I can't really explain my life, it's so weird, you'd think it to be practically flawless because I never have a serious story to tell in class. I don't necessarily have any serious stories to tell in class because I'm not an interesting person. I guess I was raised that way, to be some kind of social outcast. I hardly do anything outside of school, although I try so I don't end up loanly. I'm pretty sure my goal is to climb up that ladder without falling back down. I didn't really spend summer with my friends because they make it so hard to hang out with. Some friends I don't have their phone numbers, others don't even use their phone to text, and worst of all; one of my friends made it so hard to actually hang out with. I was kinda creeped out by the fact that she was basically trying to set me up with somebody =/ . Now that school is back, I'm getting more social than ever, which is nice to know I'm not necessarily going to end up like my grandpa; bitter, old, fake, and frugal. Although I know for sure we are both assholes (I can actually admit it with pride.lol. See, I come from a long line of assholes and douche bags, and confederates, so I can't help myself sometimes :P ) and at some point in life, I'm going to get surgery on my nose to make it look sexy. My nose is incredibly ugly. I can't figure out if it's from my Irish roots or Mediterranean roots. They both have ugly noses, so who knows? This actually reminds me of last night I was reading a J-Dub (Jehovah Witness) magazine and saw a J-Dub version of my dad. I'm not kidding. If the guy in the magazine grew a handle bar mustache, he would look like my dad. Which scares me. What also scares me is that there was once a guy on that antiques roadshow that looked like my dad too. It was some British guy from England this time. I guess the mind-fuckler came to my house that night. I also don't understand why people think I look Jewish and when I tell them I'm not Jewish, they always assume that I'm Egyptian. My grandma was Egyptian and Turkish, but she was extremely white, so I don't know if her mom was real Egyptian or just Greek or something. Her dad was actually blonde and blue-eyed. I wonder if that contributed to it. People always find it hard to believe that I'm part Irish. I find it weird that I'm like the only one in my family that is so interested in Irish culture and my older sisters are so interested in Arabic culture, when I look more Arabic and they look more Irish (except Natalie looks Russian for some reason). Life works in mysterious ways and the old guy that moved by us must either be a war vet or a wizard. He always sits outside and my mom gets creeped out by him. This reminds me of a story where there was once this pretty little girl and every where she went, she farted. I think it takes more than looks after hearing that story, and I think a lot of high school students could learn from that to not be so superficial to the max. I mean like, so what if I'm not sexy, honestly, I got sexier since the 8th grade, I think I'm just going to get hotter and hotter. wink wink. I also feel sad for Izham and the loss of his beast. I don't know what I would do without my schnauzer. I love him so much, but I love his beard more. I don't know how that works, but I don't know what I would do without my dog. He's crazy. I love him so much I have a pair of socks with schnauzers on them. If I had a wish I would wish my dog could live forever because I don't want him to leave my life.I think it's also safe to say, my dog is obese. It's kinda funny to, because he eats carrots and lettuce 24/7. I didn't even know you could get fat from that. I didn't know somebody could get fat off a crush. I think I might, or all these years of eating constantly is catching up to me. I don't know about you, but talking to somebody you are interested in is really hard in the morning, when your mind is all fuzzy. It just flat-out ruins the day. I've been too tired all week, and only find myself socializing Friday after school for a min. then I go home and just worry about how much of a mess I've become with my grade dropping in English and doing the wrong assignment in Chem and failing the last two quizzes in Math. It's so hard to concentrate in math, Mrs. Taylor is so boring to listen to, and what makes it worse is that it is right before lunch. To top it off, Dr. Taylor reminds me of a squirrel and I don't think I can resist telling her, but she is always pissed during class, and I don't want to bring it up. I have to say, Chemistry really ruins my day. I think it's because it's the most boring class. I wish I had math first period so I don't get too tired in the morning from drafting that damn house in Dolson's class. It's an incredibly long and slow process for me because Mr. Dolson won't give us straight up instructions on what to do sometimes. That reminds me of Mrs. Mello. She is terrible at giving instructions. It's like she makes shit up as we go along. As for people thinking I like her more than Mr. Jensen, I think they are equally both douche-bags to certain people, and that they both don't know how to teach, but both nice people. I guess. Some people think Mrs. Mello hates me, but I think she just expects too much from me. I mean, I'm not just a Nerd, I'm also a geek, and geeks play video games. I love video games, I grew up with Zelda, and that's why Zelda will always be in my heart <3
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Well, time to round-up my turtle.
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I like how you talked about something, and then was like, "this reminds of..." somehow connecting the random thoughts, although it did connect overall because it dealt with your life. If that makes sense. Anyway, my guinea pig was a fattie from too much carrots, too. Well, the weight was mostly in his butt. lol. Mrs. Mello and Mr. Jensen do suck at teaching. And they're annoying. Also, you totally should tell Dr. Taylor the squirrel thing:P it'd be hilarious. I can see the resemblance. By the way, your dad has a handle bar stache? That's awesome:)
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