So, Thinking of What To Say


Hey guys. So Andrew here. Bringing you just another post. I don’t feel like I want to speak on my daily life right now currently cause there is some stuff that is great going on but also some drama. In the past I wish I would have posted about all this drama so I can just vent about it all I want, but now people I know read my blog. And I feel like I’m in conflict. What if they read up about my feelings? They actually get to know what I’m thinking about them. It was funny. My best friend Michael, his Mom had just read up on me about how I thought about the vacation with his family in South Colorado. Apparently, his Mom, according to Michael, said that I made his family look bad, which I can understand from his Mom’s point that I shouldn’t mention them if I say something slightly negative, but at the same time I feel like: okay, you’re gonna read my blog and my inner thoughts and what I feel then chastise me? I’m not imposing the idea that I don’t like her reading my blog, but I mean, get ready. These are my thoughts. I speak my thoughts. Not all of it, of course. There’s a certain level of respect I have for people’s privacy, but if you come into contact with my life I will write about you. At the most I won’t mention your name if you would like me to, but this is my blog. So I’ve come to an final conclusion. Kinda funny how I said “final” and “conclusion”; basically the same thing. I am going to exploit my thoughts about the people. And if they get butt-hurt then come talk to me. So yea. Big decision. I feel like I’m posting one paragraph/one message articles to you guys. Kinda of interesting. Anyway, see you all. Gotta watch the Walking Dead Premiere tonight. 🙂 Bye.

-ACP

 

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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

My Opinion (Very Briefly) on My Sister’s Attitude


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. It’s a little bit weird that I have not posted in what seems to be several weeks. 2 or 1, give or take. I apologize sincerely for that. To whom am I apologizing? I don’t even know . . . To whoever is reading this! Maybe my future self when I’m approximately in my 20’s or 30’s. Oh gosh, I can’t even think of myself as that old of an adult. BUT, without wandering off topic, I will try to focus my days on blogging and posting. Not particularly this week because I have big CRCT tests, but the general idea of me going back to posting everyday will try to be taken back into command, hopefully. In the meantime, as I usually do in the beginning of my posts, I shall play you guys and girls a song that I have recently enjoyed and with hope that you enjoy it too! Also, before I give you guys this song, I fixed the followers bug. Turns out there was something I connected my blog to that gave me extra followers. But NOW it is fixed! Here’s the song finally!

Okay, so my day, in very brief terms . . .

Well, on Friday (the day before today [Saturday]), my brother, Matthew, decided to make both of us sleep on the first floor in our living room, on our couches, while my sisters went on a sleepover with their friends. At first, I was skeptical, but then I obliged. It was not too bad sleeping on the couches. I wake up to today pretty simple and go straight to the Office and use the computer. I was sort of hesitant to going to the computer since my Mom said that I was not allowed to play on the computer in the middle of the night and it was near 6 o’clock in the morning. I took the risk anyway with thankfully no one coming to peep on me. I enjoyed a few hours of watching Syndicate play the new map on Black Ops II Zombies called “Mob of the Dead”. Boy, that is such a good map. Wish I could enjoy some of that. xD

Once that was done, I waited throughout the day until my Mom finished watching a show on TV to play some Skyrim on the PS3. I’ve completely decided to go playing all Skyrim and progress swiftly through the game because lately all of the first person shooter games have been quite a difficulty and the gameplay is getting boring. Though I did have some difficulty with these vampires in a random cave I decided to explore in Skyrim. It took about 30 minutes of game time until eventually I decided I should go explore somewhere else. I decided to pickpocket a lot of people to get my experience up. I finally got to level up once from level 31 to 32. It takes a long time from my experience of gaming. 😛

But besides gaming, after I was done playing I went outside to practice some parkour and then went attempted to go to Brian’s house and see if I could play with him. Unfortunately, it seemed, he wasn’t there. So I went back to my house and went into my backyard to find my Dad discussing with my brother, Matthew. I was about to go inside as I was passing by when my Dad told me not to go inside and said that he wanted me to stay outside with them. Eventually my Dad started talking with me and we began talking very random things throughout the time. We also managed to fix a problem with the hula hoop we had. Fixing it had a special unusual feeling to it. My Dad took no hesitation to expressing his feelings about feeling special about fixing something. It was a good feeling, but for some reason my feelings were completely mute and I felt too lazy to react to anything. My Dad then began talking to me and reminded me about how I can control my feelings and emotions and not let my lazy ambition take over my well-being, which put a more positive mood on my day.

Afterwards I decided to pick up a book I’ve had over the past recent weeks. I borrowed a book from the library called “Dormia”. A really interesting book I must admit. I read for approximately 1 hour and a half outside. At a lot of points, since I was outside by myself in the nice air and nature, I spoke aloud the words of the book as if I were speaking to a class. At one point as I was reading, a group of bugs surrounded around my knee and sat down, not moving whatsoever. It appeared as if they just sat there patiently listening to me speaking the book. It was quite a funny experience. Despite how much little time I read on the book in comparison to a lot more people who read books with a greater compassion, I got through about 60 pages of the book. No matter what anybody thinks, I believe that is an amazing progression from recently what I’ve done. But I do admit that before, when I read previous books, I could read 100 pages everyday with no problem. All it takes is just getting back into the game, that’s all.

After I was done reading outside for awhile, my sister, Anabelle came outside. Apparently she came back from the sleepover. She told me about how one of her friends, Sarah (whom I thought at first she was talking about Sarah next door [I thought that immediately Sarah could have heard me talking to myself]), wanted to talk to me. At first I denied the request, annoyed by how Anabelle was smiling and it was all a joke. But then eventually I obliged to only have half way me interrupted by Anabelle telling me how she did not ACTUALLY need me. I decided to go back to reading when my Dad called me over next to him and told me about this book he was reading. Some of the information and the topic along with it was somewhat related to what I was reading in Dormia. I told my Dad of this and we began talking for a long time when suddenly Anabelle popped out of nowhere and grabbed my book when I was away, which really ticked me off. My Dad saw it too. He started yelling at her, not too hard though. Don’t worry. 😛

Turns out Sarah wanted to play a prank on me and tell Anabelle to take away my book. My Dad finished talking to Anabelle and sent her away. Then, my Dad and I finally finished discussing when Patricia came with Alicia and Sarah downstairs to eat brownies with us after they ate lunch. The brownies were exquisite, honestly. But on a greater thought, my sister began discussing with my Dad about this game called the “Oregon Trail”. For all who don’t know what the game is about, I implore you to search it up on Google or Safari or whatever because I do not feel like taking the time and words to post the description of the game. But anyway, my sister talked for a good whole lunch and dessert time about the game and my Dad was nearly convinced to buy the game on the iPad when it was only 99 cents and the description of the game seemed to impress him. Afterwards, I dismissed myself from the room, and the rest of the day was a blur up until my parents began watching this show on National Geographic (so glad we now have the channel), called “80’s The Decade That Made Us”. A good show showing a lot of what occurred during the 80’s. Finally, Alicia had to pick her up along with her friend Sarah.

When we finished watching the show, my Dad went away with his laptop for a little bit, and my Mom and I and my sister began watching the Breakfast Club. We started watching it yesterday, but only an hour of it. We finished it today and the movie was really good.

During the movie, my sister, Patricia, started giving a speech/rant about how one of the characters in the Breakfast Club was acting like a complete jerk. I was completely fine with this statement until she started jerking her head around as if every word that was spoken out of her mouth had an “umph” to it. I inquired her with why she said that. She did not answer and of course my Mom came into the situation and defended her. Then my sister began making more jerks and started giving some comebacks saying that I liked her before when she did not have an attitude because I liked her when she was shy and did not talk and then went on some gibberish saying that I liked her back then when she did not have a personality. All of those claims are just pure dog poop. That’s probably the meanest word I can say on this blog besides “crap”. Trust me, I have meaner words intended for how ridiculous I think this sounds.

My Mom even comes further into the discussion saying that she likes it that Patricia now has a personality and has some attitude. Uh, hello? Am I the only one who thinks that you can have a personality without an attitude as a girl. I mean, when you’re in necessary situations I would understand, but in simple things like this, I don’t believe it should be tolerated. Call me crazy, but I find attitude in girls, especially my own family members to be very unattractive and I don’t like it in any way. Eventually, during the conversation, I just gave up and said that these are not my kids and I’ll do this when I have my own kids. It sucks. But I had to, or at least I decided to.

At the end of the day, I took a shower and then my Mom rinsed my hair with vinegar due to the excessive scratching on my hair and irritation from the dandruff. Otherwise nothing else for the day. Everything has now led up to now.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

I Get An Amazing Score on Battlefield 2


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life! Here’s the video/song of the day! The song is called Blue by Gemini. One of my favorite songs recently and I really enjoy the melody of it and get carried away easily into the song. So enjoy!

Okay, so today was really nice. Most of the school was pretty boring. Nothing too eventful occurred in school besides the quiz I took on Georgia Studies. I got a 93% on the quiz because I missed one question out of 14 questions. Otherwise, it was a really good grade. I took a Science quiz, also, but did not get the opportunity to finish it, so I said I’ll finish later. I also was given the opportunity to do a Section Review practice for extra points on the BIG test next week. So, I have something to do for the weekend, besides homework on other subjects.

When I came outside, Brian, Sarah, Erick, Marquel, Ascarett, Joanna, Patricia, and I were planning to do the same thing we did on Wednesday and hopefully it was going to go great. Unfortunately, Sarah had to leave with her uncle somewhere. I was also planning for Michael to come to my house, but unfortunately plans did not go so well, so we could only have Sebastian over for about an hour. When I was outside and my Mom mentioned that she was going to text Sebastian’s Mom to see if he could come out, I told Brian, Erick, and Marquel that I needed to wait for Sebastian. Assuming that my Mom already texted Sebastian’s Mom and that they were coming within minutes. Unfortunately, Brian, Erick, and Marquel did not want to wait for me, especially for someone they did not know and decided to leave me. I was kind of heart-broken there. I did not feel special to my friends. 😦

I went inside and ate potatoes and chicken while I ranted all of my angers and frustrations about my friends to my parents. Then I went to play Battlefield 2. Crazy thing, was that Sebastian, after all, was not coming because he was going to someone else’s house. Gee, thanks a lot. I felt too embarrassed to go back to Brian and the rest, so I continued to playing Battlefield 2. Within minutes in the game, my sister, Patricia, entered the house asking if I was ready.

Confused, I said, “Nobody is waiting for me.”

She explained to me that everyone was waiting for me, which put a big happy smile on my face. I turned off the TV, ran outside, and gave hugs to my friends excitedly. It was fun afterwards. We went in Joanna’s backyard and traveled through the forest until Marquel started to get scared and Joanna and Ascarett said that they saw Rednecks in the forest and said they were going to shoot them. Crazy enough, Patricia and I had been in this forest numerous amounts of times. We had not seen, once, a Redneck or any other human being near the forest. Erick, then, announced he was going to the convenience store to buy us Takis. He came back with about 7 takis. Each of everyone in the group got to have one Taki. It was kind of hard to explain why Patricia and I had our own Taki bags to our parents. Lol.

I started to finish my time on Battlefield 2 and my last match lasted around 30+ minutes. I got an AMAZING game score of 84-45. 84 represented the kills. 45 represented the deaths. Despite the deaths, I got a really good kill. Either way the K/D ratio was good. If I wouldn’t have to spawn at the back of the map so much, I probably would have gotten a 100+ gameplay. I was really proud of myself. I used an LKM LMG gun I believe. I’ll try to look up the gun once I play it tomorrow. The reason I was using an LMG in the game rather than my sneaky ninja Engineer class, was because I wanted to level up my Medic classes so I could get the defibrillator which revived people that were dead and would help me a lot. Turns out I got the defibrillator AND also leveled myself 3 times. Amazing. Great. Awesome! 🙂 Everything has led up to this point in time!

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

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