remarried five times something like that. Around an hour in I get bored so I call Leila. Talk about how I'm bored then tell her about the Cd's that are on the tables. They're so... ugh.
She tells me to read the artists. And of course, the first artist is... "From First to Last." I swear, she screams so loud my hearing goes out for a second. Then she wants me to go and tell him she like loves him putting that on there or something like that. No. Nonononono. She whines. Fine. Whatever. I go and do it. He then stares at me like I'm just such a freak. Thanks Leila.
His sister performs.
His "band" performs. Uh. His voice isn't very good...
I'm tired.
I leave.
Apparently there was some X-rated comedy act for parents-only at eleven. Boo. I would've wanted to go. My mom thinks I'd be poisoned.... Uhhhh huuuuhh.
Sunday:
Went to see Accepted with Cara and Sarah. Fun movie. <3
But Cara had to be critic-ish and say something like: "It fuels on the teenage need for rebellion." C'mon, just enjoy the movie.
We then went shopping. I bought Back to Basics. That's Christina Aguilera's new CD. [By the way, her name is in my spell checker.] It's really good. I like it a lot. But of course when Cara and Sarah saw it they just raised their eyebrows and said "Christina Aguilera?" Like I was buying poison. Don't knock till you tried it. Or... listened to it.
I also bought your birthday present Leila. I'm gonna wrap it tonight. And your second gift which I'm keeping a secret.
Monday:
I seriously hate my school.
It's like torture going there everyday.
All the classes I have that are worth a s**t are boring as hell.
All the other classes have ignorant teachers who only took the job to pay off the bills. They don't know a thing.
I don't gain anything social out of it. Nobody there really likes me, they pretend to but they're all so fake. I was in History today and Dani said that, "I don't have any friends anymore. They all replaced me with Leanna." To Steven. If she's telling the truth that's just extremely sad. What kind of friends that you've known since elementary school replace you with a ditz like Leanna?
God I hope none of my friends now would do that.
I'd never be able to stop thinking about it.
The only things I enjoy now are talking with the friends I do have on the phone, AIM, etc. Writing. And music.
This may sound eternally sappy but please don't roll your eyes.
I have no ******** clue where I'd be without any of you.
<3Julie
Decided not to edit.
Here is since Thursday:
Thursday:
FirstDayOfSchool. </3
We had all eight classes that day.
I got lost.
Heh.
So I went to IPC a period early and when I was supposed to go to IPC I went to English and was like, [********? I'm not on the roll." I raise my hand. "Mr. Lee, you didn't call my name." He looks up from his papers. "Oh, I think you're in next class." Gee. Thanks. Get up. Get my stuff and go. I go to History and am like: "Okay, am I in this class or did I get the schedule wrong again?" Mr. Houle walks over and asks what my name is. "Julie <lastname>." He kind of half-smiles. "You were supposed to be here last period." Shoot. Knew it. I go to IPC and ask if I can sit in for History. He says yes, I go.
I kind of like Mr. Houle, he's funny. But History is still boring me to tears... unfortunately..
Friday:
I felt so incredibly stupid today. Really.
I was in Art and Mrs. Ruthie was talking/lecturing and kept glancing at the boy next to me who was drawing. The look that was like, 'You're gonna get in troubbblee.' I decided to tap him on the shoulder. I said, "Pay attention." Stupid. So stupid. Because he turned to his friend and told him. Then his friend said really loud, "She said that?" So embarrassed. So embarrassed. I wanted to say that I was only trying to keep him from getting into trouble but I decided against it. I scooted closer to Rachel and absorbed myself in my pinch pot. Which, by the way, turned out pretty badly.
So my mom has been bugging me to earn some money for the past... two months. So she's advertising for me. Tonight I had my first babysitting gig. It was for Matthew [emo kid-in-training] and Morgan [his sister]. Now he isn't so emo when he's running around naked, bossing his sister around, and throwing temper tantrums. Okay, layout of the evening:
Arrive at eight.
Play board games till eight-thirty.
Movie time. I lose track of time till ten.
Shitshitshit.
Rush off to get the kids to bed.
They won't go to bed. Bargain with them. Bride them with a snack. It basically works. They won't go to bed till they brush their teeth. Such good kiddies. I can't find the toothpaste. Dammit. I call their mom twice. After not reaching her either times I decide to call my mom. She tells me to have them brush their teeth with water then tell them to brush their teeth first thing in the morning. They do it.
Now... Story time. One for each. Each with commentary from both kiddos.
Finally at eleven they're asleep and I have the house to myself.
And what do I do?
I fall asleep on the sofa.
Saturday:
Day of Alan's Bar Mitzvah.
I'm sleeping until ten and mom wakes me up. "Get up!!!" Okay okay. I get up and dress in jeans. She yells at me. "Get ready for Synagogue!!!" Okay! I get all prettied up and go. We go and when my mom is getting out of the car she slips and falls! She claims she's okay but I don't believe her. I want her to get an x-ray but she thinks I'm overreacting. I probably am but that was a bad fall...
So I see Mauria there and I sit with here and around ten minutes till the end I go back to my parents. Eat. Leave.
I fall asleep an hour before the party and mom wakes me up four minutes till. I try my best to wake myself up and go because my mom is whining about how it took her an hour to get ready. I really don't want to go. But since she hurt herself... Sigh.
I stick with my like 3rd cousin twice removed remarried five times something like that. Around an hour in I get bored so I call Leila. Talk about how I'm bored then tell her about the Cd's that are on the tables. They're so... ugh.
She tells me to read the artists. And of course, the first artist is... "From First to Last." I swear, she screams so loud my hearing goes out for a second. Then she wants me to go and tell him she like loves him putting that on there or something like that. No. Nonononono. She whines. Fine. Whatever. I go and do it. He then stares at me like I'm just such a freak. Thanks Leila.
His sister performs.
His "band" performs. Uh. His voice isn't very good...
I'm tired.
I leave.
Apparently there was some X-rated comedy act for parents-only at eleven. Boo. I would've wanted to go. My mom thinks I'd be poisoned.... Uhhhh huuuuhh.
Sunday:
Went to see Accepted with Cara and Sarah. Fun movie. <3
But Cara had to be critic-ish and say something like: "It fuels on the teenage need for rebellion." C'mon, just enjoy the movie.
We then went shopping. I bought Back to Basics. That's Christina Aguilera's new CD. [By the way, her name is in my spell checker.] It's really good. I like it a lot. But of course when Cara and Sarah saw it they just raised their eyebrows and said "Christina Aguilera?" Like I was buying poison. Don't knock till you tried it. Or... listened to it.
I also bought your birthday present Leila. I'm gonna wrap it tonight. And your second gift which I'm keeping a secret.
Monday:
I seriously hate my school.
It's like torture going there everyday.
All the classes I have that are worth a s**t are boring as hell.
All the other classes have ignorant teachers who only took the job to pay off the bills. They don't know a thing.
I don't gain anything social out of it. Nobody there really likes me, they pretend to but they're all so fake. I was in History today and Dani said that, "I don't have any friends anymore. They all replaced me with Leanna." To Steven. If she's telling the truth that's just extremely sad. What kind of friends that you've known since elementary school replace you with a ditz like Leanna?
God I hope none of my friends now would do that.
I'd never be able to stop thinking about it.
The only things I enjoy now are talking with the friends I do have on the phone, AIM, etc. Writing. And music.
This may sound eternally sappy but please don't roll your eyes.
I have no ******** clue where I'd be without any of you.
<3Julie
Community Member
(But since Lewis Black was in it it can't be ALL bad)
(I like Lewis Black)
I'm going to Snakes on a Plane on Saturday with Alex and Andy and Rose and we want you to come too. We might not have to sneak in if Rose can get her brother to take us.
Why are your classes so boring? None of my classes are boring. None of my classes were ever really boring. What sort of history are you taking? And what are you doing in IPC? We're doing a review of the chemistry section this year and it's good stuff. I like it.
At Bellaire, everyone fits in. That sounds cheesy, but it's pretty much true. Unless you suck completely. Then you might have a hard time. But you don't, so you won't. COME!