My Fluffy Cat!

I seriously think that my cat might be insane. First of all, she's cross-eyed. And she runs around constantly attacking every object at my dad's house that moves even slightly. But she's legitimately the fluffiest, softest cat I've ever pet in my whole life. I named her Google because of her eyes. It was a lot worse when she was a kitten, but they still go crossed when she goes bat-shit crazy and runs around my house at top speed just to pounce on my dog who's minding his own business. Don't even get me started on what she does when I'm trying to sleep. First of all, she'll lay on my chest/back, depending on whether I'm sleeping on my back or stomach. Then, every time I move my feet, she pounces on them. On top of that, my door doesn't have a doorknob, so it just swings open and closed, and every time i close it, she'll open it to get in or out on her own, and it's not like she can close it.
Has anyone else ever experienced this one? Cleaning out the litterbox, and it's all nice and clean once your done, and as soon as you finish, your cat walks up and immediately has to shit. I'm convinced that she does it intentionally.

my fancy new phone

for the longest time, I thought smartphones were over rated because I'd had an ipod touch,which can do the majority of things a smartphone can do! But then my ipod got stolen and I was stuck with my lame little slide-phone that was all buttons, no touchscreen and it was two years old. I was content with it for the longest time, it did what it was supposed to do and it was pretty durable. Then all of the sudden it started doing wierd shit. The screen would go white every time i slide it open and then it progessively got worse over the next two weeks before the end button stopped working. then it shut off and just never turned back on.
Anyway, i finally got a new phone and it's the Samsung Transfix, and it's a droid. It's so nice, I love it so much. It was time for me to get a touch-phone and I'm so happy with it. It's so pretty and it plays music, therefore i don't need a new ipod anymore. So I'm really content with it. (:

Big Guy:

So there’s this kid, Zach Abel. He’s been one of my best friends for over a year. I remember specifically, one night we were at Jackie’s house, and his twin brother and one of my best friends had just begun dating and they were upstairs playing checkers. Me and Zach were in a relatively silly mood and I’d suggested painting is nails. For whatever reason, he allowed me to, and I, of course, chose the girliest type of manicure I could osibly have given him. He left Jackie’s house that night with pink nails with little white hears on them. Except painting nails is difficult and the hearts looked more like ovals or triangles, and there’s a picture on spencer’s phone because it was quite the good time.

Another good time he and I had was when we went outside one day at his house to let his dog out. It was in the middle of winter last year and we didn’t wanna to back inside for whatever reason. There was a lot of snow on the ground. We just sat there and talked and he was telling me about what it’s like to have a twin when your twin ends up with his first girlfriend. It was kind of depressing and we were going back and forth telling each other our life’s stories. He's been like my best friend for the past year and my hopes are that it doesn't change.

strandeddd.

so i really don't have an analogy so i'm just gonna say whateverr. i need to get my license. It has become a necessity. My mom works like all day every day and so does my dad, so if I want a job, I have to get my license first. And I need money, desperatelyy. I've been trying to stretch out my last paycheck and I've done a pretty good job. That's only because I forgot how much money I had left and assumed I was broke for like two or three months though. Only to find out three weeks ago that I had like 200 dollars in my checking account. Now it's more like 99 dollars plus the birthday money. Regardless, I need my license and a job. now.

flat broke.

Over the summer, I was miss moneybags, because I worked a minimum of five days a week. Now, my parents insist that I don't work during the school year because they don't want my grades to suffer as a result. What they don't understand is that I hate being the person that has to mooch off of everyone else. God forbid that I ask one of them to give me twenty dollars to go out. Lunch money alone is frustrating to ask for. I hate it. My mother tried to convince me to do chores for money and she'd give me an allowance. I completely refuse. Because what will happen is, I'll do everything she asks and stand on my head, and then when I ask for money to go out, there's one more thing I have to do. Then on top of that another little thing later. And if my grades start to fall I can forget about getting money at all for the work I'm doing. And it ends up a bigger headache than it's worth.
I had a friend complain because her mom gave her 250 dollars for school clothes. I was dumbfounded. This year, my mom gave me less than half that, and it was like God's gift to the world. I don't just get handed money for no reason. The rest of the money I spent on school clothes was earned when I spent my summer slaving away at a retirement home, washing dishes or serving food earning eight dollars an hour.
I'm not going to sit here and tell you that I have a horrible life and my parents don't care about me. Obviously they do. I'm just frustrated because I've been completely broke for a month and I hate mooching off people so much. I miss having my own money that my parents couldn't watch to see what or where I was spending it. I miss being able to go out somewhere and spend money without having to explain what it was for, and not having to give back the change when I came home.
You know what I really couldn't stand in the summer, was when my friends complained about how often they worked. I worked so often, my place of employment actually got in trouble for child labor laws one day because I'd worked twelve hours in that day. My vacation was the highlight of my summer because I had a whole week off. If I had two days off in a row, I was excited.
From June eighth to August twenty eighth I earned over two thousand dollars. That might not be a lot in comparison to the average educated adult, but for a sixteen year-old girl, that's a lot of money. Now I have a balance of like five dollars in my checking and something around 700 in my savings.
I hate it. I can't stand when people yell at me for mooching off of them, though. It's like, okay well I understand your frustration, but this summer whenever I spent however much money on you, because you didn't know how to manage your own money even though you had a job, and you're going to complain about how I legitimately don't have any source of money at all anymore?
On a lighter note, I convinced my mom to let me get a job when I told her how much the new shoes I wanted cost. I have a job interview tomorrow at 3:00. So hopefully this won't be a problem for much longer.

Favoritism?

I've had enough teachers in time to know that the stricter ones can be completely spontaneous. I feel that generally, no teacher really intends to have every student hate them. Rather, that they are (hopefully) doing their job to the best of their ability and their goal is not for you to like them, but for you to actually learn something, and if that means a no-nonsense attitude toward a class then that's it.
This week I was sitting in class taking notes, and found myself sitting there, debating on whether or not to point out the gramatical error within a section. In the end, I chose not to point it out, fearing the risk that I'd be lectured about talking back or being disrespectful or whatever other offensive action they would think of. Which leads up to my point, sometimes these stricter teachers will see that you noticed and award you a bonus point for being observant or paying attention or whatever. Other times the teacher will deduct points or give you an after-school for the same action.
Which raises another question: Is this a sense of favoritism? Or is it just the spontaneous way people can take a simple statement and feel insulted/offended by it, despite whether that was the speaker's intention? I wonder if teachers would react differently to the same action performed by a different student. For example, say a student who's generally at the top of his class points this out and is awarded a point. Can you see the same teacher awarding that point to a student in the class who generally doesn't take notes and puts his head down?
I would hope that if the latter student pointed out the flaw and the teacher took it offensively, that this would be taken in such a way because they honestly cannot see a situation where such a student would try to be helpful, but rather point this out to make the teacher look inferior. Obviously if such a circumstance were to arise, anyone would be offended.

Journaling?

While this picture might not be very school appropriate because there's a butt, I found it somewhere and it made me smile because it's cute. I love little kids and this baby is adorable. I don't really know what else to say that relates to this picture. I was on the bus this morning and one of the mentally challenged kids started singing. Obnoxiously loud and out of key, and I'd forgotten my headphones at home because I almost missed the bus. So I was forced to listen to this kid sing "Let's Get This Party Started" four times. It was way too early for that. So I haven't really paid much attention to how long I've been typing but I'm going to guess that this has been about ten minutes.

Branded

You make me feel like the red-hot metal,

ready to brand.

Angry and envious,

knowing a secret

you created just for me.

Your manipulative ways,

I just want to scream.

Because you know just how to get under my skin.

Where Were You?

Where were you,

when my whole world fell apart?

In the midst of a minor crisis,

but you still walked away.

the destruction so devastating,

holding up my life on two weakened, trembling arms.

Where were you?

No one came to help me,

when the walls came crashing down.

How can you expect one to rebuild all alone?

Where were you?

In Your Head

A war waged within you,

voices that don't belong.

"Do this or I'll hurt you" one demands.

"You'll never amount to anything."

with a condescending jab.

"Just shove it in and twist,"

It almost sings with an alluring giggle.

He screams out at them,

"But I don't want to do this."

They all begin to speak at once,

Unintelligible blur of nonexistent demands.

None of which something nice to say.

Floating Away

He watches with thought,

puzzled and pondering.

He watches the balloon,

floating up in the sky.

Tiny finger upon his little chin.

Finally calls out to his mother,

"Will it POP when it hits the sun?"