Drama with a Girl and Season Finale of Doctor Who

Hey guys! Andrew here! I’ve decided, for right now, that I probably won’t be posting daily about my life. Reasons are time issues, business, etc. So, I guess I’ll update on a few days after awhile so I can re-coop and feel like posting another long post. Because according to the survey on the side of my blog, people have voted me to either post normally sized posts or REALLY LONG posts. So I shall deliver! Song/video for today is a song called Satisfaction by Benny Benassi except remixed by RL Grime. Instead of expecting a “dubstep” remix, expect something different. The genre the song is being remixed into is a genre called “trap music”. Something I’m growing very fond of. Almost more than dubstep. So enjoy! 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDMIIQVdU-g

So, the past couple of days since I haven’t posted have been quite dramatic. I confessed my feelings to the girl I like, she confessed her feelings back, we went to church with each other and our friends, I got to go experience the high-school church (awesome of course), and watched the season finale for season 2 in Doctor Who. All of course will be explained in longer paragraphs. But, in the meantime, let’s begin with the basic drama love story I’m getting here. Before we begin, though, I must warn you that I will not reveal the name of the girl I like and I am socializing with since I have not received approval to do so and since that is private unless she is okay with that. So I’ll just refer her as “Beautiful E”. Sounds weird, but when you get her name you’ll understand what I mean. Okay! Let’s begin.

So, there’s this girl. Beautiful E. She’s a Christian. At least that’s how I knew her when I first met her in church. It all started out when I went to Walking Wisely Weekend with my friend to Gwinnett Church instead of North Point. I was kind of risking the choice to go there instead of North Point. Reason why I chose to go to Gwinnett. The only reason. Was that Michael was going. Otherwise both churches were bad; full of stinky, showing-off sport jockeys or stupid, annoying nerds. Michael was the ONLY reason I went to Gwinnett Church for Walking Wisely Weekend. It was the best decision of my life. So far. When I went there I made many friends and made a clear image for myself. I was the lady’s man. Wonder why? Well, it all started when my friend Noah at Gwinnett Church was there with Michael and I. He’s a nice guy. Very formal and respective. Almost to a point of being a goody-too-shoes. Otherwise he was good and great and he was my friend. He was trying to communicate with some girls on the bus (we rode on a bus from the church to our homes on Walking Wisely Weekend). All of the girls gave him the “eww” look if you know what I mean. He got frustrated and then I overheard him. I told him “I’ll show you how you talk to a girl.” I walked up to 6 random girls on the bus. At first, they were shocked by how confident I was when I approached them. But then they became more relaxed and I introduced myself to them. 4 out of 6 of those girls I introduced myself to are now my best friends. One of them was a girl named Mikayla. Pretty girl. But a very girly girl. Not my type exactly. But we were best friends either way. She brought a friend over on one of the weeks we went to church. That was Beautiful E. At first I did not find her so attractive. I was chill around her. I kind of wanted to sit next to Mikayla during the service but I did not want to appear as if I did not want to sit next to Beautiful E. So I just sat next to her reluctantly. Eventually a great friendship grew and so did a secret crush. Eventually I became so into her, every time I would arrive around a friend’s house all I would do was talk about Beautiful E. She was all of it. Pretty. Smart. Sarcastic (in humor). And a Russian Christian. Not much of that in the world.

Eventually, though, I made a decision. I wasn’t going to think about Beautiful E as much anymore because due to the past: every time I’ve exaggerated about a girl and how good she was and how much I liked her, that girl ended up to be wrong for me or just mean. I did not want that to happen. So I let it low. But then the more I met Beautiful E, the more feelings I felt for her. I was then growing the balls to ask her out. But then another thought bombarded my mind. Every relationship I had just because I “liked her” ended tragically and in the end we would never talk. I did not want that to happen. So after a couple of weeks of us just being friends. I eventually got a hold Beautiful E’s phone number from Mikayla. Beautiful E called me first, though. The first night she called, we talked for hours and hours straight until 3 o’clock in the morning. Eventually when it was late at night and we were feelings weird and random I finally spilled my feelings for her (this gets to the more recent days of last week). I told her about the dating and why I did not want to date her and the other feelings I had for her. Nervously, I waited for her response when I finished. I was afraid that she was going to be like every other girl I really liked “Oh, thanks. But I’m sorry, you’re not my type.” Fortunately, and luckily, Beautiful E confessed her feelings and said she liked me too. She also said how she did the same thing with me about trying not to exaggerate about me as well. Then eventually down the line we told each other of what parts of us turned each other on. I’ll leave that to blank since that’s private.

Then ever since we kept talking. Until the day that my brother Matthew and when her friend Sydney was over at her house to go to church on the big grand finale to the high-school. Matthew started talking with Beautiful E and Sydney because I started my first face-time with Beautiful E. Matthew started sugar-coating them. Saying in his pitchy boy voice “You guys are so attractive,” which got a lot of “awww’s” and “thank you’s”. I let him do that for awhile since Matthew was not getting so many girls. I just let him have his fun. Up until the point when Matthew started asking Beautiful E to compare himself to me and saying that I hit him and saying that I dreamed about Beautiful E all the time. Which eventually, Beautiful E said with her sarcastic humor “I like you better than Andrew, I hate Andrew.” I knew it was supposed to be a joke and nothing to hurt my feelings. But that sentence really stuck in. I don’t know. I guess I’m sensitive in a way. Even though I hate being sensitive. 

I thought that was just for that night. Next day, Beautiful E rarely even talks to me or comes around me. Even when I tried to stand next to her during the music in church she was rather shocked and told me that she wanted to be alone. She did not even hold my hand when we prayed. Was there something wrong? Then that evil voice in my mind kept humming that it was all after what Matthew did. I was so nervous. Beautiful E did not even hug me when she left. I offered a hug, but then she rejected it. I went full on depressed. I did not want to call her. I was feeling so. Ugh. I don’t know. Just. Frustrated with myself. “You screwed up again.” I thought to myself. Talking to Beautiful E during the day was one of my priorities or something I looked forward to. But my day felt empty. I felt empty. I really did like her. And I was confused if this meant she did not want to have something to do with me or whatever. 

The next day, I sent her a random message through FaceTime. At first, I thought she was at the beach and I just felt like sending her a message just encase she would respond. She responded and she was happy and joyful when she was talking to me. This surprised me a little bit. Eventually it was all cleared up that Beautiful E was not going to the beach until next week. Only she had dance throughout the whole day to occupy her. Eventually in our conversation I had to leave. Then later on in the day I talked to her when I finished watching the season finale for Doctor Who. Oh gosh. Sad ending. I felt sad as well! But I did not cry, surprisingly. Until I saw my Mom and sister, Patricia crying. Oh gosh. Patricia was literally crying a river. Lol. After the season finale I talked to Beautiful E. I felt like a sophisticated British man after watching Doctor Who, so I gave a lot of witty and funny replies when we talked. She seemed completely fine. It leads me to this last question. Is she friendly to me when she’s by herself with me and only then? The question still burns in my head like a magnifying glass in the sun, but I shall go on! All the events have led up to this point in time. 

Enjoy your time wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

My Addiction to Doctor Who (D.W.) and My New Deal with Mommy

Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. I plan for this post to be quite a long one and hey! I got my old typing speed back on pronto! Anyway, as usual, I shall present to you a song/video. Today I decided a video. It’s a video that has replayed in my head so many times it is unreal. You might have heard it and if so, you don’t have to exactly watch it. But I implore you to watch it either way. It is a good video! Funny as well. Here is the video “Skype Laughter Chain”. It is unique and once again funny. Enjoy!

This is probably the first post that I have used my Mom under the term I usually call her by “Mommy”. Honestly, I have no problem with using that name, especially in front of friends and grownups, but I have realized that I call my Mommy “Mom” in my posts. It just doesn’t make me feel me. It makes me feel American. I know it’s weird. It’s just how I feel. For now on, I shall refer to my “Mom” as Mommy and my “Dad” as Tati. Which are the usual terms I call my parents by. Even if I’m 14.

So down to the day. Well. Actually I’m not talking about this day specifically. I’m going to talk about what’s been happening recently that have been important. It is Summer break. Many goals for me. I want to raise $500. I don’t know how, but if there’s a will there’s a way as they say. I want to exercise more. I’ve been growing some fat over my worked out abs. I’m getting worried about my breathing since I get tired working around the house (which actually leads into the next thing I was about to talk about). Last two objectives I want to reach game-wise is to get Max-Prestige on Black Ops II, which is basically the highest level you can reach online. I’ve so far Prestiged twice out of 15 times. So I’m on a straight pace from here. And the last goal is that I get to round 50 on one of the Black Ops II Zombie maps. I hope it is Town. At least that’s the map I prefer and am best at. So those are my goals. Now to my next topic of discussion.

I have recently made a deal with Mommy. It all first started when she started saying at the first few days of Summer that I was not going to be playing as much as I would like to on the electronics. Unfortunately, I wasn’t expecting her to limit me on everything. She put a limit of 1 hour on the computer and 1 hour at the rest of the electronics. Imagine me, writing a long post on my blog. That would be approximately 30 minutes, according to how fast I am typing and whether or not I get distracted by another thought and decide to postpone my post. Which leaves me with 30 minutes left of watching Youtube or playing Minecraft. Though, I have faced a major problem with the computer. I cannot play Minecraft. There’s a glitch that has occurred on my computer that causes me to constantly lag out or get inevitably stuck into a cave and I’ll have to start allover the world. I don’t want to start allover the worlds because I’ve worked really hard on them, but it almost seems I have no choice. So I decided to leave Minecraft alone, which leaves me with 30 minutes of Youtube watching. I would normally be fine with that option, but now since there are so many Youtubers that I watch including “ImAnderZel” (Swedish Gamer), “TheSyndicateProject” (British Gamer), “PewDiePie” (Swedish Gamer), “Smosh” (You know them), “RayWilliamJohnson”, and more! Recently Syndicate has been posting 3o+ minute videos in just one video. How do you reckon I’ll watch the other videos? So, of course, with my hormonal teenage mind I had to go and complain. It became a tragedy in the first few days but then my Mommy came to an agreement saying that in order for me to play as much as I wanted to, I would have to work that much. Say for example, I wanted to play 2 hours on the PS3, then I would have to work for 2 hours on some chores. The idea seemed great, but my Dad warned me to not get ahead of myself and think this was an opportunity to get hours. Of course, though, my excitement caught on to me. The first few days I did all my chores successfully. Only problem was that I did not have an chores left to do. And the chores I did do were about 5-10 minutes each. It became difficult, but somehow I’m surviving now. And that’s how that happened.

Another thing I wanted to mention. I’ve gotten a huge crazy crave or addiction to watching Doctor Who. Not as in CRAZY CRAZY, but as in I love watching Doctor Who. Now I will actually refer to Doctor Who as D.W.; no, not D.W. from Arthur, but THE D.W.. So I’ve been watching it a lot recently with my sister (Patricia) and Mommy. It’s a really good series. I’m not much of a sci-fi fan, but I really enjoy it and the characters and imagination in the show is brilliant. Plus, the show is British. So it is just British people time-traveling. Oh, I’ve already said too much. For anyone considering to watch it, I suggest searching it on Netflix. They have the first 6-8 seasons I believe. It is still an ongoing series, but it is only available to watch in Great Britain right now and my parents do not have BBC to watch with, so yeah. Sorry. Anyway, all in all, the review is that it is a must watch series. You’ll get hooked and attached to the characters easily. Patricia already has a crush on the Doctor. Ooh. xD

Yesterday, I went to the pool and actually got time to relax and swim in the pool. At first I was hesitant to take off my shirt for one only reason. My nipples on my chest are huge. Now, when I say that, don’t think that I’m saying I have boobs. Boobs and nipples are completely different things. And turns out, the men’s nipples actually grow when the chest muscles are forming and since I had been exercising a lot on my chest muscles I guess they are forming. It is quite a disgusting look at first, but I believe I’ll blossom into great muscles. So I got sunscreen on and reluctantly took off my shirt and jumped in the pool. It was cold and first and I shivered for a long while, but then I got used to it (for a few minutes). I decided to test my breath and see how long I could stay underwater by the simple test of swimming from the longest side of the pool on each end to the other end. It is a really hard task, but rewarding. I could do it at Mrs. Amy’s pool and Suzanna’s pool. This pool was a bit wide, but I wanted to see if I could still do it. I went and Anthony (who was with us) and my brother and sisters were doubting me. It was, indeed, a hard task. My lungs began to hurt and I could barely see the end. I thought I was never gonna get there. Afraid, I was about to give up and simple plop out of the water. But my courage and persistence was strong in me. I kept going and finally I saw the end. I made it and I was so happy. Finally. Something to prove that I still have it. Everyone cheered. I was out of breath. I got out of the cold water immediately so I could cool down.

Coincidentally, in the same pool, this family entered the pool. A fat boy with a very skinny girl who looked almost like Patricia’s age and an old lady. Not old, frail, and skinny. More like old and pompous. Fat, I should say. Weirdly enough the old lady gave Anthony a weird stare. I could not see her eyes behind her shades, but I could tell she was holding back a cruel, wicked face. She walked up to Anthony immediately when she entered the pool and said “We are not letting you play with any of our toys.” Then she walked away. Weird right? Eventually Anthony started to tell me the story behind everything and all it seemed to be was that Anthony had done nothing wrong except make them pay $16 for a boogie board that the fat boy broke. At first I was getting annoyed by it, but I decided to ignore it. Until, randomly, the old lady came up to Anthony when he was swimming and accused him of calling her mean and then started saying that he should think why she’s acting so mean. Now I was ticked off. She had no right to push him around like that. He couldn’t fend himself. He was a respectful man and did not mean any harm. When the lady passed by us and got all the attention around the pool my Mommy walked up to her and said, “If there are any problems, just come to me. He’s with me.” The lady responded saying that Anthony and her had their past. Just when she passed by us, Patricia was trying to hold me back from going up to her and putting her in her right place. Luckily, nothing bad happened and I kept my mouth shut. Reluctantly.

Later on, in the pool, a huge water pipe broke and water was pouring out of the water room. Shooting fountains of water out of the brick. Anthony and I were joking around and saying that the building was going to explode. Unfortunately and fortunately it did not. But oh well. You don’t see water leaks at pools everyday. Unless your life is pretty eventful.

Last thing I could remember was that my Aunt was over during the weekend and we celebrated her friend Nadia’s birthday at the Buford Dam. It was a Dam good time. And that seems to be all I could remember for the beginning week of summer. Cheerio!

Enjoy your Summer time (unless you don’t have Summer) wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

 

Why Do I Keep Doing This?

I don’t know why. I’m on and off with this blog. I get on, start posting for a few days. Then I forget about my blog or simply just don’t have the time and I miss out days. Probably even weeks, including this situation. Why can’t I just do it like I used to? I used to post daily, early in the morning, with no problem. I’m gonna work to that. So I guess this is a “returning back” post. And the main reason why it has become so crucial for me to return is for one thing. My typing speed is slowing down!

Enjoy yourself wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

A Fight and The Police?

Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. Ignoring the fact that I’ve missed a lot of days on my blog, I will continue this post. Our song/video of the day is a song called Innocence by Nero. Good band. Good song. The music video is a little bit weird or peculiar I should say. Either way, enjoy!

The day was really surprising. To get you updated on the past few days I’ve been missing: there is a new kid on our bus. The past school days his assigned bus seat has messed up the whole seating for everyone on the bus. A few days ago I was victim to this and was the only one left without a seat to sit in. Eventually, I was forced to sit in the front with the sixth graders. It was quite embarrassing, but I got through. I also did 2 Math quizzes and stayed home from school because I was sick. Fortunately, Brian had gotten checked out as well for a dentist appointment, which meant we could hang out while everyone was at school. It was sweet. That seems to be all up to this day.

I was victim, once again, to being the only one without a seat on the bus, but for some reason I kept my confidence in me today and decided to sit with someone randomly. Not in a rude way, but in a way that I wasn’t afraid to sit next to someone I did not know. It worked fine, altogether. I talked and chatted with Markel, Bryan, and Erick the whole drive up to the school. The only unique aspect of today when Bryan, Markel, and I walked into the school was that DeJesus (it is pronounced “da hay suze”) talked with us on the way. It’s not that I do not like the guy, but the two of us haven’t been so social or at least we did not talk so much in school. We talked almost as if we were friends on the way.

Homeroom was quite boring. Of course, some dilemma went on with Mrs. Flowers and the students misbehaving. Honestly, the accusations of students being loud or social is beginning to become irritating. Hopefully Mrs. Flowers doesn’t read this. xD We had a speaker in class who represented a lot of stories and facts about the Holocaust. I learned a lot of new things in the Holocaust. Such as how the Jews were transported to the camps and how they took showers and how the bread and food was made and when it was delivered along with other gruesome details. Besides that, I learned a lot about the Holocaust. The speaker eventually gave us a paper clip to keep with us. I’m not quite sure or at least I don’t remember why we were supposed to hold it. It probably had something to do with remembering the Jews. The speaker also did make some very good points about how we also, in some ways, act like the Nazis to each other. In conclusion, I loved the speaker’s speech. The whole class applauded afterward, which was quite surprising according to how my class was. I won’t say much more about my class than that. xD

In Language Arts we continued reading Anne Frank’s Diary, only it was in a play. It was quite stupid. I never really liked plays, but I never hated them. It’s weird. We also did a large post test in Language Arts which took about the whole class time of 50-60 minutes to finish 30 questions in the book. Luckily, the test was going to be graded depending on the questions we actually filled in. So no worries there.

Math was difficult. The post test took a long while to solve the questions and a lot of the questions involved graphing and algebraic equations. Altogether, those are the easiest topics in Math for me. But the test made the answers really hard to solve in just two minutes. Thankfully, I did around 35-40 questions out of 50 questions in the spare amount of time of 50 minutes. In Lunch, though, an unfortunate event occurred. Liam (finally I know his name), who usually sat next to Andrew Peterson (who is now not at our school anymore ) at the tables decided to sit next to Vanessa and I. At first, there were no spots, but then I sat exactly next to Vanessa on the table facing Liam. Brianna, though, came into the situation and started to cuss Liam out and tell him to go away. He went away. I felt bad. I wanted to go sit with him. But I was feared that the teachers might think of me weird if I just randomly got off my seat when there were nearly hundreds of students in the cafeteria sitting down and my head would pop out of the crowd. Eventually, Vanessa and I witnessed Liam crying when he left the Cafeteria. My heart sunk. I felt horrible. I had to make it up to him next time. Vanessa and I proposed to sit next to Liam at the lunch tables from now on. I felt a little better, but then worsened emotionally when I exited the hallway after Math class ended and saw Liam and tried to talk to him about Vanessa and I sitting with him for now on. Unfortunately, he just walked past me with a glare. Like he hated me now. It was awful.

Science lightened up a little bit. I hung out with Bryan in class and also with Mackenzie, Gizelle, and a lot of other people while Mr. Dyches tries miserably to get everyone’s attention. I always tried to focus and stay on topic, but for some reason in class today, I could not focus. I felt like I was betraying Mr. Dyches. On the other note, Mason (a guy in my class) had taken Birthday Punches from another Brian in our class and it actually hurtful bruises on his skin. It made me worry if I got into a fight with Brian and that happened to my face. Eventually, we left to Connections. P.E. really sucked. At least I sucked at P.E.; the only good aspect of P.E. was hanging out with my best friends. Otherwise, P.E. really sucked today. As if I have not said that before.

Drama was a little bit more interesting. I finished a few assignments left for me to accomplish in Drama, then read “The Host” in class while sitting next to a girl called Simmon. She is really nice. And I think she has a slight thing for me, but I like her because she’s sweet and I don’t really like her into a state of love. More like a good friend. We talked and exchanged stories of where we were originally born. Tanner, on my side, constantly goofed off, doing stupid stuff during the whole class. I could honestly say that Drama was a lot better than P.E.; for today at least.

I finally went on the bus and found myself a seat next to Markel. When everyone finally settled into the bus, we drove to our homes. At one point in the bus, a fight between Xavion and Matt broke out. Not fist fight, but more of a cussing fight. They started cussing and cussing until the bus driver had to stop them. Then Jessie said a joke to ridicule the conversation when Matt told Jessie to shut-up. Bad choice. Jessie came up to Matt while on the drive and pounced on him, punching him. Everyone was hooting and yelling. Erick, who was on the left side of this fight pulled Jessie off. This fight took place behind my seat and I was shocked. Matt had red marks on his face. I was surprised. After that, when Jessie and Matt were dropped off, Matt made his way to his house and Jessie made his way to his house with his sister Melanie when I saw the evilest smile created by Jessie. It almost scared me a little bit. It also made me wonder. What if I got into a fight with Jessie? He was only in the 6th grade, yet he knew how to fight. So did I! But I was not used to taking a punch to the face very often. It made me think up all the way till I got off the bus and began talking to Erick. I told Erick how I felt while Miles came outside of his house and tried to convince us how to play football. Erick helped me with some fighting techniques and some stances. He gave me a few medium tried punches that eventually numbed out my whole arm for 5 minutes. It was worth it. I used to have a large pain tolerance. I could take punches and fight, but after I started playing video games I lost my effort.

Afterwards, Markel came out and Miles, Erick, and I went with him to my cul-de-sac. Markel and Miles played Basketball while Erick started playing with his BB gun and I played with the bow and arrow. We did that for about 10 minutes and then we back to the front yard to Markel. Eventually, all of us got bored of staying up there and Erick’s BB gun needed gas in order for it to work. We went to Erick’s house and had him refill his gun with gas. Eventually, I told the crew that I wanted to go back inside to do my homework. Unfortunately, I ended up watching a 1 hour episode of Dr. Who with my Mom and then started to blog. In the middle of blogging, a man came up the door. I saw him from the corner of my eye through the window. He seemed to be Islamic or Muslim judging by the pillow hat on his hair and his long beard. He came inside and Mom said she needed me. I came to the man and he told me of a situation that his car window was broken . . .

Now let me let you know, this guy lived literally across the street from me, so I was shocked to here this. Though, surprisingly, I handled the situation and information calmly. I let the man know what I did with my friends. The man described the window to be hit by a ball. Uh-oh. I was worried at this point. Had Markel and Miles messed up something while Erick and I were in the backyard? I asked if I could see the damage and woo. It was a huge costly damage. It looked like the window was hit with a hammer. I also noticed some BB bullets. Okay. I was now literally panicking. How? We never shot the car! NOWHERE CLOSE! I told the man that I could get one of my friends to assess me in the situation since the man said that he had a witness tell him that there were three people involved in the act. I got Erick. Only guy I could think of. Once I got him, I told him about everything. Even the part where the man also said they were going to call the cops. He came with me and I told him to be very honest. There was nothing we could hide. We came and Erick saw it. He was surprised too. We got more information from this man and constantly and repetitively told him what we did. He didn’t seem convinced and kept saying that there were boys playing around. Then he said that these boys ran away after the witness heard the noise. Two major things in this case. One. We never ran. Nowhere close to it. Second. We never heard a glass break. Let alone I never even knew there was a broken glass until this man came up to me. I told the man and eventually some of the other neighbors came out. David also came out. Shocked. The man got the witness, which surprisingly was Sarah’s Mom. She said she heard the noise and saw people running afterwards in David’s house. Two other major points. I remembered when we were entering the neighborhood that I saw Sarah’s Mom waiting at the door. At first I thought Sarah was in trouble, but it never seemed to be anything. So, obviously, from there, I assumed that the car window broke before we were in school. Plus, the suspects RAN into David’s house. How more evidence can you get from that?

Now I’m not racist and I LOVE Mexicans and all other races with a passion. But David’s father immediately got indignant in his words and then spoke with my Mom saying that he lived in this neighborhood for 13 years and nothing like this ever happened and that he did not like it when he was put on blame because he was Spanish. First of all, nothing was mentioned of this guy’s race. Plus, I do not like it when people just say that to get out of trouble. And plus, how can you say David is such a goody too shoes when his crew got high and drunk two weekends ago. It all was fishy. I came home afterwards, being dismissed by the man with the broken car window and he gave us our thanks. Erick then left and I came back home. My Dad eventually came around the time we were about to come back home. He finally got the situation and started arguing with my Mom saying that I did not have the guts to admit it was me even if it was me. REALLY? Finally. A situation where I’m not involved and for sure as heck my friends did not do it, my Dad is against me. I do understand him from the point that in my past I have been untrustworthy. Understandable. But last time something this bad happened was when Mrs. Kacey (in our old neighborhood) accused me of holding a power outage in my hand and pulling it out of the ground, which of course was not true. It is just frustrating. Altogether a really crazy day. ALL OF THESE EVENTS HAVE LED UP TO NOW.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

I Feel Much Lazier (and Fatter)

Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life! I will quickly give you guys the daily song/video of the day for you to enjoy! The song for today will be a song called “Warrior’s Call” from a band called Volbeat. Yes, for those Pokemon fans, it is the name of a bug Pokemon. Nonetheless, it’s a good song, so long as I believe. It may not be your cup of tea, but I enjoy it and I post things I enjoy here. So .. enjoy!

Now to the day; I shall skip through the day up until we took the Math CRCT. Though, I do have to mention that I saw Aziayahs again (I still don’t know how to pronounce his name D:) and I talked with him on the way about memories in the neighborhood and finally, now that he’s been around my school, I’ve actually taken the time to comprehend how much I left from the neighborhood. I love my new house. No doubt about it. I hated my old house. But the neighborhood .. it had something special to it that I cannot explain by words. Well, probably I could, but that will be for a later time. On the other note, I was actually acting properly in front of Mrs. Flowers. Usually, whenever she would question me and make sure I was listening to her when I was slightly not paying attention to her, I would stutter which would cause a commotion in the classroom and draw attention. Surprisingly, without my own awareness, I said with ease “yes m’a'm” and “yes” without any problems of stuttering. I was able to go through the day.

The Math CRCT was harder than none other. Even though that sentence is quite contradictory, I believe it was one of the hardest CRCT experiences I have encounter (at least the hardest experience I remember). I hope it doesn’t go the same with Science. Oh gosh. The funny thing about the Math CRCT was the fact that the majority of the questions consisted of Geometry more than any topic of choice in Math. I was really ticked off to see this. Of course they gave me the hardest topic for me to understand in Math. My feelings for making an exceeding on the Math CRCT were now not so high as I was previously feeling. Though I still have a bit of confidence in me and I believe I will make an exceeding. Hopefully. Fingers crossed.

The day, throughout, was not that particularly exciting. Maybe interesting, but not entirely exciting. I did talk and walk with Eric like we both did last time at P.E.; the both of us talked about how school was, how we were feeling, such and such of random things. Oh, and right before my homeroom class finished the Math CRCT and came back from eating food outside the school building, Mrs. Flowers randomly, out of the blue, on the spur of the moment, notified me that I was needed upstairs. The news was surprising. What for? I wondered. I went upstairs and found that one of the teachers I had previously seen with my Math teacher was there. She began talking to me and telling me that I wasn’t in trouble to start with. She just told me that she would need me to call my Dad or Mom back at home if they were okay with me watching Night at the Museum with our homeroom class. At first, the idea of my parents NOT being okay with that was about the most ridiculous thing I heard since I heard Connor say I talked the most in Mr. Dyches’s class. But, I obliged, and called with the use of the woman’s cellphone. I tried to imagine how my parents would feel if they got a call out of the blue from me while was in school. That would not sound good at first to them. xD

I told my Dad (who was the one who answered) about the information then asked them finally and they said yes of course. The woman checked my name off the list and then allowed me to go back to class. I went back to class awkwardly while everyone was seated at their seats. An array of questions rose from friends of mine in the classroom.

“What happened?” they all asked curiously.

I told them about it and then made my way to next period.

Yeah, now that I remembered this piece of information I went full in remembering details, but trying to not mention every single detail.

Now, to the point of the title of this post. When I came back to the house, I felt a lazy feeling. My Mom cooked pizza for us and I ate it with much satisfaction. I ate a bunch of other foods and managed to convince my Mom to allow me to eat another pizza. I looked at my stomach afterwards when I went down to the basement and read a book. It was fattening! Oh my gosh… I hate being fat. I had not done any exercises after in P.E. they did not do warm-ups. I tried to do at least 10 push-ups, but was barely motivated to do 2 push-ups. It makes feel sad. Usually, I would think about how obese people are struggling with doing exercises and saying it’s hard and say that all you have to do is TRY. But now I understand. I understand it clearly now. I HAVE to get back into shape. Starting from now, I’m going to continue to do exercises and work out my body.

This post just became an inspiration of speech. Lol. But anyway, I’ve pretty much summarized my whole day really simply. I’m sorry, that I have not brought you all REALLY LONG POSTS as much people have requested in the poll on the side of my blog. I don’t have much time. I should not even be writing this now. But I love blogging and it keeps me aware of my days, plus I want to read my daily life when I grow older to the point where I can actually see every detail in these posts. It would be nice. EVERYTHING HAS LED UP TO NOW.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

First Day of CRCT (I’m Already Getting in Trouble)

Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing a new post of my daily life. This post will be a little bit humorous since today was so ironic for me, so enjoy this post. I don’t have so many ironic things happen to me in my life. And I don’t usually ask this, but whoever has a WordPress account or any account they can comment with please like this post. It’d be much appreciated. I want to see how many people are reading this post, just for the lawls. Now! To our song/video of the day. This is once again from the same band I posted about yesterday. I love this band to pieces. My favorite band. Hopefully you all enjoy!

This day was a very interesting day. I was nervous of course. Even if the first day of CRCT was going to be Reading, I was still nervous. Last year, I remember making a near perfect grade on my Reading CRCT grade. I wanted to hit a perfect grade, or, if it was not going to be that, have all exceeding grades on the subjects. The anxiety was killing me all this morning. I decided to leave the house early to wait for the bus so I could talk with Brian. I had not talked to the guy in about two to three days. I gave my goodbyes and kisses to my Mom and made my way. Thankfully, when I arrived at Brian’s house, he answered. After we talked a little bit on updating each other about what’s happened recently, we went to Markel’s house and got him outside. We then walked down the street to my bus stop in the neighborhood. Joanna was following us from behind and Erick came outside from his house when he saw us passing by. The bus passed by us right when we were walking down to that bus stop. When we waited and laughed together, the bus finally came and we all came on. It was awkward and weird because all the seating in the buses were mixed up. Weirdly enough, after we changed seats from our unnatural bus-pick up behavior, Xavion (a 6th grade boy) was sitting next to me in the other set of sets on my left. Erick started to mess with me on the bus, nearly knocking me off my seat. I constantly fell on top of Xavion but both of us did not care because we knew it was Erick playing. As the bus drove to school, Erick and I began talking about games which surprisingly grabbed large amounts of attention in the bus. It was funny.

Finally, when the bus arrived at school, and we were dropped off, we made our way into school. On the way, the craziest thing happened. I saw Aziayhs (dang it, still cannot spell his name) walking on the sidewalk with all the other students. I dropped whatever I was doing with Bryan and Markel and went to greet him. So many good memories flooded my head as I talked to him. It was a good feeling. I felt good.

Eventually after I finished talking to him, I talked back with Bryan and Markel and explained to them about who that guy was. Then we went to our homeroom classes. The rooms were separated from Mr. Iverson’s class and Mrs. Flowers’s class. The CRCT began after a long time. It felt like almost an hour of being wasted until the CRCT began. We finally then began the CRCT. At first it was really easy. So easy that when I finished the first 25 questions of the test first, I felt so nervous as to if they actually did both sections in one time. The second section was a bit more challenging, especially since there was poetry involved in some of the questions and along with some tricky questions. Otherwise, I believe I did great. I’m still anxious of my grade, though. Although I had a good testing experience, I constantly got into trouble with Mrs. Flowers because at first she caught me not changing test booklets when I randomly zoned out and forgot what she said. Then I remembered some funny experience back on the bus with Erick and I and began smiling and chuckling. Mrs. Flowers believed that I was laughing with some of the kids on my side and moved me. FIRST DAY. And I already get moved. Third time I get in trouble because when we transitioned to lunch, I started talking with my friends just as much as the other kids were and Mrs. Flowers started yelling at me and making feel stupid for what I did. I’m not joking. Mrs. Flowers is not too fond of me.

When the CRCT was FINALLY over, I went to second period, which was Language Arts. We read the story of “Lady or the Tiger?”. A very good story. I recommend most people my age to read it. It is a very good short story. After that, we went to do P.E.; in that connection I did a lot of talking with Eric (different one from my bus) about updating what’s happened. It was good. Everything was good. Finally we got ready to leave to buses and we left the school. The rest of the day was pretty boring. EVERYTHING HAS LED UP TO NOW!

Enjoy your time wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

Being Prepared for CRCT

Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new announcement post. I would be talking about my day since there were some significant events that occurred. But unfortunately, my Mom is ordering me not to be on the blog, Youtube, or anything else but school. I should not even be posting this now. D: But I want to update to you guys saying that I am working for the CRCT and give me all your prayers! If you’re not a Christian then just hope for me. If you don’t believe in hope, then just keep me in your thoughts. If you can’t keep me in your thoughts, well, your attention span ranges to 1-2 minutes. Lol. Just kidding, but seriously, think about me, whoever you are! Meanwhile I am going to play a song for you guys! Enjoy! FROM MY FAVORITE BAND!