Wednesday, July 16, 2014
People bother me, but not in an, " Oh people bother me I hate all people I have to avoid them all grr never go outside curses on humanity" type way. It is more of a, "You, (Insert name here) are bothering me at this moment and I won't forget this no matter how wonderful of a person you turn out to be." There is a girl that a lot of people enjoy and for her sake we will call her her Ellie. Ellie is that girl that teachers adore and adults find to be interesting and everyone wants to know about her because she is a mystery. You see, I'm mutual friends with this Ellie and I hear wonderful things about her but I also hear terrible things about her from people that have Drama with her, so I decided to wait and meet her and judge her then. I had a few encounters with her after that where she was pretty short and cold with me, but I brushed them off and just assumed she was in a bad mood at the time and didn't think anything of it. A close friend of mine, let's call him Jerry, told me that he was talking to her and that she was, "just like you, Sabina!" I didn't believe him, so I checked her out on the Internet. We had very similar interests and career goals and that bothered me to no end. Maybe that is the problem, you know, people that are friends with my friends that are similar to me. It makes sense to have them as friends, but I still don't like it.
I'm honestly happy with most of the things in my life. I think I just have to focus on myself and not think about any of the consequences.
Friday, January 24, 2014
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Maybe I should become a teacher or a lawyer like everybody else in my family. I don't think I want that. It would be nice to become a guidance counselor or a school psychologist, but people don't think that I could make a successful career out of that. That shouldn't matter. As long as I can help one child, I will have had a wonderful existence.
Life is short, but it is never pointless. We are all here, so why not take advantage of the few years we have to do something worth while?
I have always wanted the ability to manipulate time, but you have no idea how much I need that now. I could blame my mother for conceiving me at the wrong time, I could blame the stupid seniors because they are so perfect and wonderful that I just had to love them, I could blame me for opening up and making friends, but I won't. I just have to accept that I am going to have to go through this and, yeah, it's going to suck. I will probably be sad about this particular class leaving when I start my senior year. I know I will be devastated again when the next class leaves and I will be sad when I leave, too, but I have to deal with it.
I bet they are excited to leave. I know I'll be. I should feel happy for them but I just can't right now. I will be happy eventually. I feel really selfish, but I want them to never leave. They probably have it even worse than I do with this feeling because they have had the four years to bond with these people and I have only known them a very short while. I am probably overreacting to this, but I don't really care. I knew that high school was going to suck when I got it, but I didn't expect this. They say that you meet really great life long friends in high school, but how am I supposed to believe that when they keep leaving? I really don't want to have to say goodbye.
Time is a fickle friend. Someday I'll get over it.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
In school, my favorite things to do are E.L.A and orchestra.
I am going to add a thing to my blog that after every post I ask a question. This posts question is: What is your faveorite thing to do in school?
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Fire. What do I know about fire? I think. Missions, Club Penguin! Paper! I set off some find some stray paper. Down by the lake two things catch my eye. A snake and some newspaper. The only bad thing is that the snake is on the newspaper. Do I know anything about distractions? Loud noises. I find a huge rock and throw it and it makes a loud CRASH! The snake moves swiftly towards the noise and I move as fast as my legs can carry me and I grab the paper. Then I run back home. Home, I think, I call it home now.
I start hammering on the rock after I place the paper on it. The sparks caught on the paper, but it needs something more. Tree bark! I remember reading about tree bark I my How to Survive the Wilderness book. It said to roll tree bark in to a little ball. Outside, I see dead trees with bark hanging off of them. I grab as much of it as I can and put it on the shelter floor. I do this about five times. I feed some to the fire. I have enough to last for a while.
I think about the searchers. People have to be searching for me, right? Maybe they would find me if I moved somewhere different. Tomorrow I will put all of my possessions in my pockets. It’s getting dark and I have not been bitten bye a mosquito. The fire must be like a shield. No worries. I will think about this in the morning. Now, it is time to sleep.
Bye lake, birds, bears, berries. Bye home. I set off for the big hike and I didn’t stop for 1 hour. It is tough work. Then I find an open area and rest for an hour. Off in the distance, about ten miles from here I see a light. I head for it. I run as fast as I can and I am all tired out when I get there. It is a little town! I look around for a pay phone and call my dad. Turns out he is only an hour away. Now all that’s on my mind is The Secret. Is she with him? What are they doing? How will dad react? The Secret.
When dad pulls up he get’s out and starts hugging me. I try to get into the car as soon as I can. “Hey girl! How are you? Are you O.K.? I have been worried sick about you”, says dad. “I am fine.” I say. But you won’t be, I add in my head silently. “Are you hungry?” “Yes, starving”, I say “Pizza?” “Pizza it is” says dad. My insides are getting tighter. I want to throw up. I have butterflies in my stomach. I know what I have to do. “Dad, I do not know how to say this, but I need to tell you something.”