RV trip part 2 July 4-6

Wednesday, July 4th, 2012
So today we really just went to the beach. Nothing fancy. I guess that we forgot about fireworks... because we did not go see any.. Bummer. Oh well, there's always next year.
Thursday, July 5th, 2012
Today we went to the beach.... again. The only thing that looked different were all the discarded firecrackers that were left on the beach. I found a bunch of sea glass today though. After that, we went to a meet and greet above the pond, back at Indigo Bluffs. It was so nice meeting people and learning about them!
Friday, July 6th, 2012
So today, we went driving. I really hate driving around, I'm not sure why... To understand, you would have to come with me.. which I do not recommend.
I'm sorry that this post was so boring and vague, I just cannot remember much from the past couple days.

Pictures from Michigan part 2!

I wasn't sure how to download all of the pictures from my phone on to here, which is why there are not many pictures, but don't worry, I will figure it out!

 This was along a really pretty scenic drive that my parents forced us to take.

 My parents holding hands walking down the pier to get to the light house.

 A light house that was directly across from another light house

 Some cool rocks in the water.

Rv trip part 2 June 17th - July 3rd

I was supposed to blog everyday like I did last year, but I guess that I did not stick to my word. So before I apologize, I should probably give you all the details of what has happened since my last post.
Also I am putting pictures in here too, and in another post!
Sunday, June 17th, 2012
We arrived at Indigo Bluffs around 3:30, I think. It was sunny, beautiful, and, best of all, hot! Once we were checked in and got settled on our wonderful lot, my best friend, Anna, and I decided we would go swimming.... Not a good idea. There were so many people, well younger kids, in the pool that we both changed our minds. We ended up "catching" frogs in the gorgeous pond right outside of our lot. We named one Bertie, who is the nicest frog in the world! He let us pet him and pick him up. Then we caught one and named him Ned. Ned is a lime green frog who is amazing. Next there's Alfredo. He is a mean frog. Later on that night, we went back to the pool, and, luckily, there was no one there! (Since it was around dinner time) We swam for a while, then went back to the RV, where we cooked s'mores. Anna and I made such a sticky mess with our hands that Spider man would've been jealous! After that, we went to a beach that has beautiful sunsets. We took the dogs and Mia loved the sand so much. I swear she looked high when she was running around like crazy! When we returned home, Anna and I were both so exhausted that we fell asleep almost instantly... (after a major giggle fit..)
Monday, June 18th, 2012
Today we decided to go to the isolated beach. I really missed that place! It was as beautiful as I remembered. I'm more interested in finding sea glass, than swimming, but Anna likes to swim. So while I was searching, quite successfully, for sea glass, Anna was attempting to swim in the shallow water. After that we went to the pool. I think that is all that we did.
Tuesday, June 19th, 2012
We went to the isolated beach again today. I also think that we went into town and shopped. Anna and I both got 2 pairs of aviator sunglasses that are adorable! We also bought a boogie board.. and later learned that we needed two because Anna and I enjoyed it so much! Although we never used the second board because it was too cold.
Wednesday, June 20th, 2012.
So it happened one of these days. Maybe the 21st, 22nd, or the 23rd. I don't really remember.
Well Anna and I were boogie boarding / body surfing on the isolated beach. Since I'm kind of afraid of water, well I'm not afraid of water, I'm afraid of not being able to see my feet, (Or being bitten by something)  I was extremely grateful that the water only comes up to your mid-thigh, in most places, and is crystal clear. I swear that we were doing this for about 2 hours! The only downside is that there are random arrangements of rocks, big and small, throughout the water. When a wave would come, we would have to hope that there wouldn't be a rock in the way. I still have some blue marks.. We ended up deciding that we had had enough of the rocks and were moving to a better, rockless spot. As we were walking down the beach, this guy comes down toward us. Well he wasn't just any guy, he was a gorgeous Abercrombie and Fitch model times 1,000,000,000,000. I guess what I'm trying to say is he was totally drool worthy, the kind of guy that makes you melt like butter on the inside.. by just looking at him, omg. Well as we were walking away, the guy goes to our spot, (where Anna and I were just body surfing) strips down to his underwear, (they were briefs (; ) and starts to body surf. Oddly, he only does it about 3 times, then quickly gets dressed, and speed walks away up the path. We finally reached my parents, who had just come into our view, and excitedly told them the story as we walked up the same path to our car... They were creeped out. (I could also tell that Anna was looking for him.. I have to admit.. I was too, but he was no where in sight) It was only until a couple days later when my dad told us something that made our drooling mouths dry up instantly.
I know that this is going to sound dumb, but when you think about it and connect the dots, it could be merely coincidental or completely intertwined.
What my dad told us was... As my parents were walking down the beach toward us, we were barely in their sight, there was another man walking towards them. When he saw my parents, he cut up though the grass and went through the woods, towards the road. They saw that soon after the man did that, the really hot guy got out of the water and took off. Anna and I both thought that it was fishy that he only body surfed 3 times. If he was just going to take a dip in the water, it would've been in and out. Hmm. My dad then told us that when we went up to our car, about 30 seconds after the really hot guy left, he saw the kind of van that you stay away from, it's just an instinct. You know, the scary white van? Well, he said that this one was a Chevy and was a golden color. Anna and I didn't notice it because we were too busy fawning over this godly man. (lol) When he told us this, we both realized that the guy had kept looking back at us when we were walking away, embarrassingly enough, we thought that, well, he was checking out our butts, (This is so embarrassing!) but, from watching so many episodes of NCIS, we decided that he was trying to hold our attention, so that he could possibly lure us away... Now Anna and I know that even if the guy is extremely hot, he could be trying to kidnap you, or is just a major pervert who likes underage girls.
Do you see how it could have been a coincidence or an attempted kidnapping? It probably was nothing, but it really opened our eyes to how deceiving looks can be! From now on, if I ever meet a very attractive person, I am doing a full back ground check on them for any criminal records, bad deeds, and grades... (I have to know if they are smart or not because if they are smart, then they will be able to construct a perfect evil plan that won't fail. It was pretty obvious that these guys were amateurs..) Just kidding.. well maybe. Although, from now on, I am going to make sure that I am in my parents range of sight! I also devised a plan. It's what I will do if I am ever kidnapped on the beach. So if they try to grab me, I will kick them in the groin and jab them in the rib. I will also run for the nearest stick that is sharp, screaming my head off, and stab them through the cheek or in the eye.. then run away as fast as I can! But who would want to kidnap me? I'm pretty much crazy..
We learned our lesson to not trust strangers though!
June 24th - the 26th
So we pretty much went to the isolated beach everyday, went and got ice cream after, coffee for Anna and cake batter/coffee for me, and then went to the pool. That was pretty much all that we did...
Wednesday, June 27th, 2012
Oh, but we also went kayaking one day. It was so much fun! It was about a 6 and a half mile ride on a crystal clear river! It was so beautiful! I did not think I would like kayaking, since it was my first time, but I really enjoyed it! Even though I fell out at one point, lost my life vest, (since we didn't need to wear one, but it was required that we have one in the boat) and lost my shoe.. but don't worry! I recovered all of the lost items.. I also ran into a couple trees that had fallen down, but I think all of us, Anna, my dad, and I, hit a couple obstacles. As I was rowing down the river, I started to think that it was a lot like life. In the beginning, it was calm and easy, I was just starting to get the hang of it. Then came the obstacles, obviously the challenges in our life. Each time, I had to avoid or get out of the situation, and each time, I solved the problem, each one with its own level of difficulty.
 Next came this tube that you could go down, it went very fast when you came out, and you would have to make a sharp left turn or you would run into the bank. The other option was to drag your kayak across the road from the portage. (The definition is "The word portage as it refers to paddling is the act of carrying a boat, raft, canoe, or kayak around an obstacle in the water. Portage can also refer to the path one uses to carry their boat around the obstacle.") So I was going to go down the tube, but I couldn't get lined up properly and I fell out. (This is where I lost my life vest and my shoe. I'm special.) So in the end, I had to take the portage.. because I was embarrassed of my obvious fail at kayaking. I realized that the tube represented the risks in life that you can take, without knowing the outcome, and the portage represented the easier way out. You know what the outcome is going to be and it's the safest option. I realized all of this after I had an inner hissy fit.. Don't judge me, I had never fallen out of a boat before.. I am such a wimp.. All of this hit me when I had calmed down. When it hit me, I was, I'm just going to call it coasting, (I wasn't using the paddle) along the river. It was a little deeper than the previous parts. I know that I've said this before, I am kind of afraid of water, and I did not want to fall in at this part. Mostly because there was a ton of weird grass at the bottom and I don't like.. river.. grass.. I guess. (I sound so messed right now.) Even though the water was crystal clear  and calm without any obstacles, I was kind of nervous. I learned that it represented the calmer parts of life where everything is going okay, but if something went wrong, you would not be able to handle it. Anyways, those are my inferences of wisdom.. for the whole year. :)
Thursday, June 28th, 2012
Today, Anna had to go home because her two weeks with us, were, unfortunately, up. It was a good drive and we made awesome time! It was about a 4 and a half hour drive to and from. We met in Ann Arbor at a Red Robbins.. I've never ate there before.. It was quite sad that she had to go! I really enjoyed having a friend here! On our way home, I had some really good chats with my dad!
As we were driving home, it was so hot! Just look at the temperature!




















Friday, June 29th, 2012
Today, the weather was gorgeous! We went to the beach and it was so hot! I found a ton of sea glass! I'll put some pictures on here! Before Anna left, I was able to get her hooked on finding sea glass, but she had a hard time concentrating because she has a concussion.. :(
Saturday, June 30th, 2012.
Today we went to a place that's south of Empire. We went shopping and ate at a Jewish deli that my parents said was very good, I was not hungry. We went into a shoe store and I got a new pair of Sperry Top-Sider's! I love them so much! It's my 3rd pair. I named them Bonnie and Clyde. :)
We stopped at a light house, which was very pretty. Then we went back home. I cannot recall if we went to the beach or not.











Sunday, July 1st, 2012
Today we went to church, obviously! It was a wonderful mass! After mass we came home and had lunch, read for a little, then headed to the beach. I know that I have said this before, but the beach was absolutely stunning. The water was extremely calm today and was so clear, it was like looking through glass in high definition. It was also very hot that day, so I was extremely grateful for the cool water! I found a bit of sea glass, but I was more interested in getting a tan.
Monday, July 2nd, 2012
Today, was a lazy day.. And I mean lazy! We all just sat down and relaxed/read all day. I know that it sounds boring, but it's not. I enjoy reading.. a lot. I finished about 4 books today! That's all we did.
Tuesday, July 3rd, 2012
Today, I woke up to horrible thunderstorms.. but I've always secretly enjoyed seeing the lightning and hearing the thunder. I've always found it interesting. I fell back asleep to the sound of rain, which is very calming. My parents went out to go grocery shopping and I decided to stay home. So here I am, catching up on my blog that was supposed to be daily.. and I guess that it's time to start apologizing and blaming random things for my laziness.
Well first off, my dad's wifi hot spot on his phone was not working correctly for a while, I also had a friend with me for two weeks, and I felt that it would be rude if I was blogging. My last reason is because I was too lazy to blog. That shows how dedicated I am...
Sorry!
I promise to be more active in blogging now that I do not have any distractions!

The RV trip day 1

So yesterday was the first day of my second month long RV trip. For my friend, Anna, who is coming along with us for 2 weeks, it is her first trip.
Unlike last time, our trip was pretty uneventful.
Unfortunately.
We took off at about 9 a.m. (with no stress or difficulties) (Last year my dad spent about 5 hours trying to find the right bike hitch. We left at 2 p.m.)
Being my dad, he just had to honk the really loud horn, resulting in waking up our neighbors and having them wave to us. (Embarrassing.)
My mom decided to drive our car separately... leaving my friend and I alone with my dad... causing me to be the navigator.
Well I'll just say that we drove, and drove, and drove.
The good thing is that we made it through all of the tole booths without any problems or accidents!
Since we are taking a two-day trip to get to Indigo Bluffs, we needed to find a camp for the night. We found one without any issues, but we did have some problems getting there.
You know how I said that my mom was taking a separate car? Yeah, well I had to give my dad the directions...
I inherited my moms sense of direction..
I got us about 30 minutes lost.
I am blaming it on the GPS.
In the end, we made it to the camp ground safe and sound.
I just hope it turns out that way for Sunday.

Highway to Hell. Part 2

June 12, 2012

I only have 4 more days until It happens.
4 more days until my parents go on a wonderful road trip.
4 more days until I am going to be dragged into that horrid thing they call iRV.
4 more days left of freedom and happiness.
4 more days until I am forced to go on vacation. No, it's not a vacation, it is more like the "vacation" that the family in the movie "RV" had.
4 more days of wasting time.
4 more days of my lovely home in Pennsylvania.
4 more days until we go to Michigan.
4 more days until we are gone for a month.
4 more days until I have to blog daily.
4 more days until the highway to Hell. Part 2.
Great.
So in 4 more days (Obviously) my family and I, along with my best friend Anna, are departing on a "wonderful" road trip.
If you read my previous entries from my first trip, then you would know that I suffered greatly... so now it's my parents turn to suffer. :)
Considering that I had a change of heart near the last days of the trip, you're probably thinking that it will be smooth sailing (driving) for us.
Wrong.
It feels like you're on an airplane with the worst turbulence you've ever imagined.
Have you ever tried walking during turbulence?
I ran into a cabinet.. and a door. (And a couple other things, but I am to ashamed to admit that.)
I'm sure that the vacation will go well.. but with my family, you never know.
So I'll talk to you in 4 days.
Please pray that I'll survive this time.
I hardly made it through the first time.. a second trip might be pushing my luck.

Who I am

Every year I look back on what I've accomplished and what I've learned. Who I've become friends with and who I've lost. I remember the mistakes I've made and the lessons I've learned, but most importantly the experiences that have shaped me into who I am today. I didn't plan for this to be a poem, but it started to rhyme, so I decided to take a chance. This is my first poem.... so it's going to be pretty rough.

Today I am a girl, just like everyday
With a steady gaze and hazel eyes,
With long brown hair that can shine like a ray,
Who is kinda tall, only 5'5"
Imperfect, but perfect in her own way.

A girl who wears mostly Abercrombie and Hollister,
Hoping her makeup is just right,
Who looks preppy and proper,
but only during the daylight.

A girl who goes natural in the security of her home,
Without makeup and perfect hair,
Who wears her favorite pair of sweats and turns off her phone,
Reading a book, not giving a care,
Content with the quietness of being alone.

A girl who gets scared by a freaky thought,
But watches countless crime shows at night,
Who learns from the lessons that mistakes have taught,
Who never goes down without a fight,
resulting in countless of scars from battles fought.

A girl who wants peace and hope,
Who wants to see smiles on everyones face,
Wanting to help everyone cope,
Who puts people first, not caring about their religion or race.

A girl who loves her friends,
Who has countless memories of their inside jokes and happiness,
Knowing that she will be with them til the end,
Who gives and has a shoulder to cry on in times of sadness,
And will always keep in touch. Read, reply, send.

A girl who has thoughts on everything,
Who has ADD and cannot keep her feet still,
Who squeezes her mouth shut, even though blurting out is tempting,
Who gives good advice, but never follows her own on free will.

A girl who dreams of showing who she really is to everyone in time,
Who wants to be seen, yet be hidden,
Who wants to be well known, but anonymous and clandestine,
Like a spy who wants to be free, but forbidden.

A girl who expresses herself though art,
Who finds music mystifying and beautiful,
Who is either just doodling or creating a master piece from her heart,
And who is always looking for something wonderful.

Mother, mere, mama, mom, mommy, whatever she's called.

I love my mom.
I know.... Shocker.
Who doesn't love their mom? Don't answer that, some people might have reasons.
But I do not care.
My mom carried me for 9 months, throwing up and all those horrible things that come with pregnancy.
She had always prayed for a little girl with brown hair and big brown eyes. God must really love her, (He loves all of us.. duh! :P) because she got what she wanted. A girl with brown hair and brown eyes. (I would've preferred hazel eyes, but I'm not complaining.) My mom is my best friend. I go to her with everything. (Don't get me wrong, I love my daddy to pieces, but my mom and I have a bond that only a mother and daughter can have.)
She has always been there for me and for that, I am truly grateful.
I make sure to tell her that I love her every chance I get. You can never say "I love you" too much. I have learned that.
I do not know what I will do when she is gone.
But I do not want to think about that right now.
I still have plenty (God willing) of years with her.
I mean, I'm only in eighth grade, so I won't be going off to college for another 4 years. Oh boy... College. I seriously think that my parents are considering moving out to wherever I chose to go.... Do you know any good forensic science schools that are in Pennsylvania?
My mom tells me the best stories about my childhood. I have the worst memory of it. I think that it is because when I was 5, I hit my head on a tree and I blacked out for about 5 minutes. I seriously can only remember one or two things from before that.
My favorite story is about an elephant.... It might also be my most embarrassing story, but I've learned to laugh it off.
So I was at the zoo in the elephant house, sitting in my stroller minding my own business, waving at the baby elephant. Well apparently the mama elephant did not like this because she decided to pick up a pile of poop and chuck it at me. There I was totally relaxed, only to be suddenly covered in elephant crap. Mother's will obviously do anything to protect their children..
I just love my mom.
I know that I've already said that but I really, really do!
I hope that one day my daughter can look at me and feel the same amount of love (maybe even more) that I feel for my mom.
I know that my mom loves me because she drives me to school everyday. Now, I know that it doesn't seem that important, but she gets up in the morning at five, makes me my lunch, attempts to wakesup my dad and I, makes us breakfast, eats her breakfast, does her bible study, and is usually the one who is ushering me out the door. She drives me, even though she dreads it, because she's an awesome person. Now I doubt that she will drive me next year when I have to catch the bus at 6:30 a.m.  but that's okay because she has done so much for me already and I am grateful for that.
My mom has the best faith in God. She goes to church more than 2 times a week. She is always wanting to help people. She is always at the outreach or organizing functions to raise money or food for people who are less fortunate than us at church. I hope that one day I can be like her, it would be an honor. She, and my dad, are the ones that keep me active in my faith.
I know that my mom is my hero. She always will be.
I love her to the bottom of my heart.
So mom, thanks for being my mom and Happy Mother's Day.
Love you!
Ali

Friends

In life, there are always going to be those certain people who you just love. They are called "Friends."
Friends are people who you can look up too. They are the ones you can trust with your secrets. They are the ones that are always there for you and who you are always there for. Even though people have different opinions on what a friend is, they usually can agree on somethings. So I'm going to tell you what I think a true friend is....
1.) Someone you can look up to.
2.) Someone who is always there for you
3.) Someone who you are always there for
4.) Someone who you can trust
5.) Someone who trusts you
6.) Someone who knows your secrets
7.) Someone who laughs at you when you fall down... then helps you get back up... then pushes you back down.
8.) Someone who encourages you
9.) Someone who believes in you
10.) Someone who stands up for you
11.) Someone that you have a ton of things in common with.. or nothing in common with.
12.) Someone you can be yourself with.
13.) Someone who is like a sister/brother to you.
14.) Someone who you can be totally crazy with and they won't care at all.
15.) Someone who you talk to constantly
16.) Someone who you are inseparable from.
17.) Someone who you love like a sister/brother
18.) Someone who is like family
19.) Someone who will always forgive you
20.) Someone who lets you cry on their shoulder and knows that they can cry on yours.
21.) Someone who accepts you for who you are... even when you are being a bum.
22.) Someone who is totally okay that you are completely out of your mind
23.) Someone who knows you better than you do
24.) Someone who remembers your passwords and tells you them when you forget.
25.) Someone you can go shopping with
26.) Someone who knows your schedule better than you do (In a non-creepy way. :P)
27.) Someone who tells you "Good luck," and means it.
28.)Someone who helps you try new things
29.) Someone who is as crazy as you are
30.) Someone who will do whatever you want to do with you... even if it is a horrible idea and you could probably die trying it.

Friends, True friends, are extremely important. Whenever you have someone that special in your life, never let them go, even if they hurt your feelings. I've lost several good friends throughout my life. We stopped talking, moved our separate ways, and slowly faded out of each others memory. Never let that happen. You have to work through your problems. You guys have to talk it out! It's not everyday that someone who is like you in many ways, someone who understands you, and someone who you trust comes into your life. They are all different in many ways, even though they have the same qualities, but the one thing that they all have in common is.... You miss them terribly when they go.
Hold on to your friends, they are the ones who will be there for you in the high and low points in your life. Having many friends, even just one, is better than not having anyone to talk to.
This is a huge world, but out of the billions of people on this planet, only a few are your true best friends. That is why they are so important to hold on to.

Standardized Tests *Insert disapproval here*

I'm sure that everyone has taken a standardized test before. In my 14 years of life, I have taken the PSSA's, the IOWA's and the Cogats. I have probably taken more, unfortunately, I probably have memory loss from all the preparation we have to do for these tests... Which is the reason why I cannot remember if I have taken more or not.. (The sad part is... I have no clue what any of those stand for.) I have taken the PSSA's every year since 5th grade or maybe it was the IOWA's. I can't remember, but I do know one thing. Last week, the 13th, 14th, and 15th of March, the 6th, 7th, and 8th graders were taking the PSSA's.

I walked into my eighth grade homeroom with one of my best friends, Eliza. Everything seemed completely normal and fine... Until the guidance counselors came onto the announcements. *Attention teachers, make sure that all of your students are in your room. Please collect all cell phones, iPods, cameras, (cameras... really?) and any other electronic devices. Testing will begin shortly, please start distributing the test and answer booklets.* (I roll my eyes at their words, it was so obvious that they had rehearsed what to say many times.) Groans and complaints from my classmates filled the room, but I did not join in. As the teacher, Mr. P, walked around, collecting said "electronic devices," one of the many smart mouthed kids in my class decided to be difficult. "Mr. P, my calculator is electronic, do you need to collect that too?" "Nah." (My HR teacher is pretty cool, so he's used to it.) "But I can write messages on my calculator. Wouldn't that be considered cheating?" "Just don't cheat," Mr. P replies. "I can't promise anything....." Sometimes I wonder why people love making things difficult. I sit in my seat waiting for testing to begin, I just want to get it over with. Everything was going great, the math portion of the test was pretty easy, and I was almost done. I have had 3 good math teachers this year. The first one, Mr. M was diagnosed with colon cancer at the end of the 1st semester. To be honest, if he wasn't our teacher for that small portion of time, I would not have liked math as much.(Don't worry! He is all better, but he is waiting to come back. Recovering from cancer takes a long time!) His replacement was Mr. W... about half of the girls in our class had a crush on him, I was not one of them. Next comes Ms. C, she is so funny and a really good teacher. She is the one who has been preparing us for the tests. Now back on topic!
 I had just closed my test booklet, when someone decides to make farting noises. Now, I have to admit, it was pretty funny. You know how it is. Dead quiet, you could hear a pin drop, when suddenly someone.. you know... toots. Everyone was trying to cover up their snickers and giggles.. Quite unsuccessfully in my opinion. Mr. P tells us to settle down. (Apparently laughing could be considered cheating.... Oh standardized tests, do you know how much I love you?)
Next comes the reading portion. You have to read a passage on something, answer the multiple choice questions, then do a written response. After that, you read another passage or two, answer the multiple choice questions, and do another written response! It's so much fun! (NOT!)
Luckily the class listened to the teacher and behaved.
When I finished the reading portion, I once again closed my booklet. Looking around the room, I realized how amazingly intelligent my classmates are. A couple seats behind me, someone was "reading" their book upside down. That takes a lot of skill. Another was trying to catch food in their mouth.. trying. A couple were coloring stick figures with crayons.... not that there is anything wrong with crayons.. They're pretty fun to use.
Other than that, everyone else seemed normal.
The dead silence was rudely interrupted by the guidance counselors once more, *Teachers, there is 10 minutes left of testing. We will come on again to dismiss students who need extra time to specific locations. We will then dismiss students to first period. Please start collecting materials.* Again, waaayyyy to rehearsed. I practically have it memorized because we've been hearing the same thing since our first PSSA test. I guess some people don't like change.
This continued for 2 more days.
Everyday I heard the collective groans and the sighs of relief when the tests were over. I heard my friends and enemies saying, "Why do we have to do this?" "This is so stupid!" "They cannot force us to take these tests!"
I've learned that in life, you are going to have to do things you really don't want to do. Instead of complaining about it and making it more miserable for you and others, be positive. If you do it with a positive attitude, it will mostly likely be more enjoyable for you. (and for others because they won't have to hear you complain.) Life will be more enjoyable. I used to be really negative about taking standardized tests, but lately, I've realized that it is mandatory. I learned that I need to accept that I will take the tests. This time, in 8th grade, I was positive about them. I tried not to complain and at the end, I was able to be happy that I tried to do my best. I did not have the feeling of relief because they were over, instead, I had the feeling of satisfaction.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that no matter what, if you have a positive attitude, you will come out smiling. (even if it takes a really long time to realize.)

School

I cannot believe that school is almost over... well, 3 months. Time really does fly! Not literally.
9th grade will be starting in August. I'm taking 4 honors classes. Honors Biology, Honors English, Honors Geometry, and Honors American and European History.  I have no clue why I capitalized all of those....
I'm not sure what else to say.
This was a very sucky blog post.
Sorry!
Don't do drugs.

Dreams

How many of you have dreams? (That's a weird question to ask.. almost everyone has dreams.. I hope.)
I have the strangest dreams.
They are usually funny.
They are usually violent.
And they usually involve my friends getting pushed of cliffs by monkey's wearing tutu's....
They are also usually very twisted and my friends usually find them very offensive. I do too, because the monkey's usually attack me.
Last night I had a dream where I was reading a book. Normal, huh? Nope.
I was just sitting there reading the book, but the weird part is... someone was reading the book to me. I cannot remember the words, but it was so clear and it sounded like an actual story/passage. It wasn't like a romance novel or teen book, but it seemed like it was from a long time ago. What I mean is the kind of books that Shakespeare, Mark Twain, and other famous authors wrote. It had meaning and a purpose. I am not saying that the books these days are useless. They aren't. I love reading books so much. It's just that this one seemed like a legendary book. Okay. It sounded like a very advanced novel that Englished scholars would study, but this book probably did not exist. That is why I find this dream so weird. I've had a couple dreams like these before. I do not know how to explain it.
Okay, I should probably stop talking because you probably think that I have gone totally crazy... again.
So, the dreams with the monkeys..
They usually start off with one of my friends dancing very awkwardly, stupidly, and dangerously close to the edge of a cliff. They are normally wearing a really weird outfit. (One that they wouldn't be caught dead in) Then a random monkey runs out from a random bush that just decided to show up. They yell, "Boo!" at my friend, which then causes her to fall of the cliff...
I think that I need help.

People

It seems like I've been apologizing a lot lately on here. So here it goes, I'm sorry that I haven't been on here in a while, I've been so busy, blah, blah, blah. You get the point... right? Do you know what really annoys me?
People. Who. Always. Think. That. They. Are. Right.
I don't have a reason to get annoyed with them, it just happens. I was (notice how I said "was." This means that we are not friends anymore.) friends with this person who believed that they were always right. Remember, I'm only in 8th grade, so this is pretty cocky of him. He was positive that his political views, opinions for himself and for other people, his wants, his needs, his answers, literally everything, were correct. Sometimes they were, but other times, they were so far from right, it wasn't even funny.
 I am part Native American. One of my ancestors married Tecumseh's grand niece or sister. (I think that Tecumseh was a Shawnee Indian Chief.) He tried to convince me that I was not Native American because it happened a long time ago. I might not have the "Native American" features, but the rest of my family does. According to him, I am not even "part" Native American because it happened, maybe, 400 years ago. I am not sure why, but I am extremely protective of my ancestry and family history. My dad and I both share the interest of where we are from and who our ancestors are. That was kind of an insult to me. You're most likely confused why... Even though they married into our family a few centuries ago, they are still part of our family and our history. If something happened a while ago, it doesn't mean that it never existed. It is still part of history, even if it is a small part. Okay, now I'm confused. I just don't like people telling me that my family history is wrong. You're probably thinking that I'm over reacting.
I'm not.
He then proceeded to tell me that my political views, my PARENTS political views, and my GRAND PARENTS political views were wrong. I hate politics. They get a lot of people in trouble and they cause a large amount of tension between people. That is why I am not choosing sides until I have to vote. Did I mention that this is coming from an 8th grader? Isn't that kind of.. oh I don't know... horrible? He said that not having a political party was wrong. I'm only 14, I won't be voting for another 4 years. I definitely will not be choosing his political party. I'm choosing my parents, 1, because I can, and 2. I want to tick him off.
This just has me so worked up, even though it shouldn't. I just need to get it off my chest, then I'll be okay.
He tends to assume that people want what he wants and he thinks that he knows what people want. He persistently told me that I wanted to take advanced gym. I am horrible at gym, I have absolutely no clue how I have an A. I would be amazed with a B. It's not that I'm fat or out of shape, I just really hate participating or sweating.... Did I mention that I have gym first period? (That is the reason that I don't like to sweat.) When I told him that I do not want to take advanced gym, he would not stop saying it. I like making my own decisions and I tend to get defensive when people repeatedly try to tell me what I want to do. I'm totally fine with my parents, family, and teachers giving me suggestions, ideas, and helping me out. (Also telling me how to do things, what to do, like chores, homework... etc.) I just don't want to be judged by someone who is my age. What does he know about life? What do I know about life?
I've been told that I'm annoying before. I'm totally fine with it too, it is part of who I am. The reason I've been called that is not because I tell people what to do (I don't) it is because I am literally crazy. (Ask Anyone!)
This guy, makes me want to rip out hair and scream a really loud frustrated scream. (Maybe do some foot stomping) He also makes me want to put duct tape over his mouth.. forever. Of course he would still be able to breath, because if he couldn't, then that would be mean! Duh. He makes me want to give him a Gibb's Slap. (NCIS people will get this.) Is that so wrong?
I just wish that people with true knowledge would share it with people and people who think that they have knowledge would keep their thoughts to themselves... or just post their opinions on Facebook and let people ridicule them....
The last thing that just makes me want to scream is that he thinks he is so amazing and that everyone loves him........  I think that anyone who is semi-intelligent would know that what he thinks ^^^^^^ right there.. is not right.
People like him make me extremely concerned for our generation......... God help us..