Sore

Ugh, I feel like I'm complaining too much. My legs are terribley sore, and I have no clue why. I did 'run' the mile during track today, but I walked most of the time, staying behind with my friends. I feel incredibley tired at the moment, but I need to finish a book and make a post.
But, rather than bore you with my thoughts at the moment (which mainly consist of sleep and fluffy things), I'll leave you to yourselves as I do something more to my benefit. (aka, sleeping).

Wishing I were dreaming

I'd rather be asleep right now....
Tuesdays are long, they drag on and on....my least favorite day of the week....not just because they're near the middle either.....I just feel so tired and useless on those days. I wish we could take them out of the week, and throw them away,
I wouldn't mind that. One less day in the week is
perfectly fine to me. Six is an even number, and
even numbers are supposedly lucky. But seven
is a lucky number too....
But it doesn't really matter, since I'm just blabbing about ridiculous nonsense, since I can't think straight and can't search my mind for anything else to say. So, I'll leave you to your way of life, and you'll leave me to a nice comfy bed.

Sunsets and garage roofs

I like to sit on top of my roof and watch the sunset now a days. I just remember how young I am, and just think about how much time I have left, and how I shouldn't get frustrated or worked up, and just sit back and relax every once in a little while. So now I sit on my garage roof and look at the sunset, watching the sun turn the clouds into a multitude of colors, ranging from golden yellow to blood red. It's really peaceful, and since the change in weather, it's been quite warm, too. We had a high about 75 degrees today, warm enough to make it a GREAT and wonderful day for me, I, unlike mannnny other people, enjoy Mondays, since I'm able to get back up after the long weekend and go back to school, refreshed and rejuvinated. Tuesdays and Wednesdays can be kind of a drag for me, but I look forward to all the other days. Maybe my good day will stretch and turn into a good week.

Just thinking

Just thinking, nothing else. I pretty much wrote down all my thoughts over a time base of ten minutes...well, at least the ones I'm willing to share, and the one's I actually remember.

Sometimes I wonder when the world will end...and if I'll be there to see the Armageddon. What will it be like? Just like Revelation said it would? How old will I be when it happens? What will have become of my life by then?
Where will my life go? I want to be a psychologist, but should I become involved in politics? I barely even care about politics. I know what I know from watching the Colbert Report, the radio, and my parents and teachers. I barely even pay attention to those kind of things. They're just as uninteresting to me as celebrities. Who cares about what happens up there when I've got enough to deal with down here? But maybe that's just a logical thing for a teenager to say. Right now I should be worried about whether or not a guy likes me, (which I am, and I might get into that later), my social status, and whatever the hell I'm supposed to. Well, I guess I'm kinda worried about school, since we have at least 6 projects going on right now. But wait, I've already started three of them, and I have an outline for them too, so I think I'll be fine. But I still need to do my conformation banner, and finish my sermon reports. Religion always has to fit in somewhere.
Oh, and track too. I want to beat the record for the mile. And I want to get top ten Accelerated Reader. I just have to beat the little 6th grader, and I'll have 1st place. It's my last year in middle school, after all.
High school. Now that's another issue. I won't even get involved in that right now.
I think I'll start scrap booking again. I haven't since I was eight.
Will I actually be brave enough to ask him for his phone number? I've barely even talked to him. I told Gaby we have a spiel connection, and she laughed at me. But I thought he liked me. That's at least what a little birdy told me.
Oh, and Nick too. I haven't given him a 'no' to his question, but I almost thought I was going to say yes. He's really nice and everything...I just don't feel any mutual attraction to him. It's not my fault, right?
I like this song...I wonder if there's a music video to it.
It's only ten? Woah, I got a whole 'nother hour to waste. What should I do? Besides this, I mean?
My lava lamp is pretty...
What should I do with that crucifix? I wonder if my parent's will yell at me if I nail it to my wall. It's God, isn't it? And if I do it surreptitiously enough, they might not even notice.
I wonder if this aluminum foil hat really does protect me from mind readers...
"Back off, I'll talk you on, Headstrong I'll take on anyone..."
I miss the ocean....
Hm....I think I'll do something else now....maybe make another post...or work on writing my book....yeah, that sounds good.

A little tipsy?

Gaby came over on Monday night, and while we were hanging out, her mom came over to pick her up, but stayed alot longer than expected. At about ten o'clock, while Gaby and I were talking about her idiotic boyfriend, my mother came in and announced that she was having "SO MUCH FUN!" She asked me if she sounded sober, and I nodded, amazed (well, not quite), that my mom was talking like this.
It was the most interesting day of the entire week, we were laughing our heads off, and we even escaped out the window to run to my mom's car to grab our homework (we were too scared to go around and through the kitchen).
Right after Gaby left, my mom pucked up her guts, and the next morning, it was so obvious she was on a hang over. Gaby was fortunately in one piece at school the next day (imagine having YOUR drunk mom drive you home at midnight), and we laughed and told all of our friends about it. It was an interesting experience.
If I ever have kids, and I ever act that way around them, I swear, I will shoot myself.

My poor, lonely, abused blog

It's been exactly one month since I've dedicated one singe post to my blog. I guess I got caught up in everything else and that made my blog my last priority. Well, now I'm here again, and hopefully I'll be able to contribute some more posts and make up for all the information that I've not posted yet.

Well, in the time being, my favorite kung-fu instructor left the dojo, and I was extremely sad at the parting. To me, the dojo is like a family, and when someone leaves, it feels like someone has just died. And, about a week later, I took my 2nd lohan test, and passed with very sore legs the next day.
I had to make a speech, in front of the entire lohan team, and I was actually proud of myself by the very end. It felt even better than finding out I got a 100 on my math test, I felt like I had matured, like I had grown older. I normally SUCK at speaking in front of people, and for once, it seemed like I had been doing it for years.
So now almost every week, Sifu makes lohan members speak in front of the class, about a topic that we have to choose that relates to kung-fu. I still hate getting up in front of people, and thinking about saying something off the top of my head can be hard for me sometimes. Especially without a warning in advance. No paper in front of me, just people. When it comes to reading allowed, I'm the first to volunteer. I love to read, so reading in front of people is fine with me. But when it comes to speaking, I feel anxious, and I start to get worried, no matter how hard I try to push those ideas out of my head. I'm just always happy when it's over.

In other news...
A week ago, Hannah and I went to Orlando. It was fun, and I got some color, I'm happy to say, instead of being the paper-white Michigander. The weather down there was PERFECT every day, and when I look at the weather here, I wish I was back down there. The weather people can't seem to get anything right anymore; they're normally about 20 degrees off. Instead of getting a high of 45 degrees, we get a high of 65 degrees, and then, suddenly, it'll drop down to 30. That's just insane.
Track season started up this week too, and it's quite enjoyable. I think I might request to run the 800 meter this year, or maybe even the 1600. I'm WAY better at running now then I was last year, since I've been doing kung-fu, and ever since I ran 50 laps at the lohan test (a person with asthma's worst nightmare).

This post is running kind of long...and I have a lot more to say...so I'll make a few more posts pursuing the topic.