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HAPPY THANKSGIVING EVERYONE!! AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! HAVE AN AWESOME DAY!!

Gramr be God

Since the moment of my conception, my mother has been correcting my grammar. One specific time I have in mind is when I came home from school really excited to tell my mom something really fun that I had done with Savy.
"Mom!" I cried, "Me and Savy-"
"No!" my mother cried. "Savy and I! It's Savy and I!!"

Here's what I want to know. Why does "I" have to have more fun than "me"? Huh? Answer me that.

HAPPY (belated) BIRTHDAY!!!

I am very happy to say that exactly 5 days ago last year my blog was born. Yeah, I know I'm a whole 5 days late, but hey, I've got homework to do.

Awww! Memories! Me and my little seventh grade self typing away at my computer, explaining the title of my blog! And then my weird (and embarrassing) obsession with... who was it? Oh yeah! Tom Felton! I remember that! Ha!

Wow. This is weird. I think now I'm starting to process the fact that I am in eighth grade. Whoa. Creepy. Ohmigosh I'm so OLD! This is totally weird. When I was in seventh grade I absolutely hated most of the eighth graders. Now I'm in eighth grade and there's no-one to hate! I'm at the top of the whole freakin food chain! This is awesome!

Anyway, I was planning to write something really funny for my blogs first birthday, but hey, I've got homework to do.

Ha Ha Health!

In our school there is a very strange tradition(Yes, there ARE many, so just shut up so I can tell you which one it is! Jeez.). At the end of every day we must write down three things that we learned that day. We do this on whatever scrap of material that our teacher feels like shoving at us. I can understand the "whoever they are" doing that sort of thing for first graders. In first grade I had functional memory enough to remember what I had learned. Also, I was probably enthusiastic about learning in first grade, so I was most likely happy to write it down. But in EIGHTH grade? Seriously? Do they honestly expect 13 and 14 year olds living in New York City to be enthusiastic about LEARNING? Or to have room in their brains to even remember anything about what they learned that day, besides learning that the person they like is going out with someone? This is really the sort of thing that makes you wonder how the people who thought of this ended up in charge of the education of minors.

I would also like to share a HILARIOUS experience I had because of these end of the day jots. We were in health class doing our beloved jots, and I was pointing out random things to a friend of mine sitting next to me. The last thing I said must have been pretty weird, because she laughed and wrote down as her final jot-
"My friend Casey sees things"
The next day, our health teacher pulled my friend aside and held up her jot. Ms. health teacher (whatever her name is) looked over her shoulder and asked
"In this jot, are you talking about Miss Casey Davis?!" in a horrified manner.

Now there are 2 choices that my friend could have made at this point. She could have, in all seriousness, nodded and said that she just wanted to find help for me. That is what I would have done. Or, she could have laughed incredibly hard and told Ms. Health Teacher that I was just being an idiot and she had nothing else to write. That is what she did. BORING!

Anyway, I just thought it was kind of funny that Ms. Health Teacher actually thought that I was schizophrenic. Ha! Old people.

You Make Me Laugh

Guess what! Someone whose opinion I value very highly thinks that one of my posts is funny! My dear friend Anonymous informed me of this in the form of a comment about my most recent post, "8th Grade. Fun fun fun." The following is an exact quote.

"anonymous said...
this post was funny"

Thank you my cherished Anonymous! Because you have informed me of this, I can now rest peacefully, for my life's work is done. I now have your approval, so I can now die with a happy heart, knowing that you think ONE of my posts is funny. Thank you. You have made my life complete.

8th Grade. Fun fun fun.

So I'm back in school. And this time it's for 8th grade. I have several things to say about this. Number one, wait, um, I forgot what I was going to say. Oh well. Your loss. But you know what 8th grade means? Yeah, I don't either.

I reckoned it wouldn't be too bad, you know? As long as I didn't accuse anyone of having acne I might survive. But guess what? We got NEW TEACHERS. Honestly, as if they didn't learn their lesson last year, in 7th grade. This year we have a new...

1) Math Teacher
2) Health Teacher
3) ELA Teacher
4) Spanish Teacher

That's just not a good move. New teachers are...NEW. Should they really be replacing teachers NOW? I don't think that 8th grade is a very good time to be changing things, do you? Do you know why? If you're (let's see if I can put this politely...) OLDER than you definitely know why. But if you're my age, do you know why?
Yeah, me neither. Oh well.

Movie Reviews!

I would randomly like to share with you the three -I mean, four- best movies in the world. I do not care if you disagree with me, because if you do you are wrong. Ok, so here they are... The Bourne Identity, The Bourne Supremacy, The Bourne Ultamatum, and The Dark Knight. The following are my movie reviews.

Bourne Movies
Well, all the Bourne movies are pretty much the same. Matt Damon running around doing a lot of awesome things and getting chased by CIA people who like killing people. Don't get the wrong idea. I absolutely LOVE seeing Matt Damon run around (heh heh heh). I also think that all three of them are fantastic movies. Just saying that all three of them are kind of similar. Just a little bit.

The Dark Knight
This movie was as dark as night, and about twice as long. It was INCREDIBLE, absolutely MESMERIZING. Unfortunately there were no hot guys who immediately come to mind, but I found that the guy with the long stringy mustache to be very attractive... Just kidding!!! Anyway it was an awesome movie.

Wow, my movie reviews are actually kind of lame. Kind of really lame. I'm not really saying anything. But hey, isn't that what my blog is all about?

Shallow vs. Deep

You know how in books they always say that people sigh deeply? For example,
"She sighed deeply after some very touching thing happened to her." or maybe
"He thought of the very fat girl and pictured her slipping on a wet sidewalk. Then he sighed deeply."
So I was thinking, what about SHALLOW sighing? I mean, do you sigh shallowly when you're thinking about yourself? For example:
"She sighed shallowly, wondering what she would wear at the party." or
"His sigh was shallow, because he was wondering what would happen if the fat girl fell on him."
I was just thinking, you know, in case any of the millions of famous authors who read my blog wanted to know any new words. So, um, there you go.

Here in the Wild Wild East. I mean, West.

So, here I am in Utah. For vacation. Yep. Here I am. Everything's great out here. Oh,and guess what? There are MOUNTAINS here. And TREES. And HOUSES. Let me tell ya, Utah is NOTHING like New York City. And everything would be perfect except for the fact that NO-ONE LOVES ME.
That's right, I said it. NO-ONE. Wanna know how I know? I have been in Utah for the past 4 days and nobody from New York has either texted, emailed, or called me. That's right, I'm on to you. All of you!
And guess what? Utah is probably the most boring place in existence. I figured that as long as I didn't threaten anyone with caffeine (haha) I would be all right. You want to know WHY it's the most boring place in existence? I'll tell ya why. Because the girls and boys of Salt Lake City only talk about one thing. Each other. Lemme tell ya, it gets pretty annoying. At times I was tempted to just scream,
"Go do some homework!"
Because, really, do you not have anything better to do? Jeez lu freakin eez people. Grow up!
Anyway, it's alright out here. But I can't wait to get back to the city that never sleeps. I can't wait to see drug dealers at every corner, to be yelled at by old people, and to hear sirens more than I hear "Go clean your room."
Man, I cannot wait.

I'm It!

Guess what! I've been tagged! And guess what else!? I have absolutely no idea what that means! At least, I didn't about five minutes ago. Now I know, because after I wrote that I did a little research. Apparently, being tagged in the world of blogging means that you have to write down six weird things about yourself. Heh heh. That shouldn't be too hard.

1) Let's see, number one. Hmmmm... Aha! I suffer from an extreme case of Coulrophobia. (Ha ha! I know a big word you don't know!!)In case you don't know, coulrophobia means fear of clowns. Some people, when I tell them this, laugh and say I'm the weirdest person in the world. I don't think it's THAT weird. Think about it. Clowns are really scary. The reason that I in particular am terrified of clowns is because my *cough* LOVING AUNTS *cough* showed me the movie "I.T" when I was about 5 or 6 years old. The movie "I.T" is about a killer clown that kills a bunch of really young kids in freakish ways and then haunts the older siblings of his victims. I have no idea what my LOVING AUNTS *cough, cough* were thinking when they showed me that movie. *Shudders as memories come back to haunt me*

2) I attract bad luck. My friend Savy knows this, as does every kid who has ever hung out with me. My teachers tend to look at me, observe my sense of humor for a second or two, then decide that I'm trouble. It does not help that Savy is my friend. (Savy, in case you're reading this, I want you to remember how much you really love me *adorable and innocent smile*) Savy is one of those really GOOD girls who is always quiet. From the teacher's point of view. Whenever she talks in class, the teacher is looking the other way. However, when I talk when I shouldn't, my teacher is somehow always RIGHT THERE!!! and I get in trouble. *mumbles incoherently to self* My friends also say I'm a blonde stuck in a brunette's body. I happen to be the clumsiest person alive. I was in a show recently, and while the main character was giving one of his winning lines, I knocked down a really big prop that was leaning on a wall backstage. (My mom was reading over my shoulder and she laughed really loudly and said "That was you!?!" Grrrr...)

3) I thought it would be fun to make this blog. That... pretty much covers it.

4) My favorite pastime during school is locating someone who is not looking at me (preferably someone close) and making a weird face at them until they make eye contact with me. You'll never know how truly enjoyable this is until you try it. I've gotten the most satisfying reactions from this. Most of the time I just burst out laughing from their responses. It's hilarious. I know, charming, isn't it?

5) I am capable of talking about anything, at anytime, and at any place. I am also very prone to outbursts, meaning if my teacher says something that I can turn into a joke, I tend to just say it. It's... not exactly a good thing... but I've got a lot of good stories out of it. I really don't think before I act. It gets kinda maddening to even me sometimes.

6) I have a different personality for every single place I go. Let me give you the list. At my acting class, I'm very uptight and brooding. At church I tend to be very loose and cheerful. Here, on my blog, I'm myself. At least, I think so. I'm not quite sure who my "myself" is. At school, I'm everything. Some people actually think I suffer from Bipolar disorder. But they also think I'm suffering from OCD, ADD, and pure insanity. So, you know. Whatever.

Yay!! All finished! Now, I'm gonna look for something to do that is completely pointless and has nothing to do with my life or the life of anyone else I know.

I'm BAAAAACK!!

How long has it been since I've written?! Probably months! I apologize to all my friends and family members who have had to survive without my beautiful and profound writing. See, my last post was kinda depressing, so whenever I logged on to my blog I saw it, got depressed all over again, and I logged out. I know, kinda pathetic. But here I am, practically kissing my computer because I've missed my blog far more than I thought I did. So, back to business. OOOOH!! Anticipation!!!

Alright people! I have a song to make fun of this time! I know, kind of a big step for me, but I'm hoping this will be pretty good. Seriously though, a warning to any child under the age of... let's say eleven. Great, now that all warnings are out of the way, I can make fun of something other people love. YAY!!

So there's this song called, I'm not making this up, "U + UR hand". Equals what? About one-sixteenth of your body? I guess that the singer was sitting down one day, and said "Hey, let's abbreviate the title of this song. All the kids are doing it these days!" But lady, don't you think that's going a little overboard? But you know, whatever. That's just another thing to poke fun at. So, here's the problem. Below is the chorus.

I'm not here for your entertainment!
You don't really wanna mess with me tonight
Just stop and take a second.
I was fine before you walked into my life
Cause you know it don't work,
Before it begins.
Keep your drink just gimme the money!
It's just you and your hand tonight!

So it's obvious that she's a prostitute (did I spell that right?). So, is it even possible that she's not there for their entertainment? Also, the rest of the song is about how she's in some club, getting drunk and dancing. And yet, somehow she manages to spew out this profound message that will without a doubt affect the lives of young girls everywhere. How'd you swing that?

YEAH!! THAT FELT SO GOOD!! Oh baby, it is soooo good to be back!!

Who is MY inspiration?

I dunno. I guess I wondered if I had an inspiration after I read my friend's blog. She dedicated an entire post to her inspirations and heros in life. I felt pretty shallow while reading that post. That I hadn't cared enough about someone other than myself to write a post thanking them for living. So I've been searching for deep and profound quotes by famous people,and I couldn't really find anyone. Well, I got really depressed about that. All quiet and sad. But I'm still looking. Who makes me want to be like them and makes me feel good when I look at them? Man, now I'm all depressed. I'll write really soon. Hugs and Kisses to all.
*Sighs and lowers head back into depths of hell.*