You've obviously never been a thirteen year old girl.
I started a post last week about Sports Day last week, but I can no longer remember what I was going to say about that. Sports day was alright, I'm not to big on the whole School Spirit jazz, but somehow I had fun. Although that is mostly attributed to Post-Sports Day Activities; having supper with two of my favourite girlies and the car ride home(Having Pam drive you is Very Fun, like a roller coaster that takes place parallel to the ground with excessive swearing, while a deafening karoake session takes place right beside your ear)
Anyway, while we're on the issue, I feel that Pam is one of my most misunderstood friends, she's not a bitch or bimbo like everyone thinks she is. She gives good advice(on some issues) and is exceedingly nice if you're nice in return. She gives rides to friends who need a lift even if they live on the other end of the island(like Van and I happen to), offers to tweeze my brows(which look better now than when I used to get them professionally done) and doesn't get mad no matter how much you make fun or physically abuse her(She didn't ever blink when Van and I used one of her skirts to play Matador with her puppy. HAHA FUN TIMES)
Maybe I don't say this enough but I'm really really grateful for having all the great friends that I have. I really had no idea how vindictive and entirely bitchy many girls can be until I came to MI. I don't care what people say about IJ girls, but the only time I've been backstabbed was Once in Primary Two. I'm just glad I have the right friends no matter how slutty(HAHAHA) or arrogant people think they are. It's pretty tiring to be judged and labelled all the time, especially if the classification IS COMPLETELY INACCURATE. I swear, of all the stereotypes I've been jammed into, Bimbo was Never Ever Ever EVER one of them.
Okay, so I've been called Flighty many times before(Not the irresponble part, just the....easily excitable and capricious part) but I'm hardly that anymore (ATTN: Old friends, I can sit still for more than 5 seconds now, I speak at a more constant and normal pace, I fetch my own food and don't go ape-shit-crazy on anyone by A) Running around the entire school in a ninja mask B)Spin out of the classroom while the teacher is giving a lecture C) Entangle my shoelaces with my BBF with more clumpy knots than Tammy Faye Baker's lashes ,that takes 10 Students Councillors to untie, while yelling "IT'S ELIZABETH'S FAULT" repeatedly and hysterically, even though said Elizabeth doesn't exist D) Generally behaving in a socially unacceptable, 'crazed lemur on a sugar high shoved into a giant spinning box' kind of way. I'm thankful that the behavior came across as endearing and non-threatening instead of downright insane or annoying, though the only downside was that people liked to...pet me on the head, I'm not really 6 HAHA.
HAHA SO FUN WE SHOULD SIT AROUND AND REMINISCE ABOUT OLD TIMES.)
Wow, major digression. Either ways, so I fuss about my hair on occasion and read magazines in school, those two things have nothing to do with who I am.
Seriously, people here can be so lame, I've had people drop hints that I am Not Smart because I don't look like a nerd BECAUSE I DON'T WEAR GLASSES. Ridiculous. (Of course this was in Pre-u 1 before we took our first graded exams)
Eh, whatever.
Oh right I forgot, I have pink streaks in my hair. Molly and Lauren Style. Yeah, I know I've sent you that picture a gajillion times(mostly in 2004, has it really been that long since I wanted pink in my hair?)
I missed school on Friday by accident and sat around watching movies, then I went out and spent hours doing nothing, the fun kind of nothing.
Eh, I'm going to eat some poptarts now.
Anyway, while we're on the issue, I feel that Pam is one of my most misunderstood friends, she's not a bitch or bimbo like everyone thinks she is. She gives good advice(on some issues) and is exceedingly nice if you're nice in return. She gives rides to friends who need a lift even if they live on the other end of the island(like Van and I happen to), offers to tweeze my brows(which look better now than when I used to get them professionally done) and doesn't get mad no matter how much you make fun or physically abuse her(She didn't ever blink when Van and I used one of her skirts to play Matador with her puppy. HAHA FUN TIMES)
Maybe I don't say this enough but I'm really really grateful for having all the great friends that I have. I really had no idea how vindictive and entirely bitchy many girls can be until I came to MI. I don't care what people say about IJ girls, but the only time I've been backstabbed was Once in Primary Two. I'm just glad I have the right friends no matter how slutty(HAHAHA) or arrogant people think they are. It's pretty tiring to be judged and labelled all the time, especially if the classification IS COMPLETELY INACCURATE. I swear, of all the stereotypes I've been jammed into, Bimbo was Never Ever Ever EVER one of them.
Okay, so I've been called Flighty many times before(Not the irresponble part, just the....easily excitable and capricious part) but I'm hardly that anymore (ATTN: Old friends, I can sit still for more than 5 seconds now, I speak at a more constant and normal pace, I fetch my own food and don't go ape-shit-crazy on anyone by A) Running around the entire school in a ninja mask B)Spin out of the classroom while the teacher is giving a lecture C) Entangle my shoelaces with my BBF with more clumpy knots than Tammy Faye Baker's lashes ,that takes 10 Students Councillors to untie, while yelling "IT'S ELIZABETH'S FAULT" repeatedly and hysterically, even though said Elizabeth doesn't exist D) Generally behaving in a socially unacceptable, 'crazed lemur on a sugar high shoved into a giant spinning box' kind of way. I'm thankful that the behavior came across as endearing and non-threatening instead of downright insane or annoying, though the only downside was that people liked to...pet me on the head, I'm not really 6 HAHA.
HAHA SO FUN WE SHOULD SIT AROUND AND REMINISCE ABOUT OLD TIMES.)
Wow, major digression. Either ways, so I fuss about my hair on occasion and read magazines in school, those two things have nothing to do with who I am.
Seriously, people here can be so lame, I've had people drop hints that I am Not Smart because I don't look like a nerd BECAUSE I DON'T WEAR GLASSES. Ridiculous. (Of course this was in Pre-u 1 before we took our first graded exams)
Eh, whatever.
Oh right I forgot, I have pink streaks in my hair. Molly and Lauren Style. Yeah, I know I've sent you that picture a gajillion times(mostly in 2004, has it really been that long since I wanted pink in my hair?)
I missed school on Friday by accident and sat around watching movies, then I went out and spent hours doing nothing, the fun kind of nothing.
Eh, I'm going to eat some poptarts now.
4 Comments:
homg you have pink streaks and didn't tell me! am so kicking your ass on tuesday, my mom can't not let me go. I ACTUALLY HAVE TO USE STRAIGHTENERS YOU CAN SEE MY UGLY FACE IN THE MORNINIGNGING!!!!!
I miss you and cheyenne!
Walann..I wanttt pink streaks. SO anyway. Hi bernie. That most on me was so sweet. Though i secretly still think u hate me. ANyway, MY BLOG IS BACKKKK. Okay..u dnt seem too excited. Haha.
most=post. AS in i wanteed to type post..but i type post. DO u get it? Do i need to re-type it..no right?
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