I Feel In Control of My Life


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. Song/video of today is a song called “Same Love” by the one and only Macklemore! I’m still waiting for him to compose some new songs with someone, but I guess as they say, never to rush perfection. Anyway, a heads up before watching this song. This song IS about “gay marriage” so if you feel slightly offended by it, by all means you have the choice not to watch it. I support “gay marriage”, but respect your beliefs. I put this song to provide a good, positive message and cause it has a nice beat to it. Enjoy!

Lately, I just feel great. Kind of up to date with everything I’m doing. I’ll explain later on in the post. So my usual routine of waking up got back into the normal jist. I was able to wake up easy and normal, but this time the cold of the outside had finally entered our house, leaving my feet cold and hard to walk out of bed from. My room was a complete mess. No joke. If I had a phone or camera to prove it, you would agree as well. I, myself, believe I’m gonna have to clean it up. When my Dad woke me up around 5:30 in the morning, I woke up straight away and tried to find myself some clothes. I decided to wear the same jacket from a couple of days ago. Probably something I wore last week. It’s the “Running” jacket and the same jeans I have been wearing for the past 3 days that can keep my legs warm. Once I went downstairs, I brushed my teeth and washed my face and then got all my stuff organized in my backpack (this time no Pop-Tarts to be placed in my backpack since I ran out). My Mom later on came downstairs and applied the acne creme and left the house with my Dad. While she left, I played a little bit on the computer. Minecraft FTW!

My Mom came back in the matter of 15 minutes and she gave me her hugs and kisses, then I left to the bus-stop. Surprisingly, Markel wasn’t already coming to the bus-stop and I was the only one there waiting. I tried to sit on the green power-box, but the cold surface froze my butt, so I decided to stand. Sarah came around and she was wearing a sort of dress with a sleeveless bra that looked like something a Hawaiian would wear with a transparent silk jacket on top of it. I thought she was crazy for wearing that. So much of her skin was exposed out in the cold, but yet she wasn’t affected. I talked to her about the upcoming Football game and then we both talked a little bit about where Markel was and in that moment we saw Markel exit his house and walk over to the bus-stop towards us. The bus came in what seemed to be no time. I got on the bus with much more confidence. Not really caring if I could find a seat because I was cool with most of the people in the back of the bus and nearly the main attention since I was the only one that talked on the bus when we drove back home. There were no empty seats, so instead I sat next to this Colombian dude, who I sat next to many times and we were cold. We talked for a brief minute about how cold it was outside and then I stayed quiet, trying to re-coop from the cold and take in the warm air-conditioning.

When we arrived at the school, Eric walked out of the bus with me at the same time, so I talked to him a little bit and asked about the last Basketball game (yesterday we had another long basketball game [not the “Epic Basketball Game”, that was two days ago]). He admitted he was sore and that was it. I pushed on through the crowd to catch up with Markel and asked him if he was feeling sore. Turns out both of them had turned out sore from the game. I had not felt the effects surprisingly. The breakfast isle was serving my favorite meal, only I did not have the taste buds or tolerance to eat a protein meal with a biscuit ontop. So I ate 3/4 of it and then finished my orange juice. When I entered the P.E. room, I sat next to Chris, it being Chris and I only. Keila came later, but Chris had not spoken a single word until Keila and I talked till Coach Pierce came and called roll. Coach Pierce called Chris’s name about 4 times, but Chris had zoned out or was not paying attention. I called Chris’s attention and Chris said “here”. One of the worst decisions he could make. Coach Pierce gave him the death stare. THE DEATH STARE. He told him exactly these words “I guess I’m gonna have to get a little closer with you” and I held back tears of laughter. Coach Pierce gets pissed off when someone doesn’t answer when he calls roll, but this was rape! D:

Once he called my name, I said “Here” and then went into the locker room and came out changed. I played my game with the same people I played with yesterday. I didn’t get to post about yesterday since on Wednesdays normally, I have family time with my family, which means no electronics. So sorry. All I can say is that my team won and I made amazing shots along with a nice trick-shot. Today I won again. I messed up a bit, you know. Since it’s 7 o’clock in the morning! But otherwise, I did pretty good. Making some nice 3 pointer shots that made the enemy team gawk for awhile. Finally, P.E. ended and we went back in the locker rooms and then came back out changed in proper, un-sweaty clothes.

Honors Language Arts was something I could catch up with. We did our Bellwork, no SSR Reading though. For the rest of the time, we watched the Adventures of Odysseus on film and took a paper where we took notes of the movie in empty blanks for a grade. So far I got most of the questions down, except for this one question that confused me and I didn’t pay attention to. The period was otherwise, chill. Nothing too much I couldn’t handle. Though we had a test on Part I of the Adventures of Odysseus, which is a story we’ve been focusing on for about a week and a half. With the study-guide she returned to us, I had it in the bag,

In Honors Biology, we had to do a lab that was related to the topic we were learning about, Enzymes. Some of it was sticking to me, but most of it was not making sense at all. I just winged it throughout the class and tried to get most of the lab work done. At the end of the class, I asked my teacher if I could get an Advisement pass for extra help on the class. I asked yesterday for one too, but did not get to post about it either. Sorry. ūüė¶

In Accelerated Math, I was actually participating in answering questions and tried to keep a good mood as I was learning tips for acing the test tomorrow. Yeah. I know. Test on Honors Language Arts and a Vocabulary quiz in Honors Language Arts, along with a test in Math? Gosh, my Friday’s gonna be stressing. But I felt in control while I was participating, because when I didn’t understand the questions and how I could get to the answers I directly asked the teacher as she was teaching how that was that in the exampled equations like a confident person. More like I didn’t care what other people thought and I just wanted to get an A in her class. I feel particularly confident about the test. That’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. Literally.

Before going to guided study class before French I went to my Honors Biology teacher and her help explain to me the lab. As I was filling in information that recorded my presence for the extra help, I heard someone walk from behind and I assumed it was my Honors Biology teacher but apparently it was this really cute girl who I could assume was a Senior or Junior. I talked and asked her a sentence saying my teacher’s name as if the girl was the teacher and asked the question about the information. In that split second, I realized that it wasn’t the teacher and told her sorry and to not make it awkward I said “That was weird”, which made her laugh. Great, I made that cute Junior/Senior girl laugh. My Honors Biology teacher was an awesome teacher to have help me when it was just a one on one experience and she helped explain a lot of the work, but she was a kind of teacher that wanted me to figure it out on my own, which is not my style. Otherwise, the extra help really helped.

French wasn’t all that good. Casey had finally come back after awhile of not going to school. So I tried to catch up with him on a few things during our Guided Study. Then we went to Lunch and I ate my favorite lunch. Waffles with chicken breast and syrup along with a nice milk and an apple. Awesomeness! In French we had to work on a new lesson referring to genders still but how to say “my” or “your” in plural or singular in masculine or feminine format. We were also reminded our “Ma Famile” project was due tomorrow. Yes. Two quizzes in Honors Language Arts, 1 test in Accelerated Math, and a project in French. This Friday could not get any more packed. But for the most part the class continued on gradually and ended nicely for me. Once again, I felt like I was paying attention more in class and was in control of what was going on around me.

Digital Technology was another awesome class. I finished my stinkin’ Baby Catch Project, confident I got a 100% on it, and moved to the Diver Race game. My classmates on my side noticed me doing it and them being 2 assignments ahead of me, they said I was going to kill myself doing the Diver Race project since it took them 3 days to finish it. I finished the majority of that project in 1 day. Another funny thing about it in class was that a girl that usually talks too much in class walked by my row of tables and Alexis on my row of tables stretched his hand out on accident and smacked her in the boob. Her being obviously traumatized, she held the boob he smacked accidentally and walked past me. I don’t why or how, but I looked at her boob as she was clutching it and said “Is that a B size?”. I was saying it to myself, not asking her, but said it aloud. Apparently she was offended by the question even though she goes to a ghetto school anyway and felt the need to go ask the teacher if what I asked was a private question, grabbing everyone else’s attention. But me, being in control of the situation, put her drama to a rest and said seriously that she was overreacting and that I never asked her the question and that it’s not even a big question to ask in the first place. Most of the guys agreed. Of course the prissy white girls and the teacher did not, but I didn’t care. I was in CONTROL of my own situation and I owned it! At least that’s what I think.

When the bell rang, we all went to our buses and I went to my bus. #42 is my bus number. When I entered the bus, Sarah came on the bus with a group of stylish balloons hanging over her with a big bag of goodies. She showed me and it was 4 king-size bags of different tasty candies. I yelled out begging for some, which grabbed Eric and Markel’s attention. She didn’t share, but did share that it was her birthday. Everybody on the bus wished her a happy birthday. Then Eric, Markel, Sarah, and I talked as the 4 of us as best friends. Then, we took one of the balloons and sucked the helium one by one on the bus, making funny noises that we all died laughing to, but seemed to annoy a lot of people on the bus. It was hilarious anyway. We did this until we got to our neighborhood and then got dropped off and walked to our houses. I studied inside my house for the upcoming tests and still have to work on my project. Markel asked for me to come outside and we ended up playing an aggressive game of basketball for practice. My shins decided to hurt now all of the sudden, but I played. We were going up to 15 points and counted all shots as 1 point. The score was Markel 15 and me 14. I was so close to beating Markel, but I was so tired by then, I nearly gave up. We both tired each other out when we played Basketball. After the game we went home and I drunk 2 full cups of water and ate my dinner, making my stomach heavy. And that was pretty much it for the day.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

Touchy Girls and an Epic Basketball Game!


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life! The song/video of today is a song called Demons by Imagine Dragons. A beautiful song to Imagine Dragon’s great role of making awesome music. Though, I find it interesting how the song only has 18 millions views compared to most of Miley Cyrus’s songs. JUST SAYING! Anyway, enjoy!

So today was very interesting. I woke up feeling very tired. Mostly because over the last weekend I stayed up till late 9 or early 10 o’clock at night, which now you guys are thinking “That’s not even late!”. Trust me, when you gotta be ready for a bus that comes around 6 o’clock in the morning around the Fall season (which not to mention is cold as balls) sleeping around 9 o’clock is a decent sleep schedule for proper brain function. Say otherwise and I call bullcrap. My Dad came into my room in the pitch black dark, telling me I needed to wake up and what time it was now, in which I turned to my watch activated the light button so I could see the time in the dark and then got up. I almost felt like falling back asleep. Today’s choice of clothes wasn’t really nice for me since I had worn a lot of my good clothes recently. I wore these really thick jeans that would protect me from the outside and then wore a T-shirt with a Hollister sweater ontop. I eventually realized, once I went downstairs to pack up all my school things, that the T-shirt underneath my sweater was showing on the neckline. It annoyed me to no end! I couldn’t stop it unless I cut the T-shirt neck line to a shorter size. I tried not to focus on it too much.

I left the house once my Mom came downstairs and made me brush my teeth and wash my face before she applied the acne creme and let me leave the house. Once I was done brushing my teeth and splashing cold water across my face, my Mom did as she promised and applied acne creme. Then I took 3 Pop-Tarts and left the house, giving my farewells to my Mom. Outside was nowhere as cold as yesterday. I guess because of the jeans I had on. I saw Sarah next door with her house door open getting ready to get out of the house. I walked down from my cul-de-sac and arrived at the bus-stop, coincidentally arriving at the bus-stop with Markel. Markel was wearing shorts and he confessed it was not even cold, so I guess it wasn’t the jeans! Sarah later came and then stood with us at the bus-stop, talking about her home-coming experience and a bunch of other things. Finally, when the bus came, which seemed to be in no time, we got on and just as I prayed for a seat to be open for me, there was a seat on the second row of the bus. Now that is proof that’s not just coincidence! Markel sat next to me and we both talked about random things. I began to sing “It’s Beginning to Look A Lot Like Christmas”, which stirred a great laughter from a lot of the people on the bus.

When the bus arrived, this time, since we were in the front of the bus we had to get up instead of get some extra time to sit down and wait to stand up and walk out, but then again we got to get into the school faster. Today, for breakfast, they had my favorite meal. Biscuits made to be opened in half in the middle of the sides of the bread and a nice chicken breast to place in the biscuit. The meal was so awesome and nutritious, plus it went well with the orange juice I put as a side. I arrived at P.E. and the same Christian group was at the front, this time they had already formed to start a prayer. They all looked at me as I entered the room, I tried to look away so I wouldn’t grab their attention. As I finally walked away from them and started walking downstairs to the lower gym, somebody tapped me from behind and turns out it was Chris. He said he was right behind me the whole time and asked about the group of people over there and how they looked strangely at him too. It was a funny conversation we had for a few minutes, then we arrived at the lower gym and talked to Keila, who was already sitting against the bleachers in our usual spot. We talked and talked until the bell rang and Coach Pierce came out and called roll. Apparently, Chris said his name one time Coach Pierce was calling roll and Coach Pierce didn’t hear him, marking him AWOL, which Chris said was soon going to give him a referral. It was funny how Chris was overreacting about it like a girl. When Coach Pierce called my name, I went into the locker rooms and got changed. Then went out of the locker rooms to enjoy P.E..

P.E. was okay. Not many shots were made by me, and of course, because of that everyone started nagging at me (for nicer words) for not making shots when they were NOT passing at all and expected me to get the rebound. Goddangit, I hate playing with freshman white boys. I made like 2 shots and a black guy made like no shots, yet they come at me. I was about done when they started to completely ignore me and not pass to me at all unless I would go in and pull a ball from some guy. I talked to one of the guys and told him I was pissed off that he was talking all this trash about my basketball coordination and then we got into an argument. I was the one arguing with more attitude, which seemed to shut him up and try to be nice to me. By that time, P.E. was over and we went back in and out of the locker rooms.

Honors Language Arts, the girl Nasir who owed me money, told me she was going to pay me $4 on Friday. I’m going to soon make a list of everyone that hasn’t paid me back and start charging interest for late payments. Jimmy said he had a $5 bill, but he didn’t want change of quarters (which still annoys me why people had coins for change), so I told him he could bring the $5 tomorrow and I could figure out a way to give him his change. We read more about the Odyssey and had finally finished the 1st part of the story. I’m pretty sure we were given another assignment to do tomorrow and work on, so I feel pretty confident about the class so far. We also have a test on the Odyssey on Thursday, if what I remembered was correct.

Honors Biology was depressing because of all the times in the world, when my Mom says that the teacher will bring up a “Pop Quiz” when I’ve never had a “Pop Quiz” in my public school life, my Biology teacher decides to create a Pop-Quiz off the notes we took yesterday. Of course, as stupid as I am, I didn’t study the notes cause I was too busy focusing on the Math quiz today. Ugh. School is a douchebag.

Accelerated Math was sort of confusing. The quiz we took was okay, but I knew I failed a couple of questions and am probably gonna get a B on the quiz, if not a high C. I’m angry because no matter what I do in this woman’s class, I can’t get to an A. It’s impossible. The quizzes are basically made for you to know every fricken scenario in Math, which is not my strategy. Grr!

French was okay. Lunch was particularly interesting. I came to my usual lunch table, but did not sit in the same spot because this kid who used to sit with us decides to sit with us now and apparently doesn’t even know me but doesn’t like me or want to socialize with me, so I automatically dislike him. I sat on the far left of the table and my sophomore friend, Taylor, told me to sit on her lap. Oooh. Okay! ūüėÄ At first, it was kind of strange for me to do at first, but then I just sat normally, plopped on her lap. The weird part and kind of interesting part was the fact that she kept touching my stomach and chest. Genavive (if I spelled her name right), my ex girlfriend was right in front of this and was automatically uncomfortable. I was uncomfortable to be honest as well. I tried to flex my six-pack whenever Taylor would feel against my stomach. Corbin, an ex of Taylor’s also sat with us at the table. He tried to smile and not pay attention, but I felt so bad for him. Taylor and I were both killing our exes slowly. Near the end of lunch, the lunch man that comes by and throws away our trays saw me sitting next to Taylor and gave me the evil glare. He didn’t speak, but pointed his finger up and pulled out a chair and threw it next to me. Awkward. ūüė¶ I sat next to Taylor still and laughed with the group about it. When I left to class from Lunch, Keila happened to walk by me and we walked hugged each other like we never saw each other. Thing is we’ve doing this for a long time, but every time we do it, the hugs get tighter. I don’t know. Probably just over-thinking it. IT’S A SIGN! ūüėÄ

Digital Technology was slowly becoming sensible and not much of a hassle. Though, most of the girls who were in my Digital Technology class were “all up on me”, sitting on my lap as well. I guess the girls are touchy this time of the year. I guess this all pays off for my absence from Homecoming. ūüėȬ†I took the bus back home, but realized on the way that I had a Science Olympiad meeting and forgot. DANGIT. I am so forgetful and stupid.

Eric on our bus started talking with us about the basketball tryouts and Markel and I said we were gonna tryout, which then lead to our conversation of when we challenged Eric to a basketball game. Markel and I beat him, but Eric claimed he wasn’t trying his hardest. So, Markel and I challenged him to a game of basketball. Now, I now it’s both Markel and I, and when we come together our plays are really good, but Eric is a Junior Varsity Football player and super buff and can really dribble the ball, so it’s almost a fair game. When the bus dropped us off on our bus-stops, Markel and I immediately came out of our houses and practiced on our basketball hoop for about 15 minutes and then went to Eric’s house to pull him outside. All three of us warmed up with some shots for about 10 more minutes and then started our game. We went to 40 points (counting by ones) and we counted wins to each others teams by who got to each 10 of 40. Like who got to 10, 20, 30, or 40. Turns out, after so much sweat and dry laughs, Markel and I got tied with Eric on the 40 point part. I figured out Eric’s strategy and figured out how to pull the ball out of his hands and when his weaknesses were exposed. So, in order to even out of the odds, we had another game by trying to get to 5. Eric did amazing and beat us by 2 points. So, therefore, Eric won. It was an amazing game and wish I could give more details, but it’s 9:01 PM at night and I’m super tired. So, there you go. That was pretty much it for the day. I just continued studying and listening to music throughout the day till this moment right here where I’m posting to you guys.

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

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. ūüėÄ

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 Korean Festival!


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. The song/video for today is a song called Royals by Lorde. I just realized that I’ve listened/jammed to this song for a long time and have never gotten the time to present it to you guys who are reading this. So here it is! Enjoy!

So today was a pretty good day. I got a lot of things done today. First of all, I got to wake up around 7 o’clock in the morning and ate some breakfast. Then right after I tried to watch some Walking Dead episodes on Netflix when my Dad decided to come downstairs and sit down on the couch. Now I was afraid if my Dad started watching he would not approve of the gore and then have evidence that my show isn’t entertaining or worthwhile watching, which would then lead into some other problems. I gave up trying to watch The Walking Dead and went on Youtube to listen to some music. Eminem has been my primary man to listen to for the past few days.

After about an hour, my Mom came downstairs and prompted me to go read some religious book for about an hour to pay off my computer time or so I could play Minecraft. I couldn’t find the book “The Ragamuffin Gospel” so my Mom gave me this other book called “40 Days Living the Jesus Creed”. I actually, without a doubt, enjoy reading some religious books, because they open my eyes to my relationship with God and gives me a greater confidence in God. Once I passed by the 1 hour mark, I wanted to continue reading the book and reach page 100 and then finish the chapter within page 100. Page 100 was apparently half of the book (the book is about 206 pages), so when I came to my Mom and said I read 100 pages of the book she was shocked because I could just finish the book tomorrow easy. I got 1 hour and 39 minutes of reading time to finish all 100 pages and actually comprehend every word I was reading. I find it impossible to see that people read whole books in one day. I am capable of reading a whole book in one day, but eventually I get bored and lose my motivation to read. I have only so far read 100 pages on a book in one day.

I played about an hour on Minecraft and then got off. I was planning to go out and run for 25 minutes to get my muscles in shape. I feel like I’m getting fatter every Saturday and plus recently I’ve been getting a lot of calf muscle spasms. I mean excruciating muscle spasm. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, I stretch my body on command and apparently I seemed to contract a certain muscle on one of my legs which tightens the muscle to a painful point. It’s really painful cause I have to endure it and hope for it to fade away in the next 20 seconds. I’m really worried about the spasms, though. I talked to my Mom recently about it and she said that my legs are used to having blood pump a lot of on a consistent basis since I ran Cross Country till now. That makes sense, but it still makes me nervous to move certain parts of my muscles.

I played Skyrim afterwards for a whole hour and journeyed a lot in the game. I managed to defeat a great Bandit Chief in the game and received a lot of gold. I also found Ebony armor in a chest as I was meandering through the country. Most of what I’m saying you will probably not understand because it’s geek stuff. But thumbs up if you’re following along. I also stumbled upon a house on the farm on the side of a mountain towering over a lake. I entered the house and stole all the gold and valuables I could since it was in the dark. To my surprise, when I exited the house a “Bodyguard” (assuming it was guarding the house) came and attacked me. I killed him easily, decapitating him with a few simple clicks on the PS3 remote, but it was just a weird encounter since I don’t usually have people come and attack me besides the residents of the house themselves. I went back to Riften and started selling more armor and traveled through more caves until my 1 hour went up. There’s so much I can do in 1 hour in Skyrim. It feels awesome!

Once I finished playing, my Mom took my Dad and my brother and sister Anabelle (Patricia wasn’t with us cause right now she’s at Frequency) to Chik-fil-A. I didn’t go because I wanted to grab the opportunity to watch some Walking Dead episodes and work on homework with some peace and quiet. The struggle is, usually, that I always hear creaks from upstairs in my house, which always freak me out because the creaks almost sound like they’re caused by footsteps. Usually when I play the TV on a pretty loud volume mark the noise is drowned away and I can relax doing my things.

Randomly, my Mom decides to call me and says that she wants me to run to Chik-fil-A. I was hesitant (real hesitant) since I wanted to spend time in the house, but I wanted to go and run and do something I wouldn’t do normally. Eventually, I was convinced and ran to Chik-fil-A (they gave me directions to the place), which was about a mile run. So since I was in Cross Country for a period I was not tired at all after running the mile. Rather I felt energized and wanted to run some more. I did have troubles breathing on the way since I got a sore throat around the morning of today. Once I arrived at the store, I talked with my parents a little bit while Matthew (my brother) and Anabelle (my sister) got on the play-house in the corner of the store. Eventually I convinced my parents to buy me a nice cookies n cream ice-cream which I shared half of to my Mom since I didn’t want to ruin my nice run feel.

We were planning to go to the library afterwards, but unfortunately the library was closed the exact hour we decided to check the closing schedules for the nearby library. So, instead, we decided to go to the downtown Suwanee park and turns out there was A Korean Festival!¬†At first, I felt awkward going there, being the only white boy with hippie pants on and a Nike sweat-shirt, but then again a lot of the Koreans there were wearing pimp clothes and Adidas shoes, so I didn’t feel so out of the ordinary. Matthew and Anabelle went into the jumpy house nearby and my Mom, Dad, and I sat on the short half slabs that served as seats in front of the stage. Turns out it was a talent show for Koreans. A lot of the performances were nice just not great. Mostly because the amplifiers were either too loud and static or they were too soft. I left before I could see the results of who won 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place. I practiced on some parkour on some high stone concrete and turns out I am completely out of shape. I am disappointed in myself truly.

When 7 o’clock arrived, we left the area and arrived home. Then my brother and sister got into separate baths to clean themselves of their sweaty bodies. And that was pretty much it for today!

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

Great, an Injury!


Hey guys! Andrew here bringing you a new post of my daily life. Apolgies for that. I was busy and turns out, when I was supposed to go to the library, we had a lesson for advisement, which is apparently every Tuesday on the week. So¬†I came late to the library and tried to post something, but I only got about 4 paragraphs down in about 10-15 minutes and then had to go to Lunch.¬†It doesn’t mean that I’ve¬†completely given up¬†on you guys, don’t worry. But the song/video I wanted to present to you guys for today was a¬†song called “Uppers” (a¬†Trap song)¬†from Stooki Sound and Mr Carmack. Two very brilliant Trap¬†artisits¬†that I believe you should go and listen to if¬†you’re interested in listening to some good trap music.¬†This song has amazing and booming¬†bass¬†that will blow you Trap fans away! Enjoy.

www.youtube.com/watch?v=JYfqFj0IUlE

So today was pretty simple and organized. For once . . . I¬†asked my Mom yesterday if she¬†could drive me early to the school because I¬†couldn’t walk to school or go to the bus-stop for neighborhood since I had an injury. Oh, and I will explain near the end how I got the injury. Don’t worry. I¬†also needed a ride¬†to my high-school early so I could¬†finish my¬†Mythology PowerPoint project. I did get a ready, but instead from my Dad.¬†I actually am growing quite fond of talking to my Dad. Even though he’s always on my case about my diction and how I need to pronounce my words better (when actually he just can’t admit his hearing is getting worse), I still have great conversations with him in the matter of 10 minutes. I feel like I can tell my Dad anything and he won’t force his opinion on me like my Mom. No doubt that my Mom is easier to talk to, I still feel more relaxed talking to my Dad.

We talked about random stuff on the way to the school until he had to drop me off. Today, I brought my green Cross Country gym bag with a pair of my best shoes in them because a friend of mine at P.E. wanted to rent my shoes for 3 days for $5. It sounded like a perfect idea because he really liked the shoes and I would make a starting profit so I could start my PopTart business. So, having a backpack on my back, and a gym bag on my arm, I walked so confidently, ready to make business. I went to the Media Center library at my high-school and worked on the project, finishing the last touches.

In P.E. the guy I was supposed to meet actually forgot to bring the money, which was a big downfall on my side. Thankfully, I also brought 50 cents with me to pay my overdue book. P.E. wasn’t really fun or interesting. I just made shots and gossiped with some of my gal-friends. God, that sounded gay. It was pretty dreadful to waste my time over there and not do something productive with¬†my 1 hour in P.E..

In Honors Language Arts, we did our Bellwork like usual (this time I actually got 98% of the bellwork correct today. After that we did our SSR Reading. I believe our SSR Reading is one day then the day after the next day, if I’m right or if that makes sense. I’m reading Beyonders or “A World Without Heroes” (never¬†can tell which one is the title since they’re both in big bold text). It’s a really good book to be honest. I’m halfway through the book and I’m reading it really slow, so I could have been done with the book about a week and a half ago. It’s a really good book so far, and the details that are put into the book¬†that describe the setting, mood, etc of the book really amaze me, plus I learn some new vocabulary words. After our SSR Reading, we went to the Media Center Library to work on our Mythology projects. Thankfully I finished it, so now all I could do was check with Coach Dawson (my Language Arts teacher)¬†to see if what I was doing right or wrong and just to proofread and edit. I finished it then turned it in. I think I’m one of the few that finished the project sooner than most.

Biology was confusing today, cause Mrs. Labocetta kept making me try to make assumptions on our directions of the paper, which pisses me off because everyone seems to know what she means and I seem like the stupid one in the whole situation. I’ll always have to work hard and put effort for everything. That’s just me! Though, the only reason why I put up with Biology is because:

#1: I’m patient.¬†More than others.

#2: I like Biology and Sciences.

#3: We’re do a Chemistry lab focusing on the molecules and chemicals formed in a structural method.

#4: I just sound smart saying #3, which makes me feel good about myself.

She then told us that we had to turn in our Mid-Term Reviews based on the sheets that she gave us today, which kind of puts me on my tipping point because it reminds of the review that I finished for the Unit 2 Test and I had it ready to turn in on that day, but I didn’t hear say we had to turn in the study guide anywhere. No indication. Not even an announcement, but yet everyone else knew they had to turn in their Study Guide. I’m gonna get a 0% on it, what the freak! I even explained my story and she said “I don’t accept late study-guides”. Gosh, fml.

Math was making a lot more sense. Mrs. Medina (the Math teacher) reviewed over the homework she gave us yesterday, and thankfully I got the majority of the answers correct. It gave me a confidence booster. When we were finished reviewing over the homework, she gave us the quiz we were supposed to be taking today. It was hard immediately when I looked at the paper, which made me angry. Because every time I’m taking a test or a quiz in Mrs. Medina’s class, the first few questions are nowhere related to what we’ve been studying or they’ve been designed in¬†a format that I find confusing. What the french toast?! I still finished the quiz pretty fast compared to others (wasn’t the first 3 to turn in the test, though). She then gave us a review to do to get ready for the Mid-Term tests coming up this Friday and apparently this Review is gonna be graded. Goshdangit. I hate graded reviews.

The French test was really easy. It was on the 24 hour and 12 hour clock timing and seeing if we could tell what was morning, afternoon, and¬†evening and¬†to first of all tell the time in French. It was¬†very easy, surprisingly. I was one of the first to finish it and could¬†of been the first person to get up from my seat but I bet the others are either brilliantly fast in writing or they don’t write as carefully as I do. I can¬†guarentee¬†I have an A on the test, if not a 100%.

IDT was really interesting and¬†rewarding for me because I got to¬†solve my Scratch problems and finally¬†perfect my Pong game. It looked great and when I¬†created a new Scratch file and¬†programmed the right code with the Pong instructions I named the file¬†“Pong Patch 1.0”. I feel¬†like a smart programmer that I got to create my own¬†visual game through a bunch of¬†code.¬†You probably don’t understand the feeling,¬†but once you get there you’ll understand. ūüėČ

I got to go on the bus back home this time since my Cross Country couch said that I couldn’t go to practice at all with my ankle-brace (still¬†have to explain my injury). It was fun being able to ride the bus and talk to my friends. Sarah was on the bus and so was Markel, as usual, and getting to talk to my friends was very relaxing.

When I got home, I had so much homework. It was unreal. But now I have to explain my injury. Two days ago, when I ran Cross Country and did the Hammer Time pace, I ran too hard on the 1000 meter workout. I had a bad pain on my ankle, which made me unable to run or walk on my cool-down. So instead I went limping the whole cool-down, trying not to complain too much about my pain. When we got back to the building and stretched, I picked up my stuff from the boys locker room and made my way home. Now this was worse for me, because going home and limping was not going to look right for other people passing by me and it would certainly take loger than usual to arrive home. I was 1/4 distance in to getting past Richland Park neighborhood and arriving to my neighborhood, when my Dad passed by with what was apparently my brother, Matthew. I thought they drove by and were gonna drive back and pick me up. So I went back to the start of Richland Park neighborhood and waited for 10 minutes. After that time, I assumed my Dad was not going to arrive and I walked back to where I was previously. I won’t lie, I cursed at my pain, because trying to walk normally back home was a pain. When I arrived home I was liping horribly and my Mom noticed. She took me to the doctor and he told me that I had sprained my ankle from running too hard. Wow. Never thought that would happen. It feels great and awesome to have a brace/cast at first but when you have to take it off to take a shower or go to bed or even wear it going to bed it feels painful and it’s a struggle. Though, on the bright side, I don’t have to go to Cross Country practice until I have it taken off and I’m in perfect condition, and Coach said that I probably might have to end my Cross Country season if I’m missing for 3 days. Awesome and also not awesome at the same time. I’ll ponder on this later.

Anyway! Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

-ACP

High-School Is A Struggle


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. I’m right now at the Media Center in the high-school I’m going to, which is basically the library in short. I’ve come up with a method to do some posting for you guys from the Media Center where 20-30 minutes of time is provided for me. Hopefully you won’t have a problem with it if you enjoy my posts. ūüėČ No music/video for today, cause I’m at my high-school and apparently Youtube is restricted from the computers here as well as Wikipedia and Twitter, which is stupid, but oh well.

Today, first day back from school, after an awesome weekend was a bit foggy.¬†I haven’t been paying attention the stuff going on in my life lately. Everything’s¬†a blur. Nothing seems too important to me. I guess it’s something you get used to when you’re really busy in high-school and get¬†only a certain number of hours to sleep. I mean, I can remember the conversations I had with friends and with people I don’t know, and when I look back at those conversations I actually am surprised those people talked to me and that we talked about that certain thing. I don’t know. Even in classes. Teachers say some crucial information. I can’t seem to process any of it. It’s really weird. It feels like everything is blurred, unless I put my mind to memorize¬†that scene/memory. I know, it’s weird. Don’t judge.

P.E. was one of the high-lights of today. I played an actual game with the people who weren’t playing Soccer and practiced shots with me. Chris, a friend of mine in P.E. since the beginning of the year, played the game with me along with a few of my other friends. Andrew (not me, of course), also played and played on my team. I’m kind of negotiating whether I should talk to Andrew after the incident that happened with Sydney (my friend) at church. I don’t feel like explaining what happened now, still feel a bit hungry. Lunch is in about 15 minutes from now anyway . . .

I actually made 3 shots in the basketball game since it was just a 3v3 and Andrew really had no choice but to pass it to his friend that was playing on my team or me. So, it was a really good game. For once I’m getting better at playing basketball games with teams of people I don’t know. It’s especially¬†important for me since I want to apply for Basketball.

After P.E., was Honors Language Arts. We just did our Bellwork (when she gives us a sentence to work on for a week, and we have to correct it in different ways each day of the week [today was parts of speech]), then our SSR reading (when we’re given 10-15 minutes to read a book we picked specifically from the library) and now that I think about it, I’m gonna have to finish my SSR reading novel in about two days because I need to pay back the library for my overdue.

Honors Biology, was a blur. I just remembered that she showed us the test that we took on Friday (a big test over the¬†unit) and pointed out how we failed those questions and pointed out how stupid we were messing up those questions. It felt embarassing that I was one of the stupid people in the class. I’m hoping that my grade average was at least an A. I’m confident of it. But then again, lately everything I’ve been confident about has bit me in the butt (for nicer way to say).

Accelerated Math, I did not even pay attention, I tried to pay attention and comprehend what the teacher was saying, but nothing was connecting, and all I did the duration of the class period was tilt my head and lean it against my arm and try to make myself go to sleep and skip the whole hour of this boring and unproductive class period. I remember faintly we were going over different types of graph functions such as Odd and Even functions. I got that part, but the parts where polynomials and equations involving symmetry came in,¬†I started to get confused and panicked in my mind. I’m not usually this half-hearted about everything. It’s definitely not because of video-games. It’s got something to do with the food I’m eating, people I’m around, and especially the people I’m hanging around. That’s the only thing I can concur with.

French was actually a fun class. I got to crack a nice “Lilo and Stitch” joke. Only to have my friend Max try to one me up and use Stitch’s voice to get the attention of the class. Otherwise it was a fun class. We got a bit into the new unit of French we’re going to be working on. “Family”. After that, it was just waiting for the class to end for me.

Digital Technology made me feel smart since we were doing some sort of programming and commands with this program the teacher is making this class use called “Scratch” which can make a large amount of things. Today, we were designated to figure out how to construct the game “Pong” from “Scratch” which had a lot of programming and code involved. By the end of my project, I had so much more code than most of the people around me, it felt so awesome. I don’t know, I guess I just like to be better than everybody. It makes me feel at peace with myself.

Cross Country was awesomely tiring. We had to do 4 1000 meter runs, which means we had to run 1000 meters in distance 4 times. The first two times we had to run the 1000 meters we had to run 5K Race Pace, which is the pace we want to run for our next race which is gonna be in Mulberry and is apparently going to be a really “difficult” hill course. The third time we ran the 1000 meter we had to run tempo pace which is in between jogging and 5K Race Pace. 4th time we had to go Hammer speed, in which I like to call it “Hammer Time” *cue the music*. ūüôā I ran the Hammer 30 seconds faster than my fastest run on the 1000 meters, taken in mind the course was covered many hills. I ended up having a sore ankle that extremely hurt when I moved it for our cool-down. I didn’t want to walk though, because the couches warned us that if they catch us walking on the cool-downs then our Cross Country season is over. So I mustered through it. When we came back to the Cross Country locker rooms I ditched the place, immediately. Not even wanting to stretch.

It was a struggle having to walk home, since I had the bad ankle and looked like a retard walking awkwardly with my bad foot. Surprisingly, my Dad passed by me with my brother, Matthew in the front of the car with him. I was so grateful for them, because I thought they were gonna pick me up. Wrong. Turns out, when I wanted an unnecessary 15 minutes for them to drive back to me, I figured that they weren’t gonna pick me up and that my Dad had to do something more important. So I walked home, with the bad ankle and tried to whine too much about it. Though I won’t deny that I cursed many times at my ankle for giving me such a hard time.

When I arrived home, my Mom gave me a lecture about how I was late for home and how she was calling my couches to figure out where I was. I just told her the story of my Dad and how I was confused if he was going to pick me up or not. She calmed down after that, and then I went back outside and got Markel outside to play Basketball with me.

Overall the day was just really a struggle. I love high-school, no doubt about it. I just hate the education part of it. It just feels that no matter how hard I try, the grades don’t come to my standard. It really pisses me off. Otherwise, everything is a blur, and I feel everything is going too fast for me to comprehend.

Anyway! Enjoy your time wherever you are! BYE!

-ACP

Big Girl Sleepover!


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life! This post will be quite interesting since yesterday was very eventful. I don’t usually post a day after about the day, but it seems to be working! The song/video I will be presenting to you guys is a song called Groove by Oiki but mixed in Trap. I’m slowly starting to get bored of looking for good songs from the genre of Trap and getting back more into Dubstep, but I like this song. Hopefully you do to. Enjoy!

So today was very eventful. I woke up and the whole house was moving around. Michael and Nicole had come over of course. I played Minecraft Hunger Games before they came over and then played a little bit more when they arrived. Afterwards, Daniel and Matthew woke up and came up from the basement (which was where we were sleeping) and then so did Patricia and Anabelle. Except Patricia and Anabelle were sleeping upstairs. We all started watching a movie. Not quite sure what movie, but it was a movie of sorts. Michael and Nicole behaved a lot better and Michael began to grow more attached to Daniel than ever. It was so cute.

Later on, in the day, Michael and Nicole left near 3:30 o’clock in the afternoon and I continued to play more Hunger Games on Minecraft. I was seriously addicted to that game mode on Minecraft. When Mom came back, I got off and then Patricia started having crazy call and call backs with her friends who were coming to the huge slumber party. Vanessa, step-sister of Kevion (one of my best friends), was coming. Nicole, an old friend from our previous neighborhood we lived in (not the baby Nicole we babysat earlier in the day), was coming. And so was Joanna and Heidi (a sister of Joanna’s). Joanna, of course, was at the house first since she lives in our neighborhood. She’s been recently hanging around Patricia and I a lot. It feels kind of like she enjoys being in our company, but eh. Whatever. She’s pretty awesome to be around.Joanna also did tend to follow me around the house. Interesting. c:

Nicole arrived at the house when I went outside and made a bet with my Mom that if I stayed outside of the house for 2 hours straight that I could have as much ice-cream as I pleased. In the meantime of trying to keep the bet, I hung around Tava and her brother Landon. Daniel and Matthew was there too. Eventually Landon and Daniel got into a fight and Daniel of course won the fight since Daniel was bigger. But it wasn’t really a fist-to-fist fight. More like a “I’m warning you, I will beat you up” fight. Tava had to break up the fight, even though she wasn’t necessarily dissatisfied with her brother Landon getting his lesson whenever he acted cocky. But they were half-relatives, so it was obligation.

Vanessa came around later. I didn’t realize it much, but she came around and I began to realize it when Nicole, Patricia, and Joanna were outside with her. We played Soccer with Sarah and everyone was around being active. It was too bad that Michael wasn’t here or Markel or Bryan or Erick. Oh. Such lost memories.

When I came inside I ate ice-cream, then stayed up till 9:00 o’clock at night with Daniel and the rest of the people playing “Infected” which was kind of like a tag game except if you were tagged you immediately had to join in to tag others. Eventually, the girls went downstairs in the basement and Daniel and I went upstairs. It was a pretty cool day. Reason why I’m not talking in so much detail about it is because it’s 10:21 where I’m posting this, so I soon have to get off the computer.

Enjoy your day wherever you are! Bye!

ACP