Church Filled Up My Day


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. Song/video of today is a song called “Wake Me Up” by Avicii. I’ve grown an addiction to the song and listen to it on a consistent basis, which is awkward. I don’t really like a lot of Avicii’s songs since they’re so mainstream, but I guess this one grew on me. Enjoy!

So today, as you can tell by the title, was a day full of church. I can really say that Church Filled Up My Day. Immediately when I woke up, my eyes met a bright light from my room. I told my Mom to shut off the lights in an annoyed attitude. My Mom followed and turned off the lights and it seemed she was (through my blurred vision) pulling out clothes from my closet. It’s a normal thing she does every Sunday. She hasn’t done it recently a lot, though, which is completely contradictory to my previous sentence. She gave me the Vans pants to wear that I wore last Thursday at school. I really like wearing them because they look slick on me. At least to me. She gave me an Abercrombie sweatshirt to wear and then sent me downstairs to have put on my acne creme and arrange my hair because my hair looked absolutely horrid from all the bed-hair I got. Once my Mom got everyone else awake and dressed they sent them downstairs as well and she did my hair along with applying the acne creme. It was 8 o’clock by this time and I was just wondering why we were getting ready so early since we’re going to 11 o’clock service, but I just kept my mouth shut and let my parents do  the working. We had to stay a bit late because my Dad had to print a specific document for the volunteer group he leads. Once he was done, we left briefly.

On the way, my Dad discussed with me several things. My future. What I’m gonna do to be business prepared and all that stuff so the car ride would not prolong. When we arrived at the church, I volunteered to let Anabelle and Matthew stay with me and eat the breakfast at the volunteer group room so they wouldn’t eat my Profit Pop-Tarts (the Pop-Tarts I’m selling [the motto works ;)]), but I had to have responsibility for them at the same time. So, instead I let them take the doughnuts and apples from the counter-tops where they served the breakfast and had them sit outside the room and watch the already-started-service and I went inside the West auditorium of the church and found a place to sit down then watched the preacher preach his sermon. Today I was very serious. I don’t know why. Nothing was making me serious on purpose, I was actually a lot more relaxed now than recently. It’s probably cause the sermon hit me deep. When my watch dinged 10 o’clock, I went back to my brother and sister and saw them playing with another girl about Anabelle’s age (Anabelle is 7 [turning 8 this November]) instead of sitting near the room. I was indifferent about it and just picked them up to take them to Leadership room. It’s the room where some of the volunteers of the church take all children from K-5 grade. I signed them in and then left immediately. As I passed by some of the hallways to drop Matthew and Anabelle, I noticed my friend Jacob was there at the doors early. It was a surprise and I was happy to greet him when I passed back by the hallway near the doors. I sat with him, the name-tags of Anabelle and Matthew in my pocket(the name-tags are the only things that allow me to take Anabelle and Matthew out of the room).

I talked to Jacob about a lot of things that had been going on recently and told him about my problem with myself about being too  “serious”. He didn’t know to respond, so I changed the subject and continued opening doors in excited manners to visitors of the church or people entering the church. It was awkward greeting some of the people entering the church because I had sore throat and my voice cracked and hurt my throat at the same time. It was purely unpleasant. Eventually, when 11:00 o’clock came around and the people for the 11:00 o’clock service arrived, Jacob and I sat down and talked about my book. I don’t know why, but we always talked about my book. I guess because I consider him my editor since he’s the only guy older than me with much wisdom in story-telling and has actually read “Fiction” books. We continued to talk about my book until his blond friend came by and took him outside of the church to talk and then he came back inside telling me he hated his blond friend but yet she was so intriguing for some reason . . . I don’t even know anymore.

When the 11:00 o’clock service was coming to a close in the sermon, my Dad came up to me and told me I needed to pick up Matthew and Anabelle from the Leadership room before the people of the 11:00 o’clock sermon were going to exit the doors. I was able to pick them up in 5 minutes flat and then exited the church. The reason for my Dad doing this was because we needed to go pick up Patricia from Gwinnett because she went to the Frequency event. I’m so jealous of her, being able to go the great event, but at the same time I feel happy for her. I was glad that my Dad left early because he screwed up so many of the times with the directions on the way, but there was still plenty of time to arrive at the church. It was all good after all. When we arrived at the church, turns out we were 15 minutes early. So for the rest of the time, I talked to my Dad about some of the stuff that went down in my high-school. I don’t know how, but apparently I brought up the topic of weed and drugs. I felt intrigued to talk about it with him because I felt like I knew more than him and had a better knowledge on the subject than he did, but now when I think about it I feel like I know too much about drugs. We talked about drugs and then escalated quickly to matters of what kind of woman I’m gonna marry and how I’m gonna discipline my children and such, such.

Finally, when Patricia arrived, we took her and her recite the whole experience. She sounded she was on weed the whole time because, according to Patricia, she pulled two all-nighters (she didn’t sleep for two days straight) at Frequency. I, myself, understand the pain of staying up all night, so I talked to her a little bit on the way back home about it. When we got home, I was forced to work on my homework and my project for the rest of the time before I had to go to the high-school service which I had to leave to around 3:45-4:00 o’clock in the afternoon and it was already 1:45 o’clock in the afternoon right now. I was complaining about me having to do my project when I wanted to play on my PS3. Unfortunately, I shot myself in the foot and got banned again from the PS3 because I basically told my parents that I wanted my priorities on the PS3 over the weekend, which my Dad did not like at all. I studied the rest of the time, until 3:30 arrived and I decided to watch Shark Tank with my Dad until he finished his lunch and was able to drive me to the church. I left around 4 o’clock in the afternoon to the church and then immediately spotted my friends Sydney, Kendall, Michael (best friend :D), and turns out Elizabeth actually showed up. Shocker. She looked really nice because she had straightened her hair for once and had it dyed red. She also wore contacts, which seemed strange because they really showed the explosion of blue in her eyes, but eventually I got drawn to it and liked it. Surprisingly, I talked to her more than I usually would have. During the high-school sermon a man I wasn’t so interested about spoke and during the time he would just begin ranting about his life stories Elizabeth and I gave funny faces, while Michael started talking to Kendall only. Elizabeth and I teased that they were flirting and they should be together. Overall it was a fun time. 😀

When we went to small groups and then were dismissed to eat food, Stephen and I talked about random things while my friend from Cross Country, Ethan, was visiting today at church and we laughed about some movies like “Step Brothers” and so on. Elizabeth, Sydney, Kendall, and the rest eventually exited their small groups when we were near finished. A girl named Katie was sitting down with us and she was mentioning about this 30 year old who was commenting on her photos on Instagram saying she was cute and she started freaking out and deleted her Instagram account in that moment. I was a bit surprised that she literally deleted her account, but oh well. She wants to do her thing she can do her thing. When I decided that we should go to main service, everyone followed and we went into main service. To my surprise, Elizabeth sat next to me and 1. didn’t leave within the few minutes the main service started 2. talked to me the whole remainder of the time. She nudged on my shoulder a lot and was touchy. I mean, I don’t have a problem with that. Trust me I don’t. I just thought that she would be kind of awkward touching me. But we talked as if we were best friends and laughed so much Sydney had to move seats from us and sit across from us. She gave us the evil glare many times as well. I don’t know. Now that I was Elizabeth, I felt happy. More satisfied with my time. Of course I was mentally tired because we would crack so many jokes and we would confuse each other, but she reminded me of the good ol’ times when it was just her, Mikayla, Taylor, and I in the Gwinnett church in Transit. I was happy I was with Elizabeth today, as weird as that sounds. Michael was telling me right after the service that Elizabeth might now have liked me again but is trying to hate me. Sounds awesome, but I wish to be honest. Though, I know it’s not true, so I try to stay friends with Elizabeth. #friendzoned. D:

After the adult service, the whole group exited and we went into the photo booth posted on the side of the church and took group pictures. It was a nice group moment, then Elizabeth had to leave, giving Sydney and I a hug. That was another weird thing, she actually wanted me to give her a hug. I’m not trying to look for chances, it’s just weird that she’s just being this friendly to me now. She then left and I left and that was it for the day. Just church…

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

A Week at South Carolina! (REALLY LONG POST)


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. Rather, actually, this post is going to be quite unique. This post will be about a whole week I spent on vacation with Michael. I decided to embark on this big project and hopefully I’ll finish it. This post will kind of be like my Walking Wisely Weekend post a few years back. Except this will be a little more summarized and to the point of each day. I will not give you guys a song/video to enjoy for today unfortunately, but I will put one in tomorrow. No worries. Just before I start writing the week down, for all the WordPress users who have their own blogs: they have really changed the layout of WordPress. I’m gonna do a review on the layout. So far I really like it! 🙂 Anyway, let’s begin!

So I left with Michael (my best friend, Asian buddy, my bffto South Carolina on Sunday but arrived at his house at Saturday then came back to Georgia on SaturdayTherefore I start on Saturday.

SATURDAY

So the day begin where I woke up. Like any normal day. I woke up early to go play my average video game time. It was probably around 6 to 7 o’clock in the morning when I woke up. Not quite sure. Around that time. I played for about an hour and a half on Zombies. I got to Round 26 on Tranzit, which was the best round I had ever made on Zombies. I was indeed satisfied with my time. Once I got off the game, I went to bed. Tired of how I woke up too early. I slept for about 3-4 hours until I was awaken by the sure sound of my family causing a ruckus downstairs. I woke up and put on my appropriate clothes. I went to the computer and started watching some Youtube videos. Some were really funny and some were really boring, but it was an “eh” time spent. I got bored in the meantime and decided to go run outside the whole neighborhood. I had jogged with Anabelle (my little sister) and Matthew (my brother) for the past few weeks, so I thought it wouldn’t do me so bad. Turns out I was completely wrong. I had so much trouble breathing it was unreal.

I literally felt the saying “the sweat on the brow”. It was so uncomfortable to be in the sweat so I took a shower and then began watching an episode of D.W. with my family. Eventually, by then, it was around evening, so my Mom had forced me to get ready for the vacation I needed to go to with Michael. I finally remembered it and was happy. It’s just that moment when you remember good things to come in the future. Just a good feeling … Anyways, my Mom over exaggeratedly worried about the whole packing. I had not packed at all, knowing the lazy person I am. She put a bunch of clothes in my backpack and made me go get some important stuff. Brushes. Toothpaste. Shampoo. Face Cleanser. Gel. Etc. Eventually when I was completely packed, the family got in the car and then we drove to Michael’s house. Once we arrived my Mom, sisters, brother, and Dad gave their goodbyes and hugs and left me at his house. Michael greeted me without a shirt on at the front door. Eventually I also remembered that I could text with Michael’s phone to Beautiful E. I texted her. Funny enough, she was also leaving to go on vacation on the same exact day, which was tomorrow. I didn’t think we were leaving tomorrow until they said they had to postpone something and we were leaving tomorrow. Beautiful E was going to Florida. I was going to South Carolina. Exactly opposite from each other. At first when I texted Beautiful E while Michael regarded that he needed to get a shirt on, it became almost awkward during the conversation. She took loads of time to respond and then was annoyed when I asked what was taking her so long. So eventually we quit the conversation.

Later on, when Michael, Daniel (Michael’s brother), and I were in the basement getting ready to sleep, we played Poker while I talked to Beautiful E on the phone. She was going to bring her friend Sydney with her to the vacation, so Sydney was with Beautiful E. The talk was kind of awkward and funny simultaneously. Beautiful E was just being sarcastic; I did not know how to respond so I just laughed. Eventually when I got bored, I hung up the phone because Sydney and Beautiful E began doing their own thing as the night crawled on. I went to bed and I think I did began to text Beautiful E a few minutes before I went to sleep and then randomly fell asleep during the conversation.

SUNDAY

Michael and I woke up 5 in the morning because we were to be leaving early, so I began talking to Beautiful E a little bit more and then we started talking on the car trip there. Honestly, with the whole conversations I had with Beautiful E, the trip was a lot more relaxing. It was cruel at the last 2 hours of the 6 hour car trip. Though, on the way, we figured new ways of topics to discuss about. We eventually started a fun little thing we did about counting how many things we had in common. We started at #33 since that seemed reasonable. At the end of the road trip we were at #37 or #38. We stopped at Chick-fil-A once near the end of the road trip. Good lunch. Then, near evening time, we arrived at the place and were officially at South Carolina. We arrived at what seemed to be a condo neighboring with a ghetto complex that literally looked like someone had painted purple, black, and gray on the roof paints and the roofs were of metal. Ours was a lot more civil looking. The place wasn’t half bad either.

Michael’s Mom, on the way, did buy a lot of groceries. Enough to occupy the whole car to the point where we need some of the heavy groceries on my body. Heavy enough to numb my whole body. At the end of the car ride, Michael and I could barely feel our legs. It was so weird for feeling, but Michael and I managed to pull the groceries to the house. The interesting part of this house was that the main floor–where the kitchen and living room was supposed to be–was upstairs and the room Michael and I was to be sleeping in having all to ourselves was downstairs. The kids and parents room would be upstairs. Michael’s Mom’s Mom, which is actually Michael’s Grandma, came with us too. She was a lot different from the last time I met her. A lot more attitude I must admit, but whatever. People are people. Turns out we had so many foods that on the first dinner we were already full. Michael’s Mom got us a whole pack of Mini Sprite Cans for the whole week. Awesomeness! 😛 We had a nice lasagna dinner meal and then had ice-cream at the end for dessert. Michael and I went to bed afterwards and I began texting Beautiful E. I don’t remember what we were talking about specifically. Mostly about how the vacation stay was like. Surprisingly and coincidentally, Beautiful E and Sydney were at a Condo on the beach with a pool and hut tub. So did ours. We also had a balcony on the main level. So did Beautiful E. It just getting more coincidental for us.

MONDAY

Probably the predecessor to the worst and depressing day which is Tuesday, but I won’t spoil more than that. Monday was quite busy. Michael and I woke up around 7 to 8 o’clock. I tried to text Beautiful E though she didn’t respond for another hour. So Michael and I went to the beach and started swimming. Unfortunately, Michael’s Mom started saying that we couldn’t go to the point where we couldn’t touch the floor in the ocean. Where’s the fun in that? I love going out far into the ocean! But whatever. It sucks, but life goes on. Thankfully, Mother Nature started to become daring to us. Big waves came upon us. The biggest one literally knocked me off my feet and flipped me in the water twice where I knocked my head on the sand. And I was underwater during the whole time, so that concludes a very big wave. At least a strong and tall one.

Later on, when Michael and I got tired of the waves, we went to the pool. The pool water was 8 ft. Oh gosh. That was one of the happiest moments of the vacation. A deep pool. Especially in a condo area! The water was weird though. It felt like too much chlorine was added in the water. I don’t know. It was very hard to breath in the water and when you swam down to the 8 ft part of the water your ears to clog and brain starts to hurt. It was a good pool either way. Took a while to get adapted to the pool, but it was good. Michael and I tried breathing competitions, but Michael kept winning. I shame my Russian and Romanian ancestors. 😦 When we finished with the pool, Michael’s Mom cooked us a barbecue of nice hamburgers, Sprite, chips, and much more. Then Michael’s Grandma cooked us some cookies when we were inside. They were in fact delicious. I got Michael to watch Doctor Who. Since I couldn’t continue watching the series without my family around, I decided to have Michael involved in the series of Doctor Who. So I got him into it. At first he seemed okay with it. So I just let him be.

Michael’s Mom made us go out on our bikes. I had $5 with me from the money that my Dad gave me, so I immediately cycled to the gas station with Michael. A thing I noticed; the path where we were supposed to get to the gas station was full of tourists, cyclists, walkers, joggers, couples, pedophiles, you name it! It was kind of difficult to drive in the thin road, but Michael and I managed. At least I did. I ordered 2 King Size skittle bags and a Hershey Drop Bag. Michael just ordered some gum and saved $2 out of his savings. I came home and enjoyed the food like a King. I felt like texting Beautiful E, but then I decided best not. I watched Michael play the Wii and regretted not bringing my Wii Play to the vacation since Michael had brought his Wii. I was also regretting that I had not brought my PS3. Dangit. Eventually, Michael and I started to go to bed around 10:00 at night and fell asleep probably 30 minutes later.

TUESDAY

So Michael and I woke up again around 7 to 8 o’clock in the morning. This time, we decided that we wanted to go to the pool instead of the beach today. So we let Michael’s Mom and Michael’s little siblings Brooke and Jake and Michael’s Grandma enjoy the beach. I completely forgot as well. Brooke became a great nuisance. I did not want to make a whole big fuss about it, but it got me so much on my nerves. She would complain at the slightest thing that did not please her. She is a good girl and I like her so much when she behaves it’s just really unraveling. Michael’s Mom is a good parent at heart and I really like how she is as a person, so I don’t judge her at all. Look how Michael turned out! XD Michael’s Mom made Michael and I go cycling around after we came out of the pool. On the way it was all happy until Michael almost got hit by a service truck. It literally pushed my heart up to my stomach. The trucker honked his horn and we drew a lot of attention from the cars driving by us. How Michael almost got run over was because we were driving on the thin side of the road, that’s how we could get to our neighborhood the fastest and easiest way without having to cross over to our neighborhood. Only disadvantage is that we needed balance because it was either the road lane or this steep sloping hill. Michael lost balance and almost shifted in front of the trucker. He managed to hold back and pull out of the lane and he survived. Oh so many “what were you thinking” came out of my mouth. I was royally scared and ticked off.

We came home and relaxed. Michael’s Mom forced us to come outside. Unfortunately, we had to and we did really nothing except make fun of Mother Nature and hope she would present us some smashing waves. We did not get any good waves but we tried our best to enjoy the time. Michael’s Mom, Grandma, and siblings, were at the shore sitting and relaxing. Actually Jake and Brooke were messing about at the beach trench near the shore splashing at the shallow water. We went back inside after awhile when we were bored and continued to watch Doctor Who. I texted Beautiful E and asked her how she was. She told me she was at the beach with a friend of hers called Matthew and this other guy called Jake. Will this madness with guys named Matthew end?! 😀 Anyway, she told me that they tried hit up on them and get their phone numbers. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel one single nerve to be surprised by this. I was actually chill about it. Beautiful E did admit that they gave their phone numbers to Matthew and Jake. It was kind of strange for me to take at first, but we’re not going out, so I completely respected the fact that she could do whatever she wanted. Eventually our conversation ended and so did the last of my Skittles. Michael became annoyed when he had to start doing chores around the house. Thankfully I only had to do a few of the chores out of the most chores he did. I wanted to be a good guest there. Not one that complains and constantly requires 5 star service. I thought this condo was great!

When evening struck, and Michael and I started to get hungry, Michael’s Mom announced we were going to a seafood restaurant. We arrived after a 30 minute drive and man it looked shabby from the outside but it was so fancy and ordered I would say immediately it was a 5 star restaurant. I don’t know. I haven’t seen a 5 star restaurant besides McDonalds or Olive Garden, but man this was good. I tried texting Beautiful E on the way, though she didn’t respond. So I just made my decisions for what I was going to eat on the menu. A quick complaint to restaurants. If you could just add a picture or some sort of drawing of how the food actually looks like on the menu, besides just fancy words, I would know what I am eating. I chose a nice big cheese chicken burger with every seafood side. Fried shrimp. Cod. Crab. And there was something else. I can’t quite remember. The point was that it was superb. Beautiful E texted me after I was done eating food. Michael and I went down to the bay of the restaurant where there were performers singing mainstream songs and a juggling entertainer. The juggler was pretty cool. Around his young 20s. He saw us and invited us to for some lessons on how to juggle. He taught us these cool stilt tricks where we would have to throw some thing up in the air and cross our stilts back and forth then catch it. Michael was the best at it. I was half surprised and half happy. Then he got us to the juggling part of the business. I did better than the stilts. Unfortunately we had to leave by the time he was teaching us how to juggle 3 balls. Gosh that sounds nasty and weird. 😛

Beautiful E began texting me back to the way on the car. Eventually she started saying that she was with Matthew and he was teaching them sign language. More sort of supporting her. Eventually I joked around saying that he would want to kiss her at the end of the week. She confessed that he said he wanted to kiss her. And then I was a little bit uneasy. I still wanted to stay encouraging and not jealous. Cause I wasn’t really jealous, but I didn’t want to come across as jealous. I told her that she could do whatever she wanted and I didn’t care. Unfortunately she took it the wrong way. She said that she didn’t need advice from me and I thought she was super ticked off at me. I don’t remember what I said, but I guess I said a kind of bye or I eventually ended the conversation or she ended the conversation. All the more, I thought I screwed up. Later on in the day, I was beating myself up. Doctor Who kept me mood up. The Doctor’s wittiness. Spectacular. I continued beating myself up until Michael somehow noticed and told me he told Beautiful E about it. I was kind of upset and embarrassed. I hate looking weak in front of girls/women. In general I hate being the weak one.

Later on in the day, near evening, I started to text to Beautiful E and I told her about I was sorry and then she said she wasn’t angry about it. And I tried to explain to her that I didn’t mean it in that way, but talking about it more became more awkward. So I stopped and then asked what she was doing. She said she was cuddling with Matthew. Utter shock flowed through me. Not anger, rage, depression. Just shock and confusion. I was feeling contradictory. Earlier in the messages she said that Matthew wanted to cuddle with her but she said that it was awkward. Not she was doing it with him. I wasn’t jealous. Never. Matthew was lucky. Luckier than anyone at this moment. I just felt so confused and down about myself. A guy meets her for the first few days and he’s already cuddling with her. That used to be me. I just thought that since she’d think it awkward she wouldn’t want me to do the same to her. But a random guy, cuddles with her. The thoughts of how it looked like paralyzed me. I wasn’t crying. No, never. I was just in complete shock. I didn’t know what to send to her. Eventually I stopped texting her and told Michael of all of this. Michael tried to joke around and said with much thought that he was never surprised about this kind of stuff. I’ve always been around Michael, telling him about some kind of girl that I like or likes me and it ends up to ground. He joked around a lot and it helped my mood. But I wasn’t quite satisfied. I went to sleep, reluctantly. Knowing that a random man had touched a girl I loved, so easily, without a second thought.

WEDNESDAY

I woke up. After a long few minutes I kept thinking of Beautiful E. I tried to get my mind of things by hanging around Michael, watching Doctor Who, eating breakfast, food, working out. None of it worked. My brain was still thinking of her constantly. Michael tried helping me with forcing me to come outside to cycle. We came around cycling for a long while. We came across these gift shops. We both separated and checked out different things. I went around the gift shop, meandering pointlessly. I eventually found a place to sit and contemplated. Eventually there were these group of girls in short shirt and booty-shorts tanned more than chocolate. They passed by and made the biggest ruckus. The only thing that was significant about the group that made them involved in this post was that one of the girls looked exactly like Beautiful E. Short. Frizzy hair (LMFAO hair). Funny. Straight nose. Good butt. It made my mind implode. I couldn’t help but stare. Thinking for a crazy minute that it was Beautiful E. It wasn’t of course. Not the same sarcastic personality. They strutted off later on and I met up with Michael.

We cycled back and then had to go to the beach. Instead we went to the pool and ate some more burgers and chips for lunch. I texted Beautiful E and asked her how she was doing. She was good and all, though she continued on with the long spans of time to respond and eventually I ended the conversation impatiently waiting for her next message and gave up. Michael’s Mom had us go to another place just for touring. There Michael and I experienced lots of cool things. Antique items and all that good jazz. Though there was this girl that kept staring at me with her other red-head friend. They were both approximately in their 14 or 15 ages. I didn’t notice until Michael said that someone was staring at me. The first girl was a blonde and the second one was of course a red-head. Every split second they would take a peak at Michael and I and start giggling. I was annoyed with this. I didn’t have time for it. Nor did I care. Later on the girls hovered around us. They were giggling even more and then eventually walked up to us. The red-head did first. She said something like “how old are you guys?” and kept smiling heartily. I said 14. Happy to now think I’m 1 more year into teenage life. The girl said “oh” and said her name was Diana and her friend was Casey. She said that they thought we were cute and wanted us to walk with them around. Michael walked awkwardly and reluctantly with me to them. They were a lot more woman-like to say the least up close. Casey was almost taller than me and Michael. Diana was as short as Beautiful E and did have frizzy hair which depressed me even more, but her hair was red and she had freckles. We walked around with them and I introduced myself. I wasn’t awkward at all. I like talking to new people and I was throwing in many jokes. Many of the jokes made them fall down on their knees. Not literally, but they were shifting. xD

Turns out that Casey was a state-wide champion for Volleyball and Diana was the one who was hitting on us. Casey was the one who liked Michael the most. She stayed next to him and tried to hold hands with him. His blushing was crazily funny. Before Diana could start talking to us they had to leave with their parents. Without giving us their phone numbers, they ran off screaming “Love you” and that was it. Michael and I came home. I was sort of now happy and a little bit more relaxed. I started texting Beautiful E a little bit more. Eventually I started to crack some inside jokes that she usually did. Instead she didn’t seem pleased when I did it at all. Eventually I told her how I felt about how she wasn’t being herself and I was worrying. Then she said that I kept texting her too much and she was getting tired of texting me. This crashed my day. I felt so confused and empty. I really messed up. Again. I wasn’t hurt. My feelings were never hurt. She couldn’t do that to me just yet. I was just surprised that she actually said that. I told her that I would leave her alone and leave. Then she responded with “Yeaaah. Whateverrrrr. Byeee.”. I was in a state of confusion. I told Michael about it, but I was kind of still happy about what happened earlier. But I felt a large piece of my body go empty. Like everything that was there was gone. The girl I loved so much and I texted her too much and bugged her. Now everything was pointless. Vacation. South Carolina. Just not Michael. He kept me going. And I thanked him for that. It was the greatest thing I could ever have. The best friend I could ever have. Never would turn his back on me and never help. ❤ Cheers to Michael!

THURSDAY

I woke up. Still empty but then full with food. I tried not to text Beautiful E at all cause I knew that I would make things worse. But it just felt so weird NOT texting her. It was like a piece of my required activity everyday that I was not supposed to do. At some points I nearly gave in and almost started to text her, but I held back. Thursday was average. Not so special. We had a good food, but decided not to eat at any fancy restaurant. Near the end of the day, we went to this kid concert where there would be this Country guy performing for kids and lots of families would be there. Worst of all, girls exactly Beautiful E kept appearing. Michael laughed every time I pointed it out and pointed out my bad luck and how life just purposely wanted me to be reminded of her. I was taken off mind when I finished ordering my ice-cream and I was the only one outside the shops next to the concert. I saw many couples. Cuddling. Nudging. KISSING. Everyone passed by me and gave the sharp and disgusted looks. I could not look at the world confidently anymore. When I was at my nearest low moment, Beautiful E texted me. For the first time. I wasn’t exactly lifted up from depression, but I was certainly surprised.

I texted her back and acted average. Michael came out and I told him about it. Michael’s Mom went with their grandma and siblings to the concert seats. Michael and I stayed on the outside sides where the shops were, listening to music like a bunch of hippies. I tried to act normal even though I so wanted to exploit my confusions to Beautiful E, but I stayed normally calm. I even began to delay a little bit on the responding cause I was busy singing to Pumped Up Kicks with Michael. Eventually we had to leave because Jake and Brooke were having sissy feets. At that point, Beautiful E and I ended our conversation. I went to bed and ended the rather short and uneventful day of Thursday.

FRIDAY

Of all days, this was one of the best days of the week. Not that any of the other days were bad. The experience and touring around South Carolina. Especially being with Michael and his family and eating at restaurants. It’s just that this day was more eventful.

Morning as usual, I woke up. Once Michael and I got dressed, we decided to go to the pool to relax. On that day, when we were more adapted to the water, we both decided to try out how long we could breathe under water. It took a lot of tactical breathing techniques, but in the end, Michael and I got around to staying underwater 100+ seconds without breaking a sweat. I held the record of 109 seconds. Michael almost beat me, but successfully got 108 seconds. We went boss mode in breathing. And the funny part was that Erick (from my neighborhood) told me the average human passes out around 2 minutes of breathing. I didn’t break a sweat around 109 seconds, but I didn’t know how I stayed underwater, so I got up. I guess Michael and I aren’t the average human being! 😀

After that little pool accomplishment, Michael and I were forced to go to the beach. We didn’t want to, but you couldn’t say no to a parent. So reluctantly we went to the beach and began constructing a sand castle. I didn’t want to build a sand castle, so instead I decided to build a huge trench in the water. I dug really deep, especially with the help of Michael. I think we dug about 4-5 feet into the ground. I was pretty impressed. I could fit Michael’s body into the hole. Unfortunately, we had to clog it up when we left. That’s too bad.

We got Chinese food ordered to us for Lunch instead of normal Lunch. I think I got some kind of egg sandwich or a chicken sandwich. Not quite sure. But it was tasty and satisfied Michael and I for a good bit. At least me, Michael began complaining about stomach cramps because he needed to eat more. Unusual, but interesting. We went downstairs and finished the 1st season of Doctor Who. It was awesome to see the whole series again, but unfortunately Michael was very ticked off with the change of everything at the end of 1st season and to the opening of the 2nd season. I would spoil it, but I want the viewers to actually “watch” the series and not know what’s going to happen. So haha!

The rest of the day was fricking awesome! We went to go eat at a dinner and it was delicious food. We also got to see another kid concert. The day was full of events. Lots of girls were hitting on Michael and I, though I still had Beautiful E at the back of my head and I know she doesn’t care, but I have a little bit of decency in myself. I don’t know how to really explain it exactly, but yeah. That’s how it is! 😀 The day ended really well. It took me a bit to realize how great this vacation was. If Michael’s Mom is reading up to this point, then I could immediately say thank you for bringing me and having me an inspiration to post this post. So yeah! Friday ended from there and we had to go to sleep early.

SATURDAY

We woke up really early in the morning and then began to leave the house. It was quite a short day. The 6 hour drive was quite fun. I texted Beautiful E and then laughed and talked to Michael throughout the trip. I finally arrived at the house and gave my goodbyes and I missed you to my parents and siblings and of course to Michael and his Mom. Great vacation after all! I played video games after that and had a great time. So, yes! This post is finally done!

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

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! 

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

 

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

Blogging Allows Me To Think Freely


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. I actually enjoy posting these “daily life” posts. It allows me to think freely and expose my feelings. Though this blog IS public and people could easily read my feelings, I find this to my relaxing/ranting area where I don’t feel a sudden tendency to not express myself. On better thoughts, here is the song for today! It is Taylor Swift – I Knew You Were Trouble, except remixed with dubstep. Hopefully you all ENJOY! 😀

Okay, so today. Interesting day. I was driven to school early today because I decided to check my Test form in Science like I mentioned in my last post. This time, instead of a normal drive to the car-rider’s drop off, there was a huge line in front of our car. My whole family, besides my Dad, was in the car. My brother then decided to tell us that he forgot his homework, which gave my Mom the idea to drive him home after she dropped us off. Within 2 minutes of impatient waiting from my Mom, she drove to the side of the curb where the cars that had already dropped off their children drove through and dropped my sister and I in front of the road. We panicked. What in the world was she doing? It was daring, but my sister and I got out of the car. What felt like hundreds of staring faces stared at us during our walk to the car-driver entrance we actually walked normally to the entrance. It was an easy pass way to class since today was Tuesday and we did not have to have a pass.

I entered in Mr. Dyches’s class pretty normal. There were already a couple of students in the class that were in line for asking for help or questions. Surprisingly, I saw Haven in the classroom. We greeted each other with acknowledging smiles. The good part of the waiting was that Mr. Dyches preferred me as his best student so he immediately gave me his attention even after students came before me. I told him of my problems and then got the test to go over. Turns out, as I expected, I only missed 2 questions out of 45 questions. So I pretty much made a 95% or above, according to my calculations. Haven also let me borrow his $5 to pay for one Gatorade which was only $1.25. So that was awesome!

Eventually the bell rang and school started. School was pretty eventful. Cole started shaking uncontrollably in Georgia Studies class and in homeroom because he said he was nervous for his submission and whether he was going to be accepted. In Language Arts, Mrs. Harris changed seating completely. There were tables that contained chairs in pairs. So two people were seated in a horizontal line at one table. I had a girl named Karla (a friend of Shirlign) sit next to me. We knew each other so we were pretty “chill” around each other. Lol. Gosh, I regret using that term. I exchanged a few jokes with her and she of course laughed irresistibly. xD I helped her as well with the test grades we were going over for the common assessment. Math was a lot more fun. I made many jokes with my friend Andrew and Samantha then the subject of Samantha’s posture came up and made the conversation even more funnier but awkward for Samantha. I enjoyed the time very well. We were learning a new method of mean in Math called M.A.D (Mean Absolute Deviation). It’s a long process, especially without a calculator, but it’s easy altogether, depending on your patience and speed. Lunch was extremely fun, especially with all the food I had. I brought my Chocolate Chip Cookies that my aunt, Tania bought me during the Easter Hunt. I also had the Gatorade I got from Haven’s money because I saved up. On top of that I had the school lunch. So I have to admit it was a satisfactory lunch. 🙂

Science was a little bit less eventful, but more of the events were important. We learned more about magnets and got to see some cool demonstrations about how magnets attracted iron. It was cool. Brian wasn’t in the class though, so I asked Mr. Dyches if I could sit next to Mackenzie. If you guys don’t know, I asked her out a long while back. Unfortunately she rejected, but we are still good friends. We talked a lot, but not so much that we could not pay attention to the lesson. Unlike other kids who were acting ignorant and laughing at stupid things. I don’t want to delve into that right now. Eventually, during the class, I called Mr. Dyches next to me when Mackenzie left to the bathroom and told him about how much I adored him as a teacher. He IS my favorite teacher and that’s a lot to say for someone who teaches Science. He makes the subject fun and he’s a nice teacher! Understandable. Nice. And cares so much for his students. Unfortunately people in class take advantage of him, but I let him know how I felt about his teaching and told him that he needs to continue his work and that I appreciate what he does. He thanked me and I brightened his heart. He then continued to his work with a smile. I felt a lot better doing that. To get it off my chest.

P.E. after Science class was really uneventful. We went outside to play Basketball or Four Square. I did unexceptionally in Basketball. I missed many shots and the sun was beating hard on my head and neck. Nothing big there. I talked to Eric and Avelyn in P.E.; to Eric about random thing, but to Avelyn about having each other over at each other’s houses during Spring Break. Drama though was a lot better. Brody wasn’t in school and plus Tanner was next to me, so I got a better time focusing. I finished the Drama quiz quite easily and in speed. I am confident I made a 90% or higher, if not a 100%. Yes! Though I was slow on the worksheet we did. Especially when Shane and Paul kept the Dictionary books to themselves when I had to define the words used in the plays. I never really liked Worksheets. Even in Math.

Bus ride home was a little bit more fun. I was the attention of the bus and I made funnier jokes. With Brian gone, I took his place in moving to the back of the bus and made funnier jokes to others. I even got some of the girls who would give me ugly looks on the bus to laugh. Finally, when it was time for me to get off the bus with Sarah and Patricia, I told Sarah of my crazy experience with my Mom driving to the side of the curb at the drop-off. She was surprised at it too, but now when I look at it, I think it is pretty awesome. c: I came back home and studied then did Bible Time. All the events have led up to this time.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

I Stand Up For Myself


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life, only I’ll try to summarize it in the best way I can, yet also getting the details of the day I want posted. Here’s the video/song of the day! It’s Sail by AWOLNATION. Really good song. I love the sort of dubstep and electronic buzzes in the song. Plus it sounds more nowadays, so yeah! Enjoy!

So yeah, from the time I left the house. I went to the house, greeted Erick, Ascarett, and Sarah at the bus stop. Unfortunately Patricia was not able to come over because she was sick with a fever because of Matthew’s previous sickness. I guess you can connect one to another from there. Anyway, I greeted the three of them. Now, when we talked we weren’t as silent, especially after yesterday. We had such a wonderfully awesome day yesterday. I did, sort of, post about briefly, but I did not describe it to its greatest. It was a good time. If you don’t know about it, read the previous post here. For right now I don’t want to fully describe everything that happened that day, I’ll just continue, assuming that you know what I am talking about. So I talked to Erick and asked him where he was because the last time I saw him was around 7 o’clock PM at Sarah’s house when he said he was going to go to the convenient store and buy us some snacks. It was 8 o’clock PM when I left and I still did not see him. Thankfully, I saw him here at the bus stop and questioned him about it. He said he would explain it on the bus, which he did. I arrived on the bus and now the bus for me, Sarah, Brian, Marquel, Patricia, Ascarett, and Erick was never the same. Others were doing their own thing while we were giggling and laughing about what happened yesterday. Bailey, from the back of the bus, sneered at us, in jealousy of how much fun we were having. Take that!

Much more fun was on the bus, except when there were no more fights on the bus for fear that Mr. Paul was going to write us up, which was stupid. I missed the fights dearly. They made me laugh crazily hard that tears came out of my eyeballs. R.I.P fights on the bus. 😦

School was exceptionally annoying. Mrs. Flowers made Brian and I throw away our breakfast when we just got in so we barely got to eat anything for breakfast. Ridiculous. In Georgia Studies we had to finish our Governor foldable. I finished first, of course, and turned it in. Mrs. Flowers made a big deal about it and announced how someone already turned in their foldable. I was kind of annoyed by it, yet flattered. Later she announced we were having a quiz on the information on the foldable, which was stupid because we had just begun the topic on Tuesday and she wants us to take a quiz on Friday. Ridiculous.

Language Arts was even more annoying. Mrs. Harris, in general, was getting increasingly annoying to me everyday. Her pet, my best friend Savannah, always got the glory from her and they always giggled together and whenever she looked at my work she looked at it with an “okay” or giving some advice. Surprisingly, today, Savannah approached me with an wrathful attitude. Mrs. Harris started near of edge yelling at Brianna in my class because Brianna asked if she could go to the bathroom to get her stuff that she forgot and then Mrs. Harris said you couldn’t because she was SO lenient to rules and couldn’t bend it once for her students. Brianna just stood there and Mrs. Harris got pissed off and started mocking her. Only the fans of Mrs. Harris laughed. I, instead, just stared and gave a cross face. Savannah, on my side, started to laugh at the joke and was quite confused as to why I wasn’t. I told her that I was siding with Brianna. She was crept out by the decision.

“Why?” she asked.

“Because Mrs. Harris is annoying.” I answered.

“No she’s not.” she replied coolly.

Of course, you’re her teacher’s pet. Then Savannah got angry at me for including her name in my own controversy book where it said that she said a cuss word and it was a long time ago. Now she suddenly had a problem with it and threatened to take it out herself if I wouldn’t. She stormed out of the classroom when class was eventually done. Where was this attitude coming from? Savannah is now coming down from my best friend list. Lol.

Math was a little more interesting, though I was really hungry. Thankfully, Andrew was here today and Samantha at the same time. I had both of them sit on my sides and we socialized until Lunch when we took notes. Unfortunately, when we came back from an uneventful Lunch, we had to do another worksheet. Goshdangit.

Science was kind of dreadful. I wasn’t learning as easily on the lesson because it was just so new and I was not getting it in my head, especially with all the noise going around. I could NOT take it seriously. On top of it, we have a quiz tomorrow on it. Brilliant. Pray that I do good on it.

P.E. was sort of interesting and boring at the same time. We had to stay downstairs while the other P.E. class got to go to the Fitness Lab because people were misbehaving and refused to admit their behaviors. We went over the information of the muscles and other formulas that were so vague to my mind while Shian was answering all the questions and so was Grayson. Teachers pets. We played Basketball, afterwards, and my team won. Yay!

Drama was dreadfully boring as well. We just spoke a play as I frustratingly stared at my unfinished worksheet for my Drama class. Ugh. I did not get to finish it until Mark on my side got his worksheet back and he allowed me to copy off of his. After we spoke the play, we watched a movie-version of the play we were watching. Nothing went through my mind during the play. I don’t even remember much. Though, two amazing things happened. Patrick, who was in my Drama class, started singing “I Knew You Were Trouble” in the class, like he always did, just to get attention. I got so annoyed that I told him to shut-up and I said it loudly. Silence rolled across the room and Shane, Patrick’s friend, smiled and goggled at what happened. He asked Patrick if he heard me, Patrick said yes and turned away. Shane then said that Patrick was afraid of me. Heck yeah he was. Finally I was taken seriously.

Brody, on the other hand, took my seat when I went to go for a bathroom break and I told him to get off. He of course said no and I got behind him and asked him seriously. I put my hands on his shoulder reaching for a hold on his neck. He grabbed my hand but I smacked it with surprising force and scared him. He was about to cry being traumatized. He even told me he could take my chair. I felt good afterwards. I felt no pity for him because he was pushing me around for no reason and I was sick of it. I finally stood up for myself. He did not touch me nor did he mess with me throughout the class and probably for the future classes. Finally when classes were done and I waited for bus call, I left the classroom in a rush to get to my bus first. I was determined to get there first. Though, I saw Brian on the other side of the bus lane reaching to my bus. I immediately raced for the bus and made it in to the bus with my victory dance. It probably is not that special for you, but it is for me! 😀

The bus was fun. Reason why is that Xavion (the one who started the big fight yesterday) and his sister was on the bus. A whole new fight started between Jayda with her wussy friend Bailey on her side against Xavion’s sister. It got so real that it almost became a cat fight. It was awesome! Gosh, I love the bus . . .

I finally came home and then relaxed. Though the stress on my mind about the quiz was stressing me. I was destined to make a 90% or above at least. Brian, then, asked for me to come to his house through my brother. I did. We planned to study, but we really slacked off on websites and eventually began watching Silent Hill. But if it weren’t for Brian, I probably would not know a lot of information on the governors then now. So yeah, thanks! Everything has led up to this point in time.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

I Get Locked Out of School?!


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. Video of the day is from the newest ASDF movie. ASDF movie 6! Really funny and incomprehensibly stupid, but the two mix well with each other. MKB brought to my attention about ASDF movie 6 and I realized I NEVER posted a video about it. So, I shall! Enjoy!

Now after you have watched that video, I hope you now will be in a good mood in reading this post. If you have not watched the video, I still highly suggest you watch it, but anyway, let’s begin the day. Let me just skip in to the part where I get into the school. My Mom drives me to school early because my sister has to go early and I just decide I’ll go because I love socializing with the teachers. Plus, I thought it was Tuesday, Teacher Enrichment Day. It was always awkward whenever I entered into the car riders drop off zone because it felt like a thousand people, whom were sitting in the bleachers posted against the group, stared at you. It was especially awkward for me because I felt like they looked at me with such disgust of the acne on my face. Especially when yesterday my Mom put hot onions on my zits, which caused the white-green juice to come to the top and retreat from its inside roots. It looked disgusting, I’ll even admit. It was also embarrassing. I went to the teacher who was always posted at the back wall with his laptop. I told him if I could go see Mrs. Flowers (my homeroom) since it was Tuesday. He looked at me quite confused but more in a “are you stupid?” look. He said he did not know of any meetings with teachers today. I looked at him confused. It’s Tuesday! Teachers meet up! I was seriously face-palming in my mind. He told me that I needed to get my Agenda signed from my homeroom teacher in order to get my stuff upstairs.

I did so. And then came back figuring out it was REALLY Wednesday. I had lied to Mrs. Flowers, saying that I needed to talk to Mrs. Harris. The lie played out nicely and I got my stuff from my backpack. Another student was in the classroom of Mrs. Harris and the teacher herself. So it was just us three. I tried to find things to ask about to my Language Arts teacher while I could, but honestly, I could not find much to talk about. So, I just sat awkwardly in my seat, pretending to be studying on the muscle chart for P.E.; it was a lot of work to remember. Triceps, biceps, deltoid, gastrocnemius, quadriceps, trapezius, gluteus maximus, hamstrings, soleus, etc. Eventually the other student left, seeming happy to be gone. I saw Mr. Dyches across Mrs. Harris’s room opening the door to his locked, dark classroom. Finally. Somebody interesting that I actually like. I really like Mr. Dyches. Probably one of my favorite teachers, especially a teacher of Science. I helped him stack the chairs in his room while also giving him some advice on what he should do about a test being taken on Friday when we just started learning the unit of machines. We discussed until finally Mr. Dyches left the room for something and I heard the bell ring. I quickly left the classroom, with my backpack, and went to get some lunch. Good ol’ Cinnamon Toast Crunch with Chocolate Milk. I made it into a cereal of course and enjoyed it!

Georgia Studies was pretty boring. We went down into the “D” Computer Lab, which was in another part of the school building another story down. We had to take a test in the lab. Unfortunately, while everyone else signed into their profiles for the test, my computer was acting funny. I could not sign in. So all I did was help Brian on my side. I gave him answers by typing the letter choice on the computer. It was a stealthy way of tactically cheating. Which of course is not a good thing, but yet brilliantly done. Finally, halfway when the time in our lab was done, Mr. Iverson came down into the Lab and helped my problem. It now worked. I quickly went through the 50 problems. Most of them were on things I was not quite sure on. Things we learned in the past. Ugh. Mrs. Flowers made a depressing announcement that the best grade made was an 82% (this was while I was still doing my test) and said that others made 78% or failing. It scared me. I did not need a failing grade. At least a 90% or above. Finally, I was the last to leave with a few others because I was late on the test. I left the room by myself, completely lost as to where to go. I thought I found my way when I saw a set of doors that looked the same from which we came from. I entered it and it was NOT the same area. Though I saw an opening of doors to a part of the school building I recognized. I opened the doors to the chilly air outside. I was the only one outside, so I rushed. Classes were about to start. I went to the doors to the next building only to see that they were locked. The bell of the whole school rang. I panicked. I went back to the doors from which I exited from. They were locked too!

What was I supposed to do?! I thought of almost going to the actual front of the school and entering from there, despite the long trip. Thankfully I saw a woman in the building window on the same level as me. I waved my hand like I was needing help. She came quickly and opened the door for me. She immediately inquired, “Why were you out?”. “I got lost,” I answered dully and then finally found my way. I was still somewhat lost, but I found my way back up to the “C” wing and to my classes. I was late, but not too late, thankfully. I will never forget the experience of being locked out. It freaks me out.

All we did in Language Arts was write our final drafts. Savannah, on my side, started to accidentally nudge my arm and almost scratch the pen across my whole paper. Oh yeah, figures out we needed a pen of blue or black ink, so I asked Mrs. Harris for one. Near the end of the class I still had not finished my final draft, so did a bunch of others. So then she gave us the opportunity to finish at home for homework. Thank God!

Math was a little eh. We did a worksheet on Math, which I hate worksheets. Plus my mind was still scattered for some reason. I talked to Samantha on my side. Andrew wasn’t here today. We enjoyed talking and our friendship grew like flowers. xD Finally, we got to go to lunch. Wednesday lunches were the best. Waffles and perfectly sliced chicken breast with waffle syrup and cinnamon apples with Chocolate Milk. Oooh. So good. I sat with the girls at Lunch today and it was nice. Vanessa and I moved up to talk with Avelyn. It was nice and we had many funny moments. What made Lunch even better was the fact that Danielle started talking to me as well as Samantha and Vanessa on the way back to class out of the cafeteria. Bailey saw me and looked at me disapprovingly. She saw that I was talking with the three girls and immediately seemed one up’d. I liked it. It made her look like her face was searing with rage. Ah. Good times. 😛

I finished the worksheet really fast and then relaxed the whole time in Math class until we went to Science. All we did in Science was go over the principles of the machines and the Mechanical Advantages of the machine and then went through this new principle in which I can’t remember. After that, we went back to homeroom. Turns out our homeroom class was locked because the 4th class in Mrs. Flower’s room left for “D” lab which meant that the class was not there therefore leaving the door locked. A lot of people waited impatiently at the door. I came up with a great idea of going around Mr. Iverson’s class and going to Mrs. Flowers to unlock the door. Brian decided to follow me on the way. I unlocked the door and everyone came in. Though what shocked me was that the whole class celebrated Brian and gave him lots of hugs for coming up with the idea of going around and unlocking it. I was completely in shock. Gawked. I did not want to make a big deal, but SERIOUSLY?! I’m blistering with rage thinking about it! Now, though, it was inevitably done and I couldn’t tell anybody that I did it or else they would either not care or just tell me to shut-up or stop lying. Ugh. That is just depressing.

P.E. was barely any fun. We had our Scoliosis check ups. It was awkward and I felt weird having to go into a room and take off my shirt to do some demonstrations. I actually did really good on the test, but the weird thing was that I was given a man doctor, instead of all 3 women doctors I got the 1 male doctor. Otherwise it was good. Then, finally, we got our height and weight checked in. On the way, the topic of me having a liking for paper came up. Avelyn and Erick and I discussed whether it would make me homosexual or straight. Finally then, they said it would be both ways. So then I agreed and then said out loud “So that would make me bisexual.” The people behind me started busting out laughing. I looked back, abashed. Seriously? I was just joking, first of all, second of all, they heard it in wrong context. One of the guys who heard me, which were one of the people who for some reason disgusted me, looked at me and said I was “gay” and I responded back saying it’s not true. He said to shut-up and that it was truest thing that came out of my mouth. Now that I think about it, I wish I would have talked back.

I sat back in P.E. line thinking how people were now going to spread rumors of me being bisexual over a single discussion I had with friends. Gosh I hate this school. I mostly hate me for being so stupid. Goshdangit. Drama was easy, well actually hard from the worksheet part. I absolutely dislike worksheets. I don’t know, worksheets and I don’t mix well. On the brighter side, I got a 100% on my Drama quiz on Shakespeare. When I got home riding on the bus Xavion (a 6th grader) and Bailey started getting into a fight because Bailey started something. Xavion, though, ended it with epicness. I cannot exactly say what they said because most of it is inappropriate, but it was really good and made me laugh so hard that tears came out my mouth. Eventually we start doing another Rubber Band war in the bus, only to have Mr. Paul end it so sadly. Though, instead, when everyone left and it was just us neighborhood kids, we decided to meet up in our neighborhood. We did. Sarah, Erick, Marquel, Brian, Patricia, some girl (can’t remember name), and I met up. We started walking and instead of playing rubber band war we just played Bounty Hunter. The first EVER Bounty Hunter game played in our neighborhood. It will be memorable. 🙂 We played all the way until 8 o’clock at night. Though then the sun was JUST lowering down. So yeah, it wasn’t really dark. All events have finally led up to now.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

The “Hobbit” is Spectacular!


Hey guys! Andrew here! In a quick short summarize of the whole day. I do NOT, at the moment, have time to post a video/song for you guys. Sorry. We’ll just delve quickly into this post.

It was a better day from yesterday. A lot better. I got an 98% on my huge Georgia Studies test grade. Woop! The rest of the day went normally. I took a Math test as well and feel pretty confident I made a 100% or 98%. I also took a Drama Quiz over Shakespeare in which I believe I made a 100% for sure on that quiz. So yeah. Good grades right now!

I watched the Hobbit after playing with Brian in our house for a little while. He left and all that was left were 2 hours of absolute relaxation and watching of the “Hobbit”. I’ve been waiting to watch it and my gosh, it is a beautiful movie. If you are not a LOTR (Lord of the Rings) fan you STILL will enjoy this. Amazing visuals, graphics, scenery, etc. I’ll probably post a “Movie Perspective” since I am so low on those. That seems to be all for today. Nothing else SPECIAL happened, besides rubber-band war on the school bus back home.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

This Monday is Really Depressing . . .


Hey guys. Andrew here. Bringing you a new post of my daily life. Only that I don’t feel as motivated to show you guys a video/song special at the beginning of my post like I usually do. I’m really sad. No; more like depressed. I feel so caged in. I don’t know. My feelings are quite messed up right now. I’ll explain … I just want to get my feelings out.

So yeah, usual day. I wake up, get ready to go to school. This time, though, my Mom drove me to school for early preparation of the big Georgia Studies test today. I arrived around 8:17 AM. About 2 minutes after the session was supposed to begin. There was already a big crowd of people in the room. It was awkward when I walked in, yet I felt like no one acknowledged me while at the same time they were staring at me. Keila, my friend, who recently has been quiet to me and has not felt like talking to me, was walking with me to the class. She was quiet, of course. She sat behind me at a desk with another girl. I was the only one besides the two of them in that desk. Others had their own group desks with highly self-esteemed people at their tables that just blurted out random things to get everyone’s attention and idolize them while also getting the teacher mad. That’s something I realized. You can’t really be so called “popular” in my middle school unless your disruptive and hate school, otherwise the school will think of you as a freak.

The study session was kind of awkward. I was wearing a church sweater. The fancy ones you would see grown-ups wearing at churches. I thought the selection would be fine, plus I’ve seen a lot of so called “cool” or “popular” people do it. So I’m not quite abnormal. Except in this situation, I felt like everyone was staring at me from the back as the teacher announced questions. A lot of other teams came and it was becoming increasingly boring. Shahnil, my old friend who used to sit next to me in Health class, came to set at my desk and another boy did as well when class was going through. Kevin, a very funny and popular person in our school arrived in the class. Everyone recognized him, positively. Even the teacher said “hello” and “how are you doing?”. I felt quite surprised. Kevin was always getting citations and referrals (bad punishments). I was a good student, on the other hand. Yet she did not even acknowledge me in the room and she acknowledged with much friendliness Kevin. Ugh. I don’t know. It gets me really angry thinking about it.

Once we were finished with the studying and the school bell rang, signaling the arrival of the school buses arriving at the school, I got my Georgia Studies textbook and began the day. Homeroom was dull. That is probably too over exaggerated  but most of the time I watched other people laugh and have fun in the classroom while I watched them. The insane part is that whenever I tried to laugh and agree with their jokes, they would tell me to turn around in my seat and to shut-up. Ugh. It’s crazy.  I was hoping that Mary was going to drop something next to me and ask nicely if I could help her with that, which would make me feel like a good person. Unfortunately, no. I felt so lonely. Even Bryce next to me barely talked to me. We did our test in the class and thankfully I felt like I understood 95% of it, approximately. So I feel good. Until Conner started throwing spitballs at my back. He continued to do it during the whole class. It was extremely annoying and I felt helpless. I wanted to tell him to stop every time I turned around, but the teacher had warned us that if we talked we got a 0% on our test.

Language Arts was no fun either. Just work and seeing other people have fun in the class. Savannah seemed to be too busy talking to Ethan, who I recently have found him to be quite weird. I don’t want to say queer because I don’t want to be mean, but he’s something different. Which is completely fine. But when I get judged by other people that say I’m weird for how I look and act and I compare that to Ethan who is always talking to girls and has his own group, I feel like there’s something wrong. We had to work on some worksheet for warm-up and then work on our rough draft. I felt even worse when the Language Arts teacher actually checked Savannah’s paper next to me and said she was doing an excellent job. No, not just excellent. Brilliant. She checked others and left her comments, but she completely ignored mines. Mines was probably the longest of everyone and contained great spelling, vocabulary, and print. Yet, she did not check out mines. UGH. The only time she talked to me was when she lectured me for not reading a book after finishing all the work first and gave me a book about mythological Gods. I had to go to the bathroom eventually, so I went. And during the time there, I heard the class bells echo through the hall way (since the bathrooms are posted on the side of the “C” hall way) and I immediately jumped up from my seat, sucked in whatever I was letting out and went back to my class. It took almost 5 minutes to get back to the class to pick up my stuff. A lot of people, especially from Language Arts class, looked at me weirdly and telling me I was stupid. Ignoring it, I went to get my stuff, only to find Mason, a boy in my Science look at my stuff and almost take it. I told him not to touch it, which stirred up a lot of attention. A lot of girls told me to chill. Why? He was about take stuff from my backpack! 😦

Math was probably the only fun thing. Well, sort of. We went over some rules of graphing and our Math teacher told us that we were going to have a test on all the parts that we learned this unit. Including elimination method, substitution method, and graphing method. It was easy, altogether. I’m hoping I’ll get an easy 100%. Lunch was a bit interesting. Vanessa bought me an ice-cream of chocolate chip. At first it was on my side of my desk, but then it was gone. It was gone and Vanessa said she could not buy me another one when she already bought me one. Understandable, yet I felt horrible. Danielle, on my side, revealed to me that she had taken the ice-cream and gave it back to me. I ate it with delight. The chocolate taste warmed up my taste buds. Probably the BEST thing I ever tasted today. When we got back in Math we did the homework and I had Samantha sit next to me and Shirlign, of course, needed help from me with the homework. This time I tried to have her try the equations herself instead of helping her all the way! She did really well and I was completely fine with not turning in my homework since I could do it at home. Eventually during the end of class, Shirlign was sad that she was going to be able to finish her homework since she did not get it, but I decided to do her the favor of taking her homework and doing it for her. When you look back at it from a different perspective, it seems she cheated me. But when you look at my perspective, I felt good and special. She threw in a few “I love you” for thanks. So I felt good. xD

Science was boring and sucked. When I thought I had finished my Science homework, Brian, who sat next to me, revealed to me that there was a back of the page. So I quickly did it and managed to turn it in in time. Others were not there, so they got the advantage of getting an extra few days. When the teacher started going over a notes study guide he sat next to our table and whenever I looked at him, I saw Conner behind him. Same Conner who threw spitballs at me. Whenever it appeared I looked at him the slightest he told me to turn around and gave me a stare which resulted in a lot of laughs from the girls saying that I was stupid and looked retarded. I tried to ignore it until it got worse. When Patrick started talking to a new boy in our class who was also named Brian. They started talking and I told him, as a joke, that Patrick was “stupid”, but only as a joke. Brian immediately spilled the joke at Patrick and Patrick made threatening notes to me. He also told me that I was gay and to shut up. Then it got into a quick argument. He then started saying he was smarter than me, because he was Asian, and I told him that Asians get advice and help from in class (which is true in a lot of test cases) and that I have better grades than him (he has a 69% in the class). Then randomly, the girl (can’t remember her name) sitting next to me got into it and said to shut up and that I was annoying and not Patrick. Crazy thing was that she was always copying off my work and I always was nice to her. Now she turns on me? UGH! SO MANY UGH’S. 😦

I kept a straight face throughout the class. As the class continued to interrupt the teacher and make funny jokes, I looked all serious and I was completely depressed in that moment. No signs on twitching even at the funniest joke. Brian noticed me and tried to cheer me up. Eventually when the teacher said that the class always interrupts him, Brian pointed at me and said that I was always listening. Conner, same one from all that I have mentioned of him, butted in and said I talk all the time. EXCUSE ME? You have to be joking! Just thinking about it makes me want to go into a rant and rage until I tear my hair apart. The only good thing in Science was that I got to hug Mackenzie in class when we left. Otherwise it was completely chaos and emotional war in my mind. I looked completely normal, but I was completely bugged out.

When we went back into homeroom and finally got dismissed, Vanessa noticed how I was sad and depressed and invited me to go out with her sometime to eat some ice-cream. It sounded good. Hopefully my mother obliged. I went to P.E. afterwards. It was actually better than most P.E.s. Sahil was actually nice to me and the girls in P.E. were nice as well to me. Laughing at my jokes and making conversation with me instead of looking weird at me and thinking I’m crazy. We did some nice exercises and we were told of a special scanning of the scoliosis (a spine injury or condition) that we were soon going to do. We had to watch a video from there about it and then we were given permission slips about it. Then I left to Drama. I talked to Cole on the way. Probably one of the only few popular guys who did not hate me or think I was weird. I talked to him about how I hated the school and did a rant about it. I also told him about the Conner situation and asked if he could ask him why Conner was so mean to me. He obliged to do so. Drama, otherwise was quite interesting, despite Brody on my side shooting wasps at me (a certain rubber-band and spitball mechanism that really stings you like a wasp). Otherwise it was great. We did Shakespeare part actor rolls today. I got to have one part. It had only one line in the whole speech. It was still an honor to have to speak, at least to me. Afterwards, I left the school and went to the school bus. The school bus was kind of saddening as well. Adrian, though, was particularly nice. Jayduh and Bailey surprisingly sat next to Adrian and started calling us dorks and interrupted every conversation we had.

I sat next to Brian and he defended me a lot when Erick started to get crazy and make fun of me. Though most of the time I did not understand him because he was an Asian speaking really fast in a black accent and voice mixed with his Asian voice, so yeah. No racist. 😛 We then started getting into a “yo mamma” competition and threw some at each other. A lot of the ones I knew everyone seemed to know, so I said them anyway and it was all in jokes. Unfortunately, a lot of people took me too serious and said that was lame or not funny. It was not supposed to. Gosh I feel like most of my school are completely idiots. At least a lot of the ones I know. Every other “yo mamma” joke everyone else made made people laugh or nobody said anything and then eventually got it. I said a “yo mamma” joke referring to Patrick Star and then one of the girls said that I was Patrick Star or that I looked like him? Pardon my French, but what the ****? How do I look like him in  anyway? It was sincerely stupid and even thinking about it now sickens my brain. Eventually the bus started calming down a little more when it was just the group of us from our neighborhood and we were really funny then.

Finally, I got home and told my Mom of the positive things of the day. She gave me warmed up rice and eggs for dinner and then I ate milk with Melville cheerios. One of my best cereals, despite how plain it is. My Mom watched Doctor Who during the day until I started playing on her iPad for a little bit and then gave it back to her. I contemplated in my room for awhile and then asked my Dad to check how my grades were. I barely increased on Science. A 78%. Math was 95%. Language Arts 88%. Georgia Studies 86%. Nothing really changed. Not even Language Arts! My Language Arts teacher told me she was going to update our grades with the Writing Test details when she had not. Plus my grades were barely increasing. Science had increased by 2%. I was still in the 70s. Ugh. Another ugh and the last of them. I ranted to my Dad about how I barely felt my grades go and how they dropped low whenever I got an 80% on a test grade. It was depressing. My Dad, of course, thought I was crazy and said I was thinking stupidly. So yeah. Nothing there to talk about. The day has led up to now. I must go do Bible Time. I pray it goes well and I pray tomorrow goes well as well. Hopefully. I would hate to have another day like this. It just weakens me…

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Hopefully you are having a better day than me, bye!

Another Great Math Grade?


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life! Apologies for further notice, especially to Mary-Kate. I kind of listened to a song she told me not to listen to (not purposely, VH1 made me) and I kind of got hooked onto it! Sorry! Here is the song: Suit and Tie from Justin Timberlake. I’m sorry. It’s contagious! D: Enjoy!

Okay now to the day.

Woke up today, as usual, and made my way to the bus. My Mom made my hair really nice today, going up and stuff. Though my hair is becoming long and I need to start shortening it or give it a haircut! But besides that, the bus wasn’t that entertaining when I went on, although, recently, I’ve become slowly friends with Adrian’s friend, Matt. Before he would call me “gay” all the time. Now we’re kind of chill. The bus took us to school as usual and I went to “C” wing with Samantha. We talked on the way and had our usual chilled expressions. We talked like we were normally friends, though we barely knew each other. Once I entered the “C” wing, I went to get myself some breakfast. I had NOT had breakfast, so I got myself some breakfast. Luckily, this time, they had Cinnamon toast crunch (cereal) in a packet with chocolate milk. So I got myself a spoon and the cinnamon toast crunch with the chocolate milk so I could pour chocolate milk into the cinnamon toast crunch packet and eat it like cereal. I was kind of nervous because everyone would think it would be weird, but I’ve always wanted to try it. I did and it was awesome. Chocolate milk with cinnamon tastes flowing through my taste buds satisfied me in every way. Not in that way though. 😛

Not such a good grade in Georgia Studies. I got an 80% on the Georgia Studies quiz. Reason why that is different from yesterday’s grade from my Poetry Quiz of 84% is because a lot of normally bad people who got bad grades got 100% on the quiz, plus the quiz was 9 questions. So yeah. I’m kind of disappointed about that.

In Language Arts we finished up our classwork projects of our birth-life autobiography all the way to current time. I finished mines first and she liked it. Then she announced that we were going to be writing a narrative even though she said from the time we were practicing for the writing test that we were not going to write for the rest of the year. Lies! Anyway, I was quite annoyed by the fact that we were told we were going to do a rough draft for the narrative. I despise doing rough drafts. I love just going to writing and then editing, simple and less time spent.

Math was awesome. We did our notes and warm-up to get ready for our Elimination method quiz for the Math class. I missed, surprisingly, a lot of the warm-up questions (they were not graded, though) and got confused. I felt like my brain was going to crumble and get me a bad grade, though when I got the quiz I decided to man up and think straight. Just when I finished the first problem in the quiz we had to go to lunch. We had to do 4 questions in total of the quiz. So if I missed one I would be done for. 75%. O.O Lunch was kind of agonizing. I told Danielle, who was on my side, that I talked to the boy she liked in Drama class and mentioned that I asked if he knew a girl called Danielle. She got really mad and started cussing at me. It was kind of difficult to tell if she was laughing while she was mad or just mad. A lot of people’s attention was caught around. Some boys behind me were telling her to beat me up and then Brianna, who was sitting in front of me threw a dirty pizza into my tray and got sauce allover my broccoli. Lunch was depressing. I felt like everyone was against me. Vanessa was too busy being tired and depressed about her relationship which really annoyed me up to this point. Finally, then, we went back to Math class. Vanessa barely talked on the way back to class. I finished the Math quiz first when we got back and immediately my Math teacher graded my quiz and said I got a 100% on the quiz. Awesome!

Science was kind of boring. We were about to watch a movie where we were going to have a quiz all about, but then we were supposed to be going to the Lab to work on high-school and career information for the future. I found a job, from the survey I did based on my likes and skills, that can pay up to $200,000. It was a Petroleum Engineer. It seemed really cool and plus it involved a lot of Mathematics and Science. Two subjects I would NOT usually prefer, but lately I’ve been loving the subjects. Then eventually I played Run on the website coolmath games. The only website allowed to play on the school computers.

Connections were terribly boring. In the fitness lab I got removed from my normal group and set up with worse players in a bad station. I was set in the yoga station while others did leg exercises and push-ups and pull-ups on the work-out machines. It sucked. But eh. Drama wasn’t really any better. Brody started hitting me and decided to back away from him since he was becoming too violent. I told him to eventually stop because we were starting to watch a biographical movie on Shakespeare and he was distracting me AND hurting me. He stopped and felt abashed, yet I did not pity him. Lol. I also told Patrick, who is initially from my previous Science class and also now in my P.E., to turn around in his seat whenever he spotted attention at our table. Not to be mean, but he would always say it, so I gave him a taste of his own medicine. 😛

Then, finally, we went to buses after school ended and I was driven home. All the events have led up to now. So yeah. I’m done!

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

 

I Nearly Get A Citation?! (Punishment)


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post. Of course, hello to the new people from allover the world. It always seems somebody from out of America is reading my blog or somebody IN America is reading it, so, hello! Hopefully you won’t have pedophile  tendencies for a 13 year old like me. Hehe. xD Anyway, here’s the video of the day! Enjoy!

It’s not really a song, well, it is, but it’s a parody rap sort of from ERB. I love them so much! 😀

So let’s start about the day! I slept graciously throughout the night up until my Mom woke me up and I had to get ready for school. When all my things and clothes were set up, my sister, Patricia, my Mom, and I waited for the bus. Usually the bus arrived at 8:40 AM, but this time it decided to be a little late and come around 8:50 AM. My Mom and I were a bit worried we missed the bus and that my Mom might have to drive us to school again, but luckily the bus arrived on time and when I went to my bus stop I talked with Erick and we both agreed that we thought we missed the bus. When finally we got on the bus, nothing exciting really occurred at that point. There WAS a lot of commotion and I seemed to be energized, but otherwise, not too much happened. I talked with Brian a lot and told Erick on the bus a fake story about how Brian and I sent an prank e-mail message to our Georgia Studies teacher. Of course it was a joke and not serious, but it was funny to think about happening.

I walked with Marquel to the “C” wing where finally Brian caught up with me and I picked myself an orange juice and a fruity tooties cup. It was all they had, at the moment, and plus I was really hungry. It seems like something good to eat, but trust me, the fruity tooties are stale. But on a worse note, when we began Georgia Studies class when homeroom was over we took a quiz. It was a 10 question quiz but technically, at the same time, a 9 question quiz because the 10th question was a question we did not go over and counted as a bonus point for those who wanted to try it out. Of course I did, because bonus points were always good, no matter what! When I finished I felt nervous. I was nervous for this one question and was hoping that I got a 100% on the quiz. That would have been really nice.

Language Arts was pretty interesting, actually. We had to a bellringer for class about a life-event diagram we did for classwork. Then we got our grades from the Poetry Quiz test and the Poem Homework test. Astonishingly, I got an 84% and a 100% on the homework. I was actually negatively astonished by the fact that I got an 84% because that was NOT acceptable in my family’s terms. 90% or above. What then finally reassured me was when the Language Arts teacher announced that I had the highest grade in the class. I guess that could count as an excuse for my Mom. Afterwards, for the last assignment in class, we did a classwork project involving a long piece of paper where we involve significant events that occurred in our lives from birth to our current age right now. I finished about 3/4 of the project within that allotted amount of time and then finished up the class.

Math was pretty easy too. The elimination method that we were learning in Math came pretty easy to mind, then, eventually, Andrew on my side, started talking about funny things which easily subsided me from focus. Luckily, then, it was only Notes we were taking in class and plus we got to go to lunch. I decided to sit with Andrew and his friend this time along with the ghetto/urban popular girls. I never really mentioned in my previous posts that when I sit with Andrew and his friend that I sit with those types of girls. I don’t really have a problem with any of those girls, it’s just that sometimes they annoy me. The lunch was nice otherwise. When the class got back from lunch our Math teacher announced that we were going to forget about the notes and forget about finishing it at this point and do our homework. This time, our Math teacher decided to take it up for today instead of having it wait for tomorrow. I wanted to prove to her that I could do this fast and easy, which was true, but lately I haven’t needed to do that. But I tried with my greatest effort. It became even more difficult because Shirlign, a girl I mentioned in my previous posts, turned to me and asked for help on her Math homework. It was easy explaining to her about what to do because all I needed to do was remind her, but she easily forgot. Somehow I managed to finish the whole homework while helping Shirlign with a few problems. Eventually, as well, Shirlign started telling us about this weird boy she had in her new “Health” connection and how he acted like a 5 year old in a fantasy world. Andrew and I laughed our butts off until they flew out the classroom. Lol.

Science, instead today, was crazy. We had a substitute teacher who immediately showed a lot of confidence in her work and whenever someone spoke in the class she gave them immediate citations. She announced all the work that we were supposed to do:

1. Do all vocabulary words on Chapter 8 (which consisted of 20 pages) including diagrams explaining the vocabulary words.

2. Answer reading check questions throughout the chapter (which ALSO consisted of 20 pages to study over)

3. Take a small review of the chapter.

All of this was to be done within the class time or else a referral or citation was going to be given to those who did not do their classwork. I could not believe this. All this work? When the substitute teacher–which she finally announced her name (Mrs. Dunkers)–asked if there were any questions, I answered back saying “I’m confused.”  She replied saying “With which part?” I replied, confused. “EVERYTHING!” Apparently I was somewhat rude to her and she decided to put me on the citation list. WTF? Like serious. I was answering your question. It was even more frustrating when people who were talking in the class time got about 3+ chance warnings and I got a citation off the bat. When I FINALLY finished the classwork and turned it in I asked if I could not have a citation on my list. She answered “Let’s see how you do when you leave.” At that point I decided not to do or say anything, except work. We had to do a major section review for the homework and I worked over 1 problem to only have the class bell rang. I’m guessing I don’t have a citation now.

Connections were barely any interesting. In P.E. we did not have to dress out in our Gym clothes, rather we went outside to the second story of the school building and went into the fitness lab to watch a fitness video. Drama wasn’t all that entertaining or exciting either. He just showed us a lot of information of kings and queens in during the time leading up to Shakespeare, which was the person we are going to initially study. Finally when class was over and I was to move to buses after the bus call, I went to the bus and went home. Unfortunately, I accidentally got seated with Erick and he happened to be mad, which resulted in a lot of him smacking my head and punching me. It did come to near point of bullying and abuse but it was all in simple fun and plus we smiled afterwards. Though he does need to know his limits and I have to eventually show to him that I’m not a wimp. Suggestions in the comments would be awesome. 🙂

The ride to home was not very eventful, honestly. Except that Bryan made a funny joke on the bus when defending me from Erick when he said that I was going to work at McDonalds my whole life. Bryan said: “This is you in the future: Plastic or Paper?”. The whole bus died laughing.

When I came home, I immediately when to Bryan’s house and started working the Science homework with him, then I came home. Then I did Bible time after I played the iPad and now I’m writing up to this point. Oh yeah, I don’t really mention this, but I am currently writing my book and today I finished chapter 2. So yeah, I’ll try to mention that. 🙂

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

Sorry For Lack of Posting


Ugh. SO MANY POSTS OF APOLOGIES. But in all honesty, I’m really sorry that I have not been posting the past two days. I was on a good streak of posting everyday this March, but I guess I’ve lost my streak. :/ It’s not that I’ve run out of things to post about, that’s already taken care of. It just sucks that.

1. Lack of time management to write my posts.

2. Dramatic events in life that for some reason I feel sensitive to talk about.

3. People who read this post will tell my parents what they read.

4. Certain people read my post and can interpret how I feel.

So yeah. I’m really sorry. Before, in my 11’s and 12’s, I would freely rant or complain on my blog about the fact that somebody was being mean and life was not going well. Now, I don’t know. I’ll try to mention EVERY detail as much as possible, even if it tears me to death, but I’ll do my best. So, I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow with a new post, hopefully. Bye!

-ACP

Homework is Stressful


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. I guess this intro sentence is going to be my motto, sort of, in my posts. Initially, my main motto for this blog is “A Freedom of Speech Blog”. So, there you go. Video/song of the day now down below! This is actually just a video of Minecraft gameplay. If video games is not your cup of tea, I still suggest you watch this episode. It may include a few cuss words, but I try to ignore them and try not to learn from it. This video is actually the 1st episode of the popular series created by the Youtube name, TheSyndicateProject, called The Minecraft Project. At this point of time, The Minecraft Project is about to reach episode #300, so this is really ancient. Way before Minecraft had installed food bars, experience, etc. Maybe recorded around later 2010 to the near middle of 2011. Not sure, but anyway, enjoy!

Now to my day. This post is going to be really short, as in less than 1000 words included in this post. Reason why is because I’m not feeling too well and that will be explained as we read into the post. So, let me just skip to the point in time where I went to eat breakfast and entered homeroom. I picked up breakfast, a simple orange juice and fruity tooties. Honestly, in reluctance, I took the fruity tooties because I was forced to take an entre. Now I wish I would have whole-heartily eaten in. Instead, in homeroom, I threw it away and drank my orange juice. Turns out we were supposed to be working on the full packet we received yesterday, but I completely forgot about it and did not work on it at all, so I did what I could. The packet was due Friday. Oh brother. Georgia Studies class was not so entertaining. Just mostly working on the packet and some of my vocabulary notes on the notepad.

We were in the “C” lab for Language Arts today. I had to write down my mini essay summary of the song “Fix You” that I had selected for the Music Poetry Project. It took me less than 10 minutes to write the whole 3 long paragraphs, with a little bit of improvisation. Most of the time, I payed attention to the paper and just clicked on the keyboard because I was so customary to typing on the keyboard, I could do it really fast and without looking. Manuel, eventually, during the near end of class, saw me do it and was so astonished that he asked a girl sitting right next to me in the row of seats to look at me. This was my time to show my skills in computer typing. I typed as fast as I could a random sentence without looking. Peter, as well, spied over to see what the commotion was. Eventually a lot more people came in. Even Brianna, who dared me to write down the McDonalds motto down on the computer without looking and fast. When I wrote in the BA-DA-BA-BA-BA without looking she nearly jumped out of her seat in astonishment, being surprised that I used the dashes so easily. Savannah and Aleia eventually came into witness and so did a bunch of people. I was the main attention and was really happy of it, though it had to come to an end eventually. I did really enjoy the sensation, though.

Math was pretty easy for the day, despite the fact that I continued to mess up on this one step in the substitution where I can combine like terms in the equations which in some cases I had to subtract or add the like terms. I went to the Math teacher and she looked at me funny, as if I were supposed to get this and why was I wasting her time. She explained it to me very briefly, expecting me to now get it. I sort of did, but I did not want to take much more of her time and attract the whole classroom’s attention. Lunch wasn’t as entertaining, besides that I decided to sit next to Andrew this time and his friend, who I can’t remember his name, and made fun of his friend buying a long Popsicle with a purple tip on top. It was fun altogether, but not as eventful. Math ended casually with us leaving.

Science was boring as well. I don’t know why. We just watched a 20 minute video and had Mr. Dyches show us a cool theory of Isaac Newton being demonstrated, involving Isaac Newton’s 3rd Law of Motion. It was pretty cool, especially with Brian sitting next to me, we had fun talking. I remembered a lot of the Penguinz0 jokes that we watched and told him. He still continued to laugh a lot.

Afterwards, we went to homeroom and then transitioned to P.E., which was a pretty boring time. We played Star Warz. It wasn’t as fun having me throw the balls and tag people out because I did not really have a strong throwing arm, but when I was placed Jedi Knight in Star Warz, it was epic beast mode time. I saved a lot of people and did not get pegged with the ball at all. Afterwards when I transitioned to Health class, I felt my ankles burn, like fire. Literally. It was weird. We took a Health Final Exam, summarizing nearly everything we learned since school started in January. I got a 90% grade near the end, which was happy. As long as it was a 90% grade or above I was good. I felt good afterward as I went to my bus after school ended. The bus was a little bit funny, but not as entertaining with Adrian and his friend continuing to call me gay randomly for no reason. When I got home afterwards, I was filled with homework and I procrastinated throughout the day by watching Lord of the Rings with my Mom. Ugh. Now I have to do it. Gosh. Anyway, everything has led up to here. I have passed the 1000 word mark, so I stop here.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP