Senior year

I got to thinking the other day about life and next year and all the stuff I was going to buy for school..... But wait! I'm not going back next year! Yep, this is my last year and it makes me sad to think about that. After this year I won't be able to see a lot of my friends and most of my old friends from my old school. We will all be going our separate ways. But just as much as it makes me sad. It makes me happy too, because now we are finally going to really get to start our lives and make the best of it. It will be up to us to decide who and why we will be. Are you ready for it class of 2015?

People, please! If you work in a restaurante, don't lie to the people and tell them that a drink does not come with free refills when there is a sign right there on the table that says they do. That really makes me mad. If you are too lazy to fix a simple drink then don't work!!!!! Oh my gosh! Really?! That is the epitamy of stupidity! There I have had my little rang! Have a good day!

  So my sister was getting on my nerves one day so I quoted this to her and began to call her squishy. It annoyed her so bad and I thought it was so funny and I know that it was mean but sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. You see, she annoys me just as badly sometimes and cute, funny little things like this is the only way to make her stop. So someday try to find a cute little way to fight fire with fire instead of using really foul language and being mean. It may turn out to be the best thing that you can possibly do.

Washington, D.C.

So, I'm here in Washington, D.C. With a gorgeous view of the city from my room, and free wifi, compliments of the Sheraton Hotel since they screwed our reservations up. My visit has been anythjng but the best. We had to move to two hotels and the traffic is horrible. But then we got this hotel and free wifi and today (Monday) we got to tour the pentagon and our guide was the guy whose retirement we are attending tomorrow. I feel so excited to be able to spend all this time in the pentagon but I still feel like I am in the pit of all evil. But I'm having fun and able to see all the stuff that before I had only dreamed of seeing. It's all really eye opening. Especially when I am walking down the street on downtown Washington and see a truck plastered with posters calling for obama's impeachment. 

This really reminded me of Mrs. Ikner's opportunities that she always gave us. However, I didn't see them as opportunities. I saw them as torture! Lol but I wouldn't have traded time in that class for anything!

Alone.......

Sometimes this is how I feel; totally alone. Especially now that it's summer and I don't see as many people as I do during the school year. But yet, at the same time, I am thankful to be alone sometimes. It allows me time to think and plan out my next novel and plan for the future. But it also hurts to be alone too. 

I have a problem. Someone please help and respond!

I have a problem. It occurred to me at the beginning of the year that I would really like to join the Air Force. To be able to wear that uniform and fight for a greater cause has always kind of appealed to me but I never really gave it that much consideration until I got my ASVAB scores back. It was then that I truly realized that I just might be able to do it. Every since then though is where the problem comes in. I want to be in the Air Force so bad that my chest aches when I think about it, which is all the time, but I have times where I doubt that I could truly do it. I have some kind of joint problem where if I ever hurt something, the ligaments don't heal like they are supposed to. I have to do therapy to make them heal. But at the same time I know that if I were careful and didn't get hurt that I could get past the physical part. Plus the Air Force is more about intelligence too. I also know that I have low self esteem and that gets in the way sometimes and I keep trying to convince myself to just give up and go to college when I know that that is not what I want when I could be in the Air Force and go to college too. I also have the health problems but I feel they are a bit too personal to put on here. I just want to know thy someone thinks I can do it. I want someone to believe in me. I know that I am strong enough that I can withstand all the screaming and mind games because I put up with them almost everyday with my extended family anyways. What can make me sure that this is what my destiny is? Is it the ache that I have when I think about it or the fact that I can see myself in that uniform as a physical therapist in my minds eye? I need help! I'm screaming out for help!! I can't make up my mind.

Just thinking......

When I was in school, I looked forward to getting out for summer vacation so that I could do nothing but lay around and sleep. But now I'm finding that doing nothing is extremely boring, especially after the hectic year I just had. So I started working in my next novel, one I hope will turn out to be the best yet. It is the first in a series and is called Leap of Faith. Me and my friend Lauren have been swapping stories since we were in 6th grade and even she could tell that I was really excited about this one particular story. Someday I hope to even publish it and become a published author. That is one of my main goals, To become a published author. 

You cannot always blame someone else for your problems. Only you can make yourself happy.

Normal

What is normal? Is it being just like everyone else? Or is it being yourself? I am beginning to wonder just what normal is. Everyone in this world thinks so different and has different likes. For example, one person may like pink but another person hates pink but likes green. Or another example could be that one person thinks that the braves are the best team but someone else may prefer the Red Sox. What is normal. In my quest for normalcy I have finally concluded that there is no true normalcy. There is no true definition for the word normal. As Forest Gump says "stupid is as stupid does", but just change it and say "normal is as normal does". That is the best definition that one can give for normalcy. 

How cruel!

The other day, while watching a movie about World War Two, someone said something that struck me as cruel and heartless. In the movie, a young boy was experiencing his first time in combat. He was the ammunition boy and had just witnessed a boy from his outfit be killed, so naturally he was scared and hid for a short time. Well someone sitting behind me had been complaining about this boy and how lazy he was. But what he said next infuriated me. He said very loudly "I hope you die! I hope the Germans kill you!" I couldn't stop myself and I know I probably shouldn't have said anything but I turned around and said, " you know what, you've never been in a war. You don't know what it's like. I hope they ship you to Iraq." It made me so mad because all I could think about was if they can say that to a fictional character, then what's stopping them from saying it to a real person, someone who faces death for them. I can't believe they said it especially when I think of my two cousins, one who is already deceased and one who is about to he deployed and hope no one ever says that to my living cousin who is in the Marines. I hate it when someone says stuff like that especially because of deceased cousin.

The invisible people by Jennifer Jones

 Sooo describes how I feel most times!

Being artistic

As I watched my sister rehearse for her recital on Saturday, it hit me just how broad the term artistic can truly be. I mean, not only is it being able to draw, but it also includes many things such as being crafty, able to paint, or even good at riding horses. There are an infinite number of things that can be considered artistic so why limit yourself? If u think about it, even life is a genre of art in itself.