I am going to disappear

Do you know that feeling where you eat way too much and then when you walk it swashes around in your stomach uncomfortably? I've got that right now and am not enjoying it.

In other news I am leaving for Iowa tomorrow for my grandparents 50th anniversary party. I really don't want to go. My Dad's side of the family does not like me, and spending a few days making awkward chit-chat while they fawn over my sister and ignore me is not really my idea of a good time. Hopefully by then I will have finally figured out how to become invisible, something I've been wanting to do for a very long time.

Also while I am gone I will be missing two parties, hosted by two of my best friends, (well the second one is a maybe) and I haven't hung out with them in a while due to the fact that band is every day, right smack dab in the middle of the day, making it impossible to do anything because we are being GRADED on coming to summer classes. I cant even begin to explain how wrong this is. My grade, on my actual report card, depends on me coming to band in SUMMER. Tell me, is this not completely and totally wrong?!?!?!?

Then as soon as I get back from Iowa (a freaking 10 hour drive) I will have to leave at 5 the next morning to go to the high school to get carted off to band camp. I have reason to be afraid, I've heard horrible things about band camp. Then I can relax for a week... and get carted off to cross country camp. Yes, the world hates me. A lot.

So I'm going to go, and try to forget about the fiasco that will be occurring soon enough. So, I will disappear for a week and a half, come back for a week, then disappear for another week. So this blog is going to be patchy, because I sincerely doubt it would be a good idea to bring a laptop to camp.

I want it to snow

It is very frustrating and discouraging to try really hard at something you know you will never be good at. I will never be a very good runner, I don't have any natural talent. I try and try at cross country, but I know I will always be last on the team. Mostly I am running to stay in shape and be healthy, but it is kind of hard when in every practice I am being passed by everyone.

The only sport I enjoy, the only spot I am good at, is skiing, and most unfortunately it happens to be summer right now. Not the best time for skiing. I could stay out on the slopes all day, well if I didn't get cold. Also skiing is something that in my opinion is great for just being by yourself. I meet lots of interesting people on the ski lifts, and then I can just race down, and, crap it is finally summer vacation and all I want is for it to snow.

I am completely changing the subject, so try to keep up, this blog is going to jump around a lot. (And I don't mean just this post, but like the entire blog in general) I have been in a very bad mood for the past few days and to say so myself have been doing a great job at hiding it. I am not even going to go into the reasons for my un-happiness because it is too complicated.

I have also been having a very busy week. I go to band for two hours every day, and then to cross country soon after on certain days. I am very tired, and very done with the world. I think that I am just going to end this post now because I am making absolutely no sense at all and it would benefit everyone if I just shut up.
Bye

Hibernation and Panic-Attacks

I ran 4 and a half miles today. I feel pretty happy about that. I know, I know, tons of super-runners are scratching their heads saying, "Why the heck is she happy about that? 4 and a half miles is nothing!" But for a 14 year old geek who does nothing but read usually this is an accomplishment. I was rained on and thoroughly wet, but that made it easier. I don't really enjoy running, like the act of moving one foot in front of the other, but being on a team is cool, and knowing that I am getting in better shape is cool too.

But this week is difficult, no other freshman are coming to the practices, and I feel invisible in the crowd of seniors and juniors. It is odd, it's like they are speaking a language I haven't been taught. It wasn't like this with my other upper-classman friends I made in journalism last year, we shared interests, they seemed to like me, and we could talk about stuff. In cross country I am invisible and un-noticed. It kind of sucks.

But onto other important matters. My best friend Stella had a Harry Potter panic-attack. She was forced to stop reading the Deathly Hallows, and had a minor meltdown. She freaked out and had to call me to calm down, and now is wondering if she will ever be at peace if she is not reading Harry Potter. I can sympathise. I don't show any outward signs of freaking out, but on the inside I wish that I was reading it, I wish I was in the book, I wish the series wouldn't have ended. I guess we are having a bad case of Harry Potter withdrawal. Tell me if this happens to any of you in the comments.

But I am in need of a really, really good book to read, any ideas? I just need to read! I need a distraction from my sucky life, I need to disappear into an amazing story. I need to enter someone else's life for a day or two. I might just sleep because it will be something to do. Wow, how sad is that? Is it possible for people to hibernate? Because hibernation sounds pretty good right now.

Mice and Mockingbirds

I am so disappointed in the Harry Potter Movie that I am not even going to mention it in this blog. Well besides this sentence.

I had to get up really early this morning to go to the orthodontist. I know they tell you taffy isn't a good idea, I still ate a ton of laffy taffy, and therefor broke my retainer. Oops. But today is a very good day because... I DON"T HAVE CROSS COUNTRY AGAIN UNTIL TUESDAY!!!! Because I happen to be the worst runner on the girls Woodridge high school Cross Country team, I am not a huge fan of going to practice. Not a huge achievement on my part. But, oh well, I can get up and run 4 miles if need be, more than I thought I could ever do back when I was a little 6th grader.

But in the time from my last blog I have gotten in a fight with my mother, and gotten in a fight with one of my best friends, whoopie. If only if only drama didn't exist. But I'm going into my freshman year of high school, I know I am in for a heckofalotof drama.

Now I have a question for you people who read my blog, if there are any. Is it creepy for a sophomore guy to only go out with 8th graders and freshman? This guy (no names) my friend told me about has crushed on 4 8th graders and dated two of them, and all his other girl-friends have been at least a year younger. I say this is odd. What is your opinion?

But I am happy for two reasons. #1, I have finally read Of Mice And Men, and absolutely loved it, it made me cry. My favorite books are the ones that make me cry. My friends do not understand this, sticking to the SAD IS BAD campaign for books, but I disagree. If a book is good enough to make you feel, to make you feel so strongly that it brings you to tears, it is a good book. I also like books that make me laugh, for the same reason.

#2, I have finally convinced my sister to read To Kill A Mockingbird, something I have been trying to do for ages.

Well that's all for now folks!

HARRY POTTER!!!!!!!!!

I am both looking forward too, and dreading the rest of the day. I get to see Harry Potter at midnight with my friend Jacob- good. I have cross country in an hour and a half- very very bad.

I dread the start of the season with a fiery passion, I despise running, and I despise organized sports. The only reason I actually participate in such madness is the simple fact that I'm forced to. I would never willingly participate in any sport except skiing. My mother forces me to do cross country and track because I don't engage in any physical activity at all, (with the exception of skiing but that is winter) So she say I must run to stay in shape and be healthy. That is all fine and dandy but..... I HATE IT.

I am no good at running, I am going to be the worst on the high school team because I was the worst on the 8th grade girl's team. I am not a distance runner, I am a sprinter. But I have to go to practice, so I will finish this when I return.
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1 cross country practice and 1 shower later

I remember vividly why I hate to run. It sucks. And hurts. And it's hard. But I will say no more of the 4 miles of hell, I will go on to more important matters.

I AM SEEING HARRY POTTER IN APPROXIMATELY 3 AND A HALF HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am so excited, I hope it is good, but I mustn't get my hopes up too far or I will be let down in a huge sticky pile of yuckyness.
Oh Oh, on that subject I was highly disappointed in the last Jessica Darling novel, I loved the first 4 so much I was so disappointed at how bad the 5th one was. I didn't like how the author switched writing styles right at the end, and that the book only took place over a day, instead of 1 or more years like the others.

But I am to excited to write very much so I am just going to end this blog here, bye everyone!

I return!

Yes, I am back from Michigan, and I have gotten my butt off the couch and have put down my book long enough to blog. I myself am impressed.

True to my prediction, Michigan was awesome. I love it there, just to sit on the beach and read, to swim in the lake, to chill out and play poker, and munchkin. It was so cool, my uncle Luke came, and so did my best friend Stella. A little info on them: Luke is my uncle, but is only 18 so he feels like my brother. We do out best to drive each other nuts at every opportunity, and are in a constant cycle of getting revenge for one thing or another. Stella has been my best friend since pre-school, but most unfortunately we don't see each other much because she lives in Chicago still. Imagine the coolest person ever, and you've got her. I was excited to get to hang out with her for a week, and it just made the trip that much better.

Also because of the recommendations from my Mom's friend Ann, and from Hayleyghoover, I am now hooked on the Jessica Darling series. I am on the last book, and I am afraid to finish it because I don't want it to end.

I am anxiously awaiting the release of Harry Potter. I need to stop getting so hyped for these movies because I am much too harsh of a critic. I love the books so much I am always disappointed that the movies are not perfect. Stella tells me to view them as a separate work, "Imagine you have never read the books, that this is purely a movie, and it makes it a better experience. It will never compare to the books, but that doesn't mean you have to hate it." Or, something of that sort. I have great difficultly with this, I just can't help being disappointed. For more proof of my stubbornness I am out rightly refusing to watch the 10 Things I Hate About You TV show. I love the movie, it is amazing. I say, why is there need to re-do something that is perfect? Stella, again, tried to talk some sense into me. "If you look at it just as a TV show it is enjoyable, but if you expect it to be the movie, you will just hate it. Of course it's not as good, but oh well." But I am still protesting the show, my stubbornness continues.

The same thing happens everywhere, every good old Disney movie has a horrible sequel made just so the sentimental people who loved the first one will see it. No movie can be left alone, it needs to be continued. It is annoying. And the movies that are not a sequel are either a re-make, or something based on the same principal that a million other movies are based off of. The same thing happens with books, very few are really original, they are just a mix-up of the same thing all other books are. There are no new ideas anymore. But, I must end my rant, I need food
Glad to be back!

(oh also, cross country starts tomorrow, I am going to die, I am dreading it, HELP ME!!!)

Goodbye for a while

I am leaving for the Cottage in Michigan tomorrow. (If you don't know what I am talking about see my previous post titled The Cottage) I might bring my laptop, I am still deciding. But I know it is far beyond hope that I will have Internet access for that time, so I will be gone for a week. I can hear the groans of disappointment now. . . from 2 people. 1 is me. And I made up the second person.

Also I will have no cell phone reception there, so I will be entirely cut off from everything. It is a frightening prospect. So I will disappear for a week. I actually have to pack, and I only wanted to let everyone know where I was going so this will be an unusually short blog, sorry guys.

So bye for a while!