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. 😦

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

“Scratch” Is Such a Pain in the A*s


Hey guys! Andrew here! Bringing you a new post of my daily life. This post is going to be quite interesting, taking in mind that I am basically pissed off with a few things and have taken the liberty into actually plugging in a curse word in the title. It’s PG guys, since I censored it. So, calm down. I also am aware that I haven’t posted to you guys in a long while, I planned to post to you guys everyday since the last post, but school and video games distracted me, therefore postponing your posts. I’ll try to work on posting everyday for a whole week and get into the jist of it. I’ll try to put it in my reminder book. Anyway, the song/video of today is a song called “What Does The Fox Say?” from someone I don’t care about. The only reason I have decided to show this song/video to you guys is because I want an opinion from you guys. What do you think of the song. I bet if Michael reads this he’ll say he loves the song since he’s such a band-wagoner. 😀 Just kidding. Love you Michael! But anyway, leave your opinions if you feel like it!

So, the few days have been pretty eventful to say the least. It’s kind of disappointing that I can’t retell to you guys what happened over this school week (I could, just don’t have the time to). But oh well, I’ll make due with what I have. I woke up around 5:30, just like any other school day, and got dressed up in something nice. Recently, I began wearing jeans with some sweaters or dark outfits to kind of impose as a serious type of guy when I go to school. I wore some nice jeans that were tight on me and kind of showed the length of my legs in a very lean way. Then I wore a Gothic sweater with lots of cool gangster style texts, which also made my shoulders seem more broad and thicker. I liked the style of clothes I was wearing. I brought a Basketball T-shirt and some white gym shorts with me for P.E. and stashed it in my backpack. Once I gathered most of my school supplies and clothes, I watched some Youtube videos to let the time pass by and to see if any of my favorite Youtubers had any new videos updated. I also listened to some Eminem and his new songs “Rap God” and “Survival”. Gosh they are my favorite songs!

Once the time reached 6 o’clock, my Mom woke up and told me to go brush my teeth and wash my face (my normal procedure before I put on my acne creme). Once that was finished she rubbed some acne creme on me and then let the rest of the creme dry into my skin. The treatment really did improve my skin. My forehead felt nearly flawless, which became a temptation for me to touch my forehead on a consistent basis. When the creme dried up, my Dad came downstairs and got his lunch sandwich from my Mom that she usually makes for him when he goes to work and then left the house. My Mom had me sit down on the couch and prayed for me for my day. I really appreciated the fact that she prayed and I really have no problem praying. I actually prefer praying (more by myself), but I guess in the morning it kind of bugs me and I give my Mom a hard time. When she finished her praying, I gave my Mom a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then made my way out of the house. It was 6:26, 5 minutes before the bus would arrive. Markel met up with me, coincidentally, down the street to our bus-stop and eventually Sarah followed me from behind and all 3 of us gathered around and talked. The girl (who I don’t have a name of) who also gets off and on the bus on our bus-stop came outside and stood awkwardly a distance from us. I feel like we’re kind of neglecting her, and I want to be friendly to her, I just don’t know if Markel or Sarah will accept her. Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t care.

Once the bus came, we got on and I found a seat next to an Asian man who was sleeping, but seemed disturbed and angry simultaneously when I sat next to him. Thankfully, he said nothing to grab anyone’s attention on the quiet bus. Sarah sat right behind me by a row of seats. Markel sat side by side with me on another row of seats on my right. The bus-drive drove us to the school and then we arrived I was glad to be out of the bus. I hate how quiet the bus gets, because everyone is so quiet and if you make a single noise someone will you give you the pissed off look. Ugh. Just dislike it so much. When I got off the bus, Markel waited for me and walked inside the school and also met up with Erick (a good friend of mine). who eventually left us when we were on the way to the line to the breakfast isle. They gave out pancakes, which was pretty awesome and I took an orange juice for a siding. After we departed ways to our classrooms, I went to Gym (my first period, P.E.) and waited with Chris for the period to start. Keila (a good girl who is a friend of mine) came to sit with us like usual and we talked of random things throughout the whole time until Tiffany and Keila’s blond friend came around like they usually do and talk to her, distracting her from us. I don’t find it to be a problem, it just sort of annoys me when I think about it. Coach Pierce (our P.E. teacher) called roll on us (checked attendance on us) and then we went inside the locker rooms to change up and come out to play some basketball.

I made a lot of nice shots that proved to impress Jaylen (a fat dark-skinned boy in our P.E. class), Daniel (another dark-skinned boy in P.E.), and Terrence (also another dark-skinned boy in my P.E. class). Eventually, I saw my friend Anila shooting basketball shots by herself in the corner of the court (we have 6 basketball hoops that hang off a large rope and metal rod from the ceiling). I went up to her and tried to cheer her up by acting like my stupid self in Biology. She was entertained and eventually her friend came back. Danielle and Selena (a pair of my friends from last year in Creekland) came also to me and we shot some basketballs until the period ended and we had to get changed up again. I decided to take off my Gothic sweater since I was so sweaty and wear a basic dragon T-shirt to my next period.

Honors Language Arts was pretty easy today. Not too much work. We just had to do our Bellwork, SSR reading, Vocab sheet filling, and then continue reading the Odyssey. We had no homework for the class and we got some of our grades back. I got 100% for all the papers that were given to me. One of the papers was a classwork noting paper and another was a vocab test we took. I didn’t feel too special about it, since I usually make 100% on those type of stuff. I had to continue to make 100% grades in class in order to get an A.

Honors Biology was one of the easiest classes of the day. We just had to finish our Procedure and Conclusion information off the chemical lab we did yesterday. I mixed up a bunch of samples of Iodine with supposed human “digested water” and see what responses I received. She gave us some more tips to getting some better grades and what to do over the weekend and that was the jist of today.

Math was one of the hardest classes today. Recently, we just started a new unit where we were solving graphs by using y=ab to the power of x (can’t add x as an exponent on this keyboard). That part of the subject was easy so far, but now we’re learning about translations, dilations, shifts and then horizontal and verticals compressions and stretches. It’s just a hot mess. She gave us 2 packets of homework, which is like, really? I have a life outside of school. I also got to sell a poptart in Math class to a guy in both my 2nd, 3rd, and 4th periods. I know I didn’t tell you guys about it before, but my Mom bought two boxes of poptarts (limited edition) and wanted me to sell them and make profit. According to my calculated sales, I would be making $8 profit by just selling a whole box of poptarts including the $4 I have to pay to get a box. So it’s a nice and good profit to make. I also sold a poptart to my friend Nasir in Honors Language Arts. Forgot to mention that. 😛

French was a pretty stressful subject today because turns out we had to do homework from two days (which I did, but threw away since she didn’t find it a relevant and important piece till now) allover again. Then we almost were all given silent work because Manny in my class kept talking and distracting most of us.

Digital Technology was probably one of the most stressful and hard classes today. I’m 2 games behind. I’m supposed to create a cool “Diver Race” game in Scratch mode and editing with some cool features but apparently I have to finish my Baby Catch project because Baby Catch is just being plain stupid and glitchy. Scratch is just getting so much on my nerves. I could easily explain to you guys what in Scratch is stressing me but you probably wouldn’t understand, so let’s just leave it at “Scratch” is such a pain in the a*s. Now I’m forced to go home and download Scratch and try to fix the problem and glitch. Gosh, my life is just beautiful ain’t it? I got to leave to the bus today and it was kind of awkward because Sarah is in the class next to me and she was a hugging Alexis from my class. It’s not that I like her, I just don’t know if I should say “hi” or walk away awkwardly cause she gives me that nasty look every time she’s around her friends, so I just decided to walk away and go to the bus.

Throughout the bus drive some of the seniors in the back were talking, while I just relaxed on my occupied seat. When we arrived to our neighborhood, Markel and I talked to our new friend Eric (I believe that’s how you spell it). He’s, I believe, our third friend we’ve had called “Eric” in general. When it came to my bus-stop, Sarah and I got off while Markel dropped off to another bus-stop since that’s the one closest to his house. Sarah seemed really upset, so I just walked to my house and then greeted my Mom. I sat down at the computer and listened to a lot of music to entertain myself. Then I went outside to warm up on my some basketball skills for the upcoming basketball tryouts for Collins Hill. Sarah came out and wanted me to get Joanna from my house (Joanna was inside because she was talking to Patricia [my sister]). Then she talked to me like a normal person. Weird. Later on in the day she explained that she was just upset with a friend and now she was fine. We both got Markel out and started hanging out, shooting some basketball hoops and then went inside around 7:00 o’clock in the evening. And that was pretty much it from the day!

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

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 Locked Out of School?!


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Enjoy your time wherever you are! Bye!

A Trilogy of Weird Dreams


Hey guys, Andrew here. I’ll be hopping onto the topic quickly, since I always start with the beginning of the day. It’ll be something interesting and worth your while, so please read on.

So, yeah, for the past days on Thursday and Wednesday I’ve been having very long dreams, that looked so vivid. Every time I wake up from one of those dreams, I always think it was something real, as I was able to maneuver my body and think clearly. It felt SO real! Sometimes it takes me more than a few seconds to realize I just returned back to reality. It’s weird, I know. On Wednesday the dream was not as strong. I could remember it okay, at least most of the main parts of the dream, but it didn’t feel real. On Thursday, I had this crazy dream of Sarah, a girl I loved in the past, not too long ago. I guess I still have this crazy love-story for her, but I’m sort of getting used to the fact that she’s gone and I’ll hopefully find someone as great as her.

On that dream, with Sarah, I dreamt that she was in her house (at least in a house I dreamt of in my own vision) and somehow I had visited Iowa state. She owned a store or job at this place that looked like Kids R Us, so I assumed this was around my 16s in the dream, plus I looked pretty big and bulk xD. I met her at the store at night, some way knowing that she worked there and met up with her, almost as if nothing bad happened to us in the past. I went to her house, to drop her off from work, and then for some reason every time she walked away I screamed for her back.

Once she said “Bye”, I wanted to ask her a question, so I screamed in pain, thinking I was going to lose her. She responded back almost as if she didn’t realize my loud scream. She answered my question, and walked away. This happened again and then I finally let her go. I don’t know, it’s crazy, I was in love with her so much that I still have dreams about her! I still wish she would come back. But some of that later, I must continue.

So yes, that was Thursday and Wednesday, but let’s get back to Friday. Today I had a dream. No, scratch that, I had a trilogy of dreams; weird dreams. First dream I had was about this video I had posted on Youtube (I have a passion for Youtube and want to use Youtube to post videos) and when I returned it got 3,398 likes! Weird that I remember it, it was that vivid. I don’t know about you guys, but an average person who gets a million views usually only gets 1,000 to 2,000 likes, unless you have a lot of committed fans. But 3,398 likes is f*cking crazy. I told Savino about it, and it was great, everything was great. It was all great until I woke up, and went back to reality. It was crazy, I almost confused myself wondering what happened and what I remembered seeing.

Okay, so next dream, was once again about Sarah. I don’t remember the dream so well now, but I remembered it at that moment and felt I was in it. So yeah, an average dream with Sarah, I always enjoyed being with Sarah, even in my dreams she was smart, funny, and easy to talk to. I only remembered one part when I walked with her over the bridge, holding her hand. We talked and talked of things I don’t remember. It was one of the most happiest moments of my life. But when I woke up, that did it for me. I cried . . .

I mourned and cried wishing it wasn’t just a dream, wishing it was all real and I could still hold her hand just for a bit longer. I cried for a little bit in my bed, the tears strolled down my cheeks. It was a hard thing for me to process.

When I pulled myself together and stopped crying, I went back to sleep. Receiving, yet again, another dream. This dream was instead about something particularly different. Something I would have never thought or dreamt of. I dreamt of me in my average town home neighborhood with my friends, when all of the sudden, this girl was there. She was beautiful. Wavy blonde hair in such a silky way it glowed. Her eyes as blue as a blue moon. Her face structure was perfect, I don’t know how that mattered to me, but I noticed it very well. She was perfect. Almost angel like.

She kept scooting next to me, sitting very close to me. Which was something I did not mind AT ALL. She whispered in my ear that she thought I was cute, which I completely lost it there, I had a crush in that moment. Lol. She whispered it in my ear so many times until I knew this girl was into me. I cuddled with her a little bit, but then the dream shifted and changed into me sitting on a chair with Savino and Anthony, the boy I talked about earlier in my posts. They revealed to me some unusual news. They told me that the girl who called me cute and cuddled with me and crushed on me was no angel or normal girl. She was an old demon, disguised into a girl almost magnificently beautiful to deceive me.

They showed me this kind of shard that was placed in her throat. It almost projected as a red ruby. Believing this so easily, we got her to come to the house I was in and we sabotaged her. She pleaded me to spare her life, saying things “I love you Andrew” and stuff like that. But, instead the badass side of me took over and I ripped out the ruby out of her throat. Once that happened, she began to mutate, almost morph into something. She howled as she did so, her white skin pealing and her face forming a different shape. Once the mutation finished, she turned into an old looking witch. And that, I guess, was where the dream ended. I opened my eyes out of the dream, once again believing everything I saw was real. But it made me think of something, that girl, she was magnificently beautiful; angel almost, like I said. She made me contemplate for awhile about a certain subject. Was she going to be the girl in my life I wish I had? There was no girl who could top her, I couldn’t see it at least, but it was kind of a failure, and I decided to drop it. It was just going to be a thing I wish I would have had and I never would get it. So, I think now she’ll be at back of my head forever, but I’ve let the demon go xD.

Once those three dreams ended, the day went on normally. Me finishing my school (I got three subjects, cause 8th grade is boss on Friday), and I did my Math Scantron, which was extremely long and annoying. It was almost a whole monotonous process. 😛 Though I finished it, thinking I probably am not getting a good grade on that since I kind of skipped through. Oh well, I don’t care. As I finished up school I went outside with Simon (oops, he doesn’t want me to mention his name) and our average, annoying, across the street, street kid Austin as well as his brothers Alex and Trey. I spent time with them a little; Savino coming over in an instant. We eventually played some football; I got two touchdowns. 🙂 After that, we played bounty hunter. A game we had not played for awhile. I was, of course, the last one to get caught in bounty hunter (not bragging, I just have skill in that game since I made it up). But it was a fast 10 minute game because Alex messed us up and slowed us down.

Otherwise the day went great and sort of weirdly. I tried to schedule some plans of sleepovers with King and Savino and King had just revealed to me and Savino a shocking statement. He said “Xbox might be better than PS3”. Okay guys, I don’t know if you know this, but King, Savino, and I are PS3 nerds. We absolutely HATE Xbox. This type of information brought up, especially from King, was surprising and a bad reaction was immediately brought into the situation.

We argued for a little, eventually shutting each other up, and then moved on to other things and talked about random drugs and smoking. Don’t worry, we weren’t saying that we wanted to do it, we just said some experiences we had with people doing it so we could make a quick joke. Otherwise the day ended well. I tried also downloading Slender and Minecraft on my computer. I did and I had to download a graphics card just so the games would display, but they were SUPER laggy.

The day ended there and right now to this moment I am writing here, as my last piece of information of what I did today. Thank you for reading, this was a long post. 🙂