There are Bears and Spiders

NOW. Life,so far, has been okay. There have been ups, and downs, mostly ups lately which is nice. And whoever keeps saying that being a teenager is easy doesn't understand what it's like to be constantly thinking about one person, and not being able to focus on anything else. Well, except for when it came to first period, Spencer, writing a murder story is quite entertaining. And it took my mind off you. For about not very long. There's always that one person who you can't stop thinking about, and when you think about them you get butterflies and it's like you're falling in love over and over again everyday. I love it :) Being in love is like its, kinda like a drug you never need to buy, that you can't sell, and you would never give up. Wait... That's a terrible analogy. Oh well, anyone who's been in love understands what I'm talking about :) 

Sunday Morning.

Well, this morning sure has been pretty interesting. Dad took us out to breakfast, and we all put ourselves into a stomach coma. And, for me, I put my tummy into a sodium coma, with my salt infested hashbrowns. Which, were fanstastic! My story is coming along. Well. . . Sort of. If you count writing five parts of one plots(well, two, I'll explain later) all at once. Fun right? Particularly when you keep getting creative block and it REFUSES to fuck off. On the brighter-ish side of things, school started on thursday, and it wasn't too bad. I don't have any crazy ass teachers like Ms. Schroeder (said shray-der fucking weird I know) well, as far as I can tell. I mean, we've only had two days of school so far. As soon as I see any noticeable craziness I shall tell you. I found my new favorite Maroon 5 song! Well, two. The first is called Sunday Morning, and yes, I listened to it this morning. The second is Must Get Out. And I love these two songs. Because, well, they're great! And, for a while today and yesterday if I remember right, I had their song Nothing Lasts Forever  stuck in my head, and for the longest time I couldn't remember the name of the song, until I was doing dishes today. Too bad I don't have the song. I would definitely be listening to it right now. Oh! I got Dad to put my account back up on the computer. Which is nice. Now I don't have to spam Meghann's account with my pictures and meme's and funniness. Or my music. I got a bunch of new Maroon 5 yesterday, and in a fit of trying to make everything work, I accidentally deleted Misery and Makes Me Wonder from my mp3 player, and when I noticed I almost cried. Because those are on my list of favorites. I also found out that I have no idea where my french-english dictionary went. Which. Really sucks. That book didn't cost much but, I like to use it to try and learn french on my own(and I have failed terribly, I only know a couple french phrases and words). Sundays suck. (Refer to my very first post) But, so far, today hasn't been that bad. I have new music. And I can write, and think of Spencer and text him, and text Madi, and Kecia, and Ann, and peoples. I have to say, on the song Sunday Morning it has an amazing piano bit, and I want to learn how to play that part. And, if I go to Ann's often enough I'm sure that I shall learn it in no time. Besides, I need to go over there for Geometry. I really don't feel like taking a school math class. Learning geo with Ann would be so much more fun. Or, have Spencer help me with it. Maybe I'll be able to pass the HPSE. That sounds really ominous right? Yeah, I know. Besides, if I don't have Ann help me with biology, then I'm literally, fucked over. Because, the science HSPE is on Biology. And. . . I'm taking Horticulture. Because, growing plants sounds awesome, and the CBA for that class is really cool. I can't remember the real name of it, but, it's really cool. You can landscape someone's yard, or make a wedding flower arrangement or whatever. I'm thinking of doing a wedding flower arrangement. Mostly, cause I know that I can add ivy (not poison ivy, the kind that grows on trees n stuff) and have it wrap around the vases and have it look b-e-a-utiful. Plus, the people who live up the street grow tons of flowers and would probably totally help me, and let me have some of their flowers. Granted, if I let them have the project after it's graded and stuff. I'm thinking of using real ivy instead of fake ivy, though fake ivy would be easier to work with. Oh well, I'm a dreamer. But, at least I know that I can accomplish my dreams. No matter what Dad or Mom or anyone else says. :)