So this summer I decided that I would go to Running Camp with my cross country team. Now of course I thought this would be one of the worst decisions I could have ever made because the words “running camp” sound absolutely torturous when placed together, but I was going to be captain so I organized it because seven other girls wanted to go.

Up until the day we had to leave I organized captains practices and made a group chat to arrange rides there and back. The group chat was named Camp Suffering because I couldn’t think of anything really clever.

Then the day to leave arrived, and one of the two greatest weeks of my summer began. They gave us super awesome New Balance bags that are great quality and hold a ton of stuff. This is now my school bag. The whole team was also rooming together in the same suite. Two people to a room, but all of the rooms were close together. The first day it was thundering so we couldn’t run, so we spent the whole afternoon together in Clarissa’s room, playing cards and pranking each other. It was a great way to start the week.

After that, the days were all pretty much the same. Wake up at 6:55, go to yoga or a morning run at 7, have breakfast, some free time, go to a running presentation (these were all pretty much the same and hecka boring), eat lunch, learn about running, go on an afternoon run (4-8 miles depending on where you went and what group your in), have dinner, free time until 10, then sleep.

Sounds terrible, but it was actually super fun. The whole time you were either running or learning about running and it was great.The team spent every minute that we weren’t in our running groups together. Meals were a blast too. People who got there earlier would save seats and tell the others what parts of the meal were best (often asking that they get more so you don’t have to wait in the line again).

Many fun things happened during this week. We made some enemies, had many laughs, and accumulated many fun stories. Sydney met this guy that she really liked, but we didn’t know how to say his name so we called him Amen. She got his snap and then ghosted him, so now we make fun of her.

Maddie and Clarissa had some encounters with people they did not like, specifically a girl named Beatrice and two eighth graders named Anna. I should clarify that it’s really Maddie who had a problem with these people. Every day there would be a new story about Beatrice from Maddie. Except she didn’t say Beatrice, she says “Beeeetrice”. So now that’s how the team knows her.

The two Anna’s ended up in my group, and they did this really fun thing where they got in front of you and would not run in a straight line, causing you to trip on them. So I called them Zig and Zag because saying “The Anna’s” or “Anna squared” was not as fun as Zig and Zag.

Another day they were serving spaghetti and meatballs in the cafeteria for lunch. I didn’t get the spaghetti, just the meatballs, because their pasta is grody. I got a normal persons portion of meatballs, about seven, because they were small. They were SO GOOD. Best meatballs I had ever eaten. Maddie agreed with me, so of course we asked Kimmie and Sydney to get us more, since they had just gotten back. Kimmie brought over twenty meatballs, then at all of them. So Maddie and I went up and got more ourselves. We walked back to our seats, in front of the whole cafeteria, with a plate full of 50 or so meatballs. That was fun.

We also smuggled bread sticks into our room to eat later because they were also the greatest bread sticks ever. Think olive garden bread sticks but better.

The best day of the week though was Wednesday. That was Lake Day. You had to run up many large hills before you finally got to run down another hill (that was basically a death trap because it was so steep) and get to the lake. My group did six miles, but others did more. That day all of the groups were in one place to go swimming in the lake. We had a picnic lunch and got to lay on the beach all day. Clarissa lived up to her name Radishh.hhh too because she got a terrible burn. She even said out loud “I don’t need sunscreen”. Turns out she did.

The last day was bitter sweet. We were sad to be leaving, but we were also very tired and needed some time off. The last day was also the hardest. We had to run up a small mountain. We gained 800 feet in less than a mile. I felt like I was walking the whole time.

I would not recommend running camp to anyone who hates running with a burning passion. But if you have people to go with, it would be super fun.

Also so sorry if I already wrote a blog about this. I was too lazy to go back and check.

So I recently learned that rats like to be tickled. And not only that, but while they’re being tickled, rats GIGGLE. They giggle at a frequency that humans can’t hear. I can’t decide whether or not this fact is the most hilarious thing I have ever heard or the most terrifying, but either way I try and slip it into most of my conversations now.

So yes. Rats giggle when tickled. Now go and tickle many rats.

THIS IS BRIGHT PINK

I didn’t know you could make your text box dudes different colors

Seriously why can you do this? It’s super fun, but what purpose does it serve other than to distract?

Now all I want to do is make different text box dudes in order to change the colors.

So we also have to write about speed dating and I already had this blog started so we’re going to transition into that.

Except we aren’t going to “transition” because I’m not sure how to make that flow, so I’m just going to hop right in now.

Speed dating was a whole weekend ago, so I don’t honestly remember that much of it. I do remember talking to a few people, so I will just brush over the highlights.

I talked to Chad at some point about his giant van. I used to park in the back lot near him everyday last year, and it always impressed me when he was able to back in. He was perfectly centered every time. His parking skills are still the best I have ever seen.

I also got to speak with my bro Riley. We talked about swim.

Pat was pretty cool, I’d never spoken to him before, but unfortunately I can’t remember much of what we talked about. I just remember thinking he was really cool. And he said nice things about my hair, so I automatically love him.

Paul was the first person I had the privilege of talking to. Everyone always said he was really nice, and our conversation only helped solidify that for me.

I hope Paige did that thing we talked about her doing on Friday. If she didn’t I’m not allowed to speak to her anymore and that would be rather sad.

Lily’s enthusiasm and general love for marshal arts is one of the most inspiring things to me, I really enjoyed listening to her talk about it.

Max is another super cool person I just met. I don’t really remember what we talked about, honestly it could have been the weather. I don’t think it was, but I can’t place what we talked about. I do know I thought he was cool. 10/10 I would talk to him again.

I tragically did not get to talk to my gurl Gabi because time ran out, but we were also going to talk about swim. I should probably continue that conversation though because she had some important questions.

I now have less than 300 words left to talk about whatever I so desire. I was going to write the next bit about running camp, but then I did that and went well over 750 so I made it into it’s own blog. I hope I didn’t already blog about it though because that would be hecka awkie.

I guess I’ll talk about my weekend, even though I didn’t do much. I slept over at Josh Booths house on Friday night and that was really fun. Usually we will go to my house and he’ll bring his PS4 and tv and we will play Dead By Daylight together. Or we go to his house and watch horror movies. But last night we played minecraft. We have been playing Diversity 3 which is a puzzle adventure map thing, and we finally finished it on Friday. It technically took us three months, but that’s because we played for like three days then stopped until Friday.

After we finished that we watched a season of victorious, made lasagna, and went to sleep at 4 am.

Josh is going to Texas to see his aunt and brother for Thanksgiving which made me sad. I don’t get to see him at school, so I won’t be able to see him until the Friday after he gets back at the earliest. I will miss him.

I’ll be taking care of his dogs though. They still sprint at my car when I go to his house so that will be interesting. If they die it is not my fault. They are paying me though so I guess I should try and keep them alive.

However you say Clarissa’s name, you are probably saying it wrong. You must emphasize the “ris” in Clarissa and the “gas” in Lagasse, but even that explanation does not cover everything that goes on when you say Clarissa’s name.

Clarissa is a real bro to me. She is in two of my classes this term, which is super fun. Obviously, creative writing is a blast and a half, but she’s also in my math class. Every day after creative writing we do the walk of shame to the math wing, where our brains are absolutely demolished by calculus. That’s kind of an exaggeration, but not really. Clarissa is much better than me at math. So don’t listen to her if she tries to tell you otherwise. I put it in a blog, so I am right.

Besides math every day, Clarissa and I also ran together for cross country. (that sentence is tragically past tense now that the season is over.) This summer I spent more time with Clarissa than any of my other friends. But at that time (the end of June) I thought of Clarissa as more of a friendly acquaintance. Now though, I’d say we are much closer. Definitely friends. It would be awkward if she had a different take though, so it’s a bit of a risk for me to post this blog.

Speaking of which, I’m not sure if I will post it for a little bit since Ms.Gounis seemed to be quite stressed before she left. I’m going to post it anyway.

But I won’t be posting it yet because I have only written two hundred and seventy words. Womp womp for me. Reality has been warped and time is an illusion. I have no idea how I thought that was 750 words.

I mentioned in my previous blog that I was writing this (I think. I honestly can’t remember what I delete and what I decide to keep). But I have decided to finish it regardless.

I would not have been able to function this year without a small number of people. One of those people is me, because I am a narcissist, and also I’m not wrong. Without me I would not have been able to function. The other people include my parents, the love of my life Josh Booth, Kimmie Harding, Cecilia Cronin, and our bro Clarissa Lagasse.

Clarissa was the only helpful person when it came to organizing things for cross country at the beginning of the season. If I needed something, she would do it. Designing the sweatpants we wanted? Clarissa did that. I asked the other captain to do it, but she never followed through. That was so annoying. The other captain would say she would do something, and then never do it. And I get it, she had other stuff going on, but then tell me you can’t do something and I will do it. Don’t lie to me. It was times like these that Clarissa was most helpful. If I needed help doing something for the team and I didn’t have the time, I would ask Clarissa and if she could, she would do it.

Also Clarissa has an art account that she posts on every day because she’s in art and that’s what you have to do, but it is my new favorite thing. I love seeing the new drawings and commenting random stuff. Clarissa is actually a decent artist (no matter what she says), but I do enjoy making comments that are either about how fantastic the art is or how terrible. I always ask Clarissa before I post something kind of mean though, and usually she thinks it’s funny, but now she knows that I really appreciate her art account. It’s one of the highlights of my day.

Also Clarissa has a twin. This twin is pretty much the exact opposite of Clarissa. For example, Charolette is terrifying. And Clarissa is not at all scary. There quality analysis. I’m running out of things to say because the pressure of having to write 750 words is truly getting to me. I hope Clarissa is not sad. I was trying to be nice, but now my flow is gone and I have this need to finish the blog, but I don’t know what to say.

My favorite thing ever is chocolate.

That was entirely random and has nothing to do with Clarissa. Fun story though, Clarissa hadn’t showed me a picture of her cat until last week. Apparently it’s because she was distracted by the thought of other peoples dogs, but I don’t believe her. I think it’s because she is secretly a cat and she is only pretending to be a person so the cats can steal all of our secrets and take over. This would not disappoint me. But I see that I have gone off topic, so I’m going to go to bed now i guess.

I should be studying for my math test next block right now, but who doesn’t love a good bit more procrastination? I got a 73 on my last quiz, so I really should be studying, but I don’t want to. My mistakes are mostly just stupid ones anyway. I know generally what I’m doing, I just suck at doing things correctly when there’s pressure.

Yesterday was the end of the season party for cross country. I did not cry, but that is not surprising. It was nice to be given the opportunity to look back on the season and appreciate all the hard work I put into it, and it was sad that this was my last season, but it wasn’t sad enough that I felt the need to cry.

Yesterday in class instead of doing any actual work, I created joke awards that I wanted to give out later that night. I made one for every person on the team, and most of them went over very well. The first one was the title of this blog, because Kimmie Harding screamed that at a cross country meet. The idea that Costco no longer sold her favorite sausages was very distressing to her, and that was the resulting exclamation. Of course we all laughed and I felt it would be an excellent way to start the joke awards. That’s still one of my favorite phrases for no reason.

I was really proud of a few other awards that I came up with, but explaining them seems tedious. All I will say is that the rest of them went over very well and my only regret is that I did not have as much time to prepare them as I would have liked.

Clarissa apparently is writing me some sort of something in appreciation, which is really sweet of her and she definitely doesn’t have to do that, but I won’t stop her. It just means that now I have to write her something too. I was already writing a blog about her, but I can do that and write her a nice letter too. I didn’t know Clarissa at all really at the end of last year, then we saw each other almost every day over the summer and we got closer very quickly.

After five months I have so much quality material I can use to blackmail most of the people on the cross country team. I can’t let it go to waste. But I think rather than black mail them I will make an imovie thing instead of doing my homework. Because I am responsible, and sometimes you need some me time. I’ll get my homework done though. Now that I’m not running I have so much more time to myself.

I’m really running out of things to blog about. Nothing really interesting is happening right now and I don’t have an excellent movie series to provide me with seemingly endless blogging material.

Ainsleigh told me to write the rest of this about flowers, but I have no idea how to do that. Flowers are so easy to kill and I am so bad at remembering to water things, so I kill them so fast. And I always feel so bad because it was alive, then I bought it and it died. That’s not a very fun life.

I also don’t have a favorite type of flower. They are all very nice in their own ways. And they are all the same in the sense that I will kill them. I like the idea of having plants. They make me happy and contribute to the atmosphere of a room. But I will kill them, so I would rather not have plants because when they die it makes me sad.

I’m really not sure what else I can say. My mom is really good at taking care of plants. We have many in our home and even more in our garden. But I did not inherit this talent. To be fair, my plants are kept up in my room, so I have to climb a flight of stairs in order to water them, but that shouldn’t inhibit me in any way. I go upstairs to go to bed, so why wouldn’t I just water my plants then? It’s because I forget, and then I’m upstairs and I don’t want to walk back down and then back up in order to water something.

So then the plant dies. This blog was a complete mess 🙂

We had a meeting for the swim team yesterday so people could be lectured on rules and try on suits and such. It was rather pointless and definitely a waste of an hour, but that’s beside the point.

Our swim coach decided it would be a good choice to grow a beard. This made him look even more like Ted Bundy (aka, the devil himself).

That was really all I wanted to say though. I’m sorry if you wanted another blog like my last Ted Bundy one, but I definitely don’t have enough content to make another 750 word blog about how my swim coach is Ted Bundy.

Instead we will discuss swimming. I do not see this coming season being extremely fun. I love the people I swim with, and when we hang out outside of swim it’s really fun, but the practices and meets suck. They’re boring and not challenging and time consuming. I do not feel like I’m working hard enough, but at the same time I feel absolutely no motivation to work harder. I know what I’ll be swimming at meets, it’s the same line up as the last three years, 200 free, 500 free and two relays. It will add up to be the most amount of yardage anyone can do without getting disqualified, and I’ll be expected to win both of my individual events.

Not that that will matter. We will still be crushed anyway.

And yes, that’s a very negative way to think about it, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true. That’s exactly what happened last year, and last year a bunch of our fast seniors graduated. I’m a descent swimmer, but I’m not talented enough to be able to win my event at every meet. I know for a fact that when we swim against Westford we will be absolutely destroyed. Westford has a crazy team. I know 50% of the girls on the team because I used to swim with them when I was 12, and they were all faster than me then. They’ve had consistent and dedicated training since then, so they are all much faster than me now.

Our swim team just can’t compete. We don’t have a large team, and we don’t have enough girls to put someone “fast” in every event and win it.

The only reason I went back to the team this year is because of the other people on it. I have made some good friends there, and I know that we will have some fun times. I also know that as captain I contribute to the vibe of the team, so potentially, this season could be a blast. But a lot is hinging on the first week of practice, and honestly I’m so tired from cross country that I have zero desire to plan for that.

I had hoped that the other captains and I could have worked together and made the season at least a little bit less of a shit show, but our coach refuses to work with us, so our power is limited. All we can do is organize things for outside of swim. Once we’re in the pool, we are no different than any other swimmer.

We could really help the team by going over basic rules of the pool, what each stroke is and how to count, the super basic basics, because so many kids have never been in the pool before. But it’s looking like we won’t be able to do that. Instead, we will be jumping right in to a five hundred, and we will loose half the team before the week ends.

Our suggestions aren’t listened to because we’re kids, and parent suggestions are disregarded because they aren’t coaches, and my dad, who has been coaching for ten years, can’t help because he works two hours away in Rhode Island. Last year when the other distance swimmers and I involved our parents, trying to get for yardage in the pool (because you can’t train sprinters and distance people the same, everyone knows this) the coach didn’t change anything. Except he was extra rude when he spoke to us after that.

This all makes it sound like I’m not looking forward to the season at all, and honestly, in general I am not. The practices are going to be painfully long, but I won’t get anything out of them. The lanes are going to be over crowded and the meets are going to be torture, and that’s the majority of the season. On paper. The truth is that I am excited. With a lot of effort, we can make it fun. And some of the people on the team really make it worth it. At least, in my opinion.

After school today I was a victim of a kidnapping. Not actually, but like kind of. I was peacefully walking over to my car after the student council meeting, when my friend Josh pulls up next to me in his car. He rolls down the window to ask me if I would like to join him and Cecilia to go do homework somewhere in Lowell. In the middle of saying yes, the car door opens and I am yanked inside by none other than Cecilia Cronin.

My friends proceeded to drive to the top of the driveway before they realized that we could not leave right away. Josh had to pick up his brother at 3:30 and I had to drive some other people home from cross country practice. We decided that after these errands, they would pick me up again from my house and we parted ways.

I’m not sure how many people here have been grabbed and pulled into a car, but I have to say it’s a strange experience. Cecilia is much weaker than I am, so I could have gotten away, but it really takes you by surprise. My best advice is to not get too close, because if the person grabbing you is bigger than you, you don’t stand a chance.

Right now I am at the Lowell Mill 5 with my friends who could potentially be charged with attempted kidnapping. I’m supposed to be doing homework and things for my college applications, but I already did that for three hours so now I decided to move on to something else.

This is a super cool place to be I have to say. 10/10 would recommend. But it’s quite a pain to get here so maybe not. Also the food is expensive. I paid $8.50 for a BLT. It was a very good BLT though and it had avocado on it, so honestly it was heaven. If you’re going to get food here, definitely get a BLT and hot chocolate. The hot chocolate is super chocolatey and it comes with a lot of whipped cream. Just be prepared to spend $13. And if you’re broke, that’s a lot.

Here I am at Lowell Mill 5. The animals are fake and made out of cardboard. Cecilia told me to bend down next to them and that is why I have a picture with two card board cut out farm animals. I would recommend giving this a visit.

I really want to go home now. I’m tired and I want to watch another season of Law and Order SVU, but I can’t because I have so much other stuff I need to do. Senorita Penchansky gave our AP Spanish class summer homework which she sent us in an email on August 1st. This may not be common knowledge, but the Common App opens on August first. So in addition to about a million college emails, I also got informed of Spanish homework I had. This made me much less inclined to do said Spanish work. I would rather work on things for my future than something for Spanish. I’m sorry. But now, I have finished many college things and am just touching up applications, so I must focus on this Spanish stuff. But I have absolutely zero desire to do that.

I also have to write my thank you notes for my teachers that wrote me college letters of recommendation, but I keep putting that off too. I just don’t know how to start them. I am not good at personal letters and I was also going to get them a gift, but I keep forgetting to. Sorry beloved teachers, when I have free time I tend to nap.

This weekend I got to sleep past 8am for the first time in many weeks. It was very pleasant, except that my cat decided that it was strange that I wasn’t awake yet and chose to paw me in the face until I pet him. This was very annoying, but he’s adorable so it’s fine.

I need less than one hundred more words for this but I can’t think of anything to write. Usually I would just leave and come back later, but I can’t do that right now because I need to feel like I accomplished something.

I went to Cate Boltons house on Saturday night with seven other people, but there isn’t enough space for that many cars in her driveway. We then went to Olive Garden. While we were at Olive Garden, the police showed up. They were angry because Murphy P had part of his car in the road. But actually they just wanted to bust up a party. Unfortunately for them, not only were we at Olive Garden, we weren’t having a party. I have gone over the word count now. I hope you enjoyed my story.

-Libby W. California

After lunch today, Ainsleigh and Marissa were acting like crackheads and raving about the water they were drinking, so of course I asked them what was going on. They told me they ate chocolate and that was the reason they were acting insane, and then they offered me some of said chocolate. The title of this blog is the quote found on the inside of the chocolate wrapper.

Aisnleigh is now seizing in the corner. I am eagerly awaiting the time when the sugar kicks in and I start bouncing off the walls. I doubt it will be during this class though, so I’m going to be crazy for math.

Ainsleigh and Marissa are now comparing who’s water bottle has more water in it. Apparently this is the best tasting water the school has ever had. They are both blogging about it. Unfortunately, I have not tried the water, but I will take their word for it.

On my other side, Clarissa and Riley are trying to rent friends. They found this random website where they can rent friends or Santa and a variety of other characters. I don’t know why they’re looking for friends to rent.

I almost killed Joy Wilson just now. She touched the chocolate wrapper. And it was an almond chocolate and Joy is allergic to nuts, and now she’s going to die. I am so ashamed.

This class is on crack and it ends in 5 minutes and I only have 250 words written, so I guess I will come back to this later after something significant happens.

The weekend has happened and I have returned with some more tales.

So this weekend was quite the prank. We had the state qualifier meet for cross country and it was FREEZING. We were running in thirty degree weather, which was just the worst. As a team we came in 5th, so we did not qualify for states this year. That was kind of disappointing, but honestly I was so tired I kind of wanted to be done. I’ve been running with these people six days a week since the end of June. That’s almost five months of the same people. Don’t get me wrong, it was really fun, but I need a break.

Sydney and Kimmie did really well at the meet though. They both qualified to go to states individually.

I am kind of sad that the season is over though, because that means I’m done running in high school. This is the last time I will have the opportunity to run with a team. Unless I do some sort of club in college, which I probably won’t. And that’s really sad. I didn’t have a lot of fun my first two years on the team because the upperclassmen were really mean. They excluded everyone who wasn’t in varsity and would not speak to the freshmen. Those of us who weren’t a part of the clique called them a cult. Last year I stopped caring what they thought of me though and I made an effort with all the underclassmen. That changed the whole vibe of the team. I was low key bullied by the cult, but I didn’t care. Everyone else was having a really good time, and this summer we got even closer. I didn’t think I would miss them all this much, but I am really sad that we won’t get to race together again. I am going to run with them this summer though. Just because I can.

None of my friends really understand why I’m so sad. And it’s hard to describe to someone who hasn’t been on an extremely dedicated team. These are the people who suffered through the same workouts as I did. They got up before 8am in the summer every single day in order to run before it got hot. They went to running camp with me. We spend so much time together that it’s hard not to bond. And it’s even harder to imagine running without them.

A similar thing happened to me with swim. I was on the same club swim team for eight years. The coaches I had varied, but I swam with the same three girls for six of those eight years. We knew each other extremely well. We knew who would lead the lane for what stroke. We knew how to time our leaves so no one got run over and how to leave the wall so no one locked arms during butterfly. We knew when one of us was having a bad day and exactly what to say to her. When the team dissolved, we all had to go our separate ways and it was one of the hardest things to do. We all ended up on different teams. The people I met on my new team were all very nice, but they weren’t the same. Kylie, Amy, Olivia and I all had a similar work ethic. We were all driven and determined and we all wanted to get faster. We worked well together, and it was hard to form that sort of bond with new people. We’re still really close friends and we try and do something at least once a month, even though it’s getting harder and harder to manage that.

When I age out of the program this year I’m going to be sad for the same reasons I will miss cross country. I will probably never get to swim with them again. I’m really excited for college, but I am also going to miss so many people from home.

When Leggings Home first opened at the mall, I was not planning on ever entering it for any reason. However, one day this all changed as I was prancing by with my dear friend Matt Liliedahl. We were minding our own business, discussing our opinions on scented candles, when I happened to glance into the store. What I saw stopped me where I stood. They had labeled the Yoga pants as Yogga pants. This newly opened store had put the word Yogga on their wall.

I’m sure many people who attend this school have noticed this error, and it has since been corrected, but I was just thinking about Yoga and remembered that experience and thought I might as well share it.

The reason I happened to be thinking about Yoga was because today was the first day that my A block (which is yoga) did actual yoga. Ms.Hutchinson put on a video and we followed along for the whole class. This would be business as usual, except the video brought back my memories of yoga from last year. Last year I had a really awesome term 3 yoga class. It had Hannah Loomis (love of my life), two other people named Claire, and the queen herself, Joy Wilson. There were also some other really cool people and every class was a fun class.

At the end of the term we even convinced Ms.Hutch to let us play Just Dance for the last two aerobics days. But today was my first day of yoga without the yoga squad, and I realized how much I was going to miss them. They helped me through so much, they were the reason I made it so far through GD Challenge Game, and we had such a good time. Our favorite yoga video though was the one we did with Ashley Turner. We thought she was so funny, and the yoga we had to do with her was also pretty easy.

Ashley was a recurring theme throughout Term 3 Yoga B block. We found her Instagram account (which has fake followers) and her Facebook. We also sent her an email asking her to come to our school to talk. I have so many memories about Ashley, and when we got to the lions breathe part today, all I wanted to do was turn to Joy Wilson, but I couldn’t, because she’s not in my class anymore. I couldn’t even talk to her about it in this class because she’s not here anymore.

So I did the next best thing, I got my phone and took a video, which I promptly sent to Joy. It wasn’t the same, but I felt like I had to do something. It was a really blurry and rather terrible video, but it was suitable. I had to make sure Ms.Hutchinson didn’t catch me with it, since she would have taken my phone away.

She has her own website too. It’s “ashleyturner.org” and it has a ton of yoga stuff, but also a bunch of other random stuff. There’s a video about depression, but also one about her online dating strategy. I’m not sure why I put that information on here, but do with it what you will. It’s all a part of her blog. Honestly this lady baffles me, but she’s happy living her life this way so let’s just let her get on with it.

I can’t remember how we got in contact with her last year though. I think it must have been an email from her Facebook or Instagram because her website doesn’t provide a personal email. We were very determined I guess.

Some of the images on her website are terrifying though. But what’s more terrifying is Lions Breath. I can’t find a picture of her doing that, but it’s scary. I’m sure I look scary doing it too, but something about when she does it is extra scary.

I don’t know what I’m going to do without the yoga squad this term. There are a bunch of senior soccer boys in my class now, and the vibe the class has is not the same. It’s less fun. It’s also very disappointing that I have it A block, because I usually bring my breakfast to school and eat it during A block. I can’t do that when I’m “exercising” because then I would choke. And eating while doing yoga is just not something you want to do. So now I starve until break.

In Spanish yesterday we were playing Tellestrations. If you are not aware of the game Tellestrations, I’m not going to give an in depth description because that’s lame. It’s basically the greatest game ever and it combines Pictionary with telephone so it’s hilarious. The reason I bring up this game is because yesterday, Pedro got the word Dragon. So everyone drew dragons, obviously, until it got to Cecilia.

Senior looked at what Jillian drew, and saw, to no ones surprise, a dragon. He then wrote that Cecilia had to draw a dragon. This is where the joy ends and everyone becomes sad. I’ve been friends with Cecilia for eight years and she has never struck me as a person who could draw well. However, I did not know how absolutely lacking she was in the art area.

I was the person after Cecilia, so I had to guess what she drew so that Ethan Macnamera could draw the next thing. Tragically Cecilia’s drawing was just the worst thing ever. It was supposed to be a dragon. To me it looked like a demented fish spewing water. But she labeled whatever was coming out of its mouth “fuego” so I guessed “fish breathing fire” because the word dragon escaped me.

So yes. I guessed fire breathing fish, which Ethan then had to draw, and Clio had to guess. So Pedro’s word ended up going from dragon to fried egg real quick.

I don’t have that much else to say, but I need another five hundred words so I better get cracking.

After this class I have a math quiz that I am probably not going to do well on. Last night’s homework was a struggle. I only got two of the ten questions right, and that’s exactly what the quiz is on. So it’s going to be a fun quiz to say the least.

I did get to go to breakfast this morning though. I’ve been doing this with my friends for almost a year now. We pick random days to get up at around 5:30 and go get breakfast at Breen’s Diner before school. Breen’s opens at 6, and we meet there at 6:05. The waitress knows us and what we usually order now. Probably because we are the only group of teens who dare to get up before they must.

I have to say though, that I would not be able to do this every day. I get so tired. And it’s also expensive. Today I got to take a nap during yoga though so that helped me re-charge and be able to function for C block and D block.

`Ms. Gounis just sat down to talk to Marissa over me and it’s very distracting. I think I had an idea of where this was going but now I have completely forgotten. I have my headphones on, but this is not helping to block out everything they’re saying so that’s fun. I can’t stop writing though because then I’ll never get this done and I’d feel really weird just sitting here and eavesdropping.

I keep thinking of things to say and forgetting. Lorde is not able to drown out the sounds of this conversation. I have slightly over 200 words left and I have no idea what I’m going to say for them.

I’ve been watching a lot of Law and Order SVU lately. There are so many seasons and I can binge them so easily that it is preventing me from doing much else. I don’t have to be doing anything for college right now because I sent in all my early applications, so I feel like I can just watch t.v. all day, but I still can’t because I have so much else I still have to do. Speaking of college though, I paid college board to send them my SAT scores over a week ago but they still haven’t arrived. Unfortunately, the college dudes have also noticed this and deigned it necessary to email me saying that my applications were incomplete.

So thank you admissions people, for adding stress to my life. I can’t do anything about the fact that the SAT scores have not arrived yet. I paid to send them. Now they just have to arrive. Please leave me alone.

I played photo roulette with Clarissa and Sydney Adams during lunch today and it was super fun. I would not recommend this to anyone who has screenshots of texts though, because those screenshots may appear and expose you.

I do not speak from the personal experience of being exposed, but I felt the public should know what they may be getting themselves into. Because photo roulette does not discriminate.

I’ve finished with the words and that means I should stop procrastinating and start studying for my math quiz. I really don’t want to though, so I might just take a nap.

I doubt that many people are planning on going to see the movie Count Down, but if you are maybe don’t read the first bit of this. It gained a score of 29% on rotten tomatoes, so it’s definitely not worth the $12.50 a ticket to see it in theaters, but I had a fun time so that’s all that matters.

It was supposed to be a horror movie I think, but honestly it just wasn’t. It was a movie with an unrelated plot and then there were some jump scares thrown in. It was basically a movie about sister bonding, and there was a weird sexual assault component thrown in that had pretty much zero effect on the story. So for most people, it would probably have been a waste of time, but I thought it was hilarious. My favorite part is how they made it open for a sequel, because that was done terribly. Also I downloaded the Count Down app and apparently I’m going to die at 45, and honestly I’m not mad about that. Mostly because the app is fake.

A few weeks ago I was with the love of my life, Josh Booth, and we were board so he put me in his laundry basket and made it into a roller coaster. This is unrelated to literally everything, but I just remembered it and I thought it was funny so I inserted a picture.

A really funny thing happened today at break. I was walking through the Rat staircase with my friend Ava, and as we walked by the Queen Rat made a retching noise and said “Jesus Ava”. I thought that was the funniest thing at the time. This is taken out of context so no one freak out, I just wanted to mention it.

I remember something happening last week that I really wanted to blog about, but I can’t remember exactly what it was. So that’s annoying. Because I thought it was really funny, but now I just can’t do anything about it. It might have been that I made a google site called Spider Salad, but I don’t think that was it.

Yesterday in Calculus I was falling asleep, and that was unfortunate because we were reviewing for the quiz that we have tomorrow, so that was tragic. Mr. Mac called on me because he thought I didn’t do the example problem, but even though I did, I was so out of it that I messed it up. Which was even more tragic. I got my fish hat back though.

On my last test all I could think was “yo soy una ninja de frutas” so I thought I failed, but I ended up getting a 93 somehow, so I was super happy. But my brain has been so scattered recently that I don’t think I’ll be able to get a grade like that again. My goal this year was to get a 100 on anything in math, becuase I haven’t since I got to high school. But I don’t see that happening because I’m really good at doing stupid things like “4 times 2 is 6”.

Since applying to college I’ve been a mess. I think that after function on so much stress I am now unsure of what to do with myself. On Saturday I had the time to watch T.V. for like three hours and it felt so weird. I kept getting up and wandering around my house because I felt like I wasn’t doing enough.

There’s a Halloween event going on in the video game I play with Josh Booth because it’s a horror game, so of course there’s an event. But that means we’ve been playing a lot. On Saturday, instead of going anywhere after seeing Count Down, we went back to my house and played video games until 3 am. Then we got a snack and went to bed.

Tomorrow I am going to get breakfast before school with so people. I think it will be fun, but I’m also pretty sure it is a mistake for me to do this. I am so tired and I have no money. So that’s a womp womp for me. But that won’t stop me from going.

This blog is just a jumbled mess of things in my brain, so that’s a good time. That’s probably what most of them will be like though, unless something interesting happens to me, since I can’t write anything else about Saw or any of the other horror related things that I love.