Teaser

S P R I N G B R E A K
I mega-loathe springbreak. Whoever decides when we have breaks is really cruel. To dangle the promise of freedom in the faces of eager kids is just malicious. Why in March? Its still freezing! Springbreak is only a week, that's hardly long enough time to enjoy the "spring weather".We should just add the week we get off for spring break to our summer vacation. Think about it, we could get out a week earlier. Whoa, I just realized that I'm making school sound like a prison. Actually, It kind of is...But thats a whole other blog. Well I'm going to go make the best of this little teaser break, peace.

When It Rains

When it rains on this side of town, it touches everything. Everything seems to slow down, indetectable movement. Right now, I'm staring out my window, squinting past the rain. Why? Why did it have to rain today? Rain is so boring, so calm. I live for the hectic extremes in weather. It should either be scorching hot or bitterly cold. Not neutral rain. This type of percipitation should be outlawed for its uncanny ability to invoke depression. R A I N. Really Annoying Insignificant Nuisance. Hopefully, it ends soon....

Nicknames

Nicknames--hate them or love them, you still have one. What are some of your nicknames? Mine include: Creepa, Iffy, Demarcus, Amadinejhad, and The Other Cookie. My friends can call me these thought-provoking names, but what do people call me behind my back? Hmmm....the ugly side of nicknames are the ones you don't know about. I have to admit, I call some people special nicknames behind their backs, but they're not mean. At least I don't think so. They're sort of a little reminder of funny incidents that they might want to forget. Nicknames I've given other people are: Cupcake, Booty-Do, Twanks, Litterbox, and Enjoyle. Aren't they just weird? Especially Enjoyle. Unnamed person mis-spoke at lunch and the weird word stuck as their undercover nickname. There was this one time when a friend of mine got caught calling someone by their undercover nickname [Poo-Poo] and the kid freaked out, until she told him where the name came from---he thought it was funny, but didn't want to be called Poo-Poo again. LOL. I should probably stop referring to people by these nicknames....

Info Please

Today, I exerted a lot of effort into getting a friends phone number--mind you, I deserved it beacuse this person has been my friend for months, and I've never bothered to ask her for her number!

Here is the backstory:
I was on www.urbandictionary.com , searching through random definitions, when I came across one about a certain someone we all know very well. It was such a coincidence because Lexie and I were on that site yesterday in spanish and we were discussing the pros and cons of have your FULL NAME as an entry on there. Anyway, I found an entry about a teacher and I HAD to tell Lexie--here is where it gets frustrating.

I have a limited amount of contacts in my phone: I don't talk to some [place holders], and the others have no reason for having Lexie's number.
1st: I texted Kelsea and asked her to ask Rick to get Lexie's number from Jake. [she didn't answer back]
2nd: I texted Jesse and asked him if he knew anybody who would have her number--apparently, he still isn't over the hilarious prank calls he recieved.
3rd: I decided to cut-out Kelsea, and text Rick myself. [we had a bit of a tiff last year] He pretended not to know me, then proceeded to pretend that Jake didn't have Lexie's number. What?! They're dating, how does he not have her number!?
4th: Kelsea finally got back to me and asked "Why would I ask Rick to get Jake to give him Lexie's number? I have it"--I was completely side-tracked by that one. How did I miss that Kelsea would have Lexie's number?

So, after about an hour or so of aimless texts and half-hearted searching by third-party observers I finally got Lexie's number. We texted about the entry and debated whether or not to inform said teacher about the clever entry. Now, I'm going to reward myself with a cookie.

Pep-less Pepfest

Our pepfests are the saddest events in the history of all things related to High School. Nobody cheers, as a matter of fact, nobody cares. Where's your school spirit? I think it died along with the out-of-sync choreography of our borderline okay cheerleaders.



We have an exceptional student body, combined, our cheers could probably rival the teeny-boppers at the Hannah Montana concerts. But we don't care enough. Maybe if there was some sort of incentive involved...How sad. In order for us to sincerely cheer on our sports teams, we have to get something in return. Teenage apathy never fails.



I can understand where some people are coming from when they say that the pepfest are boring. The cheerleaders aren't that good[no offense], their cheers are painful to watch and sadly,dance team only performs once in a blue moon. Plus, its smelly and you're forced to sit next to weird people who do odd things [like pick their noses]

Lets just get rid of the pepfests, sorry sports teams...

Couldn't Stop Laughing

Have you ever laughed at something/someone so hard that you actually felt bad? I was recently introduced to a website where people can post laughable situations they've been in. The website is www.fmylife.com
I think the people who post on here want others to feel sorry for them, but secretly want to give the rest of us a good laugh. Why else would you post a very embarrassing moment of your life on there? Here is an example:
Today, I was introduced to my boyfriend's family at their family reunion for the first time. As I sat on the couch, his 4-year old sister comes in and jumps onto my lap. For a moment I was happy to think his sister liked me, only to hear her say "You're fat! I like fat things." FML

Or better yet, this one:
Today, I was stepping out of the shower while home alone. I heard voices coming from the living room. I grabbed a bat to defend my self and ran into the living room. I slipped on my tile floor and smashed my TV with the bat. No one was in my house but I left my radio turned on. FML

This one makes me feel really bad--both for her and for laughing hysterically:
Today, I told my boyfriend that I'd be going on a trip to Europe. I assured him that I would never cheat on him with any european guys. He replied with, "Why would I be worried? You're not very pretty." FML

If you're feeling really down, I suggest you click the link and make yourself feel better by laughing at other people's lives.

All New Low

You'd have to live a million live and suffer immense pain in each one to even sympathize with me today. I'd rather be burnt alive than relive the last half-hour. I'd rather be thrown from a speeding car, dunked in acid, stomped by a raging bull, and dragged across 1000 miles of razors. I'd take all of that and be grateful.

To truly understand this blog post you'll need background information. My parents, Stephen and Sarah, aren't exactly in the running for parents of the year. In fact they belong in a select pool of individuals who shouldn't have been allowed to procreate.

Stephen:
Vehemently refuses to conform to American society. He'd rather live like he was still in Sudan. (Forcing everyone around him to do so too) You might ask yourself "Whats so wrong with that?" You have no idea, but that's a whole other blog topic. Stephen ALWAYS overreacts and expects the impossible from everybody.

Sarah:
The obedient housewife. How many times have I stood up for this woman?! Never one to outwardly disagree with Stephen, Sarah always makes things worse. Her favorite torture technique is comparing her children to other people's children, then belittling everything that makes her children themselves. The same goes for Stephen, but this is Sarah's specialty.

I could easily ramble about how horrible life is with them, but I'm focusing on the one event that changed it all. The one event that can't be topped or undone. No, they didn't beat me, but I wish they had. It probably would have been easier to take then what they actually did.

Today started out like any other Sunday. Boring and empty. I decided to stay in bed and listen to my Ipod. Apparently, Stephen had been calling my name for some time, but I couldn't hear him. He busted into my room and demanded to know why I was ignoring him. I tried to explain, but I was wasting my breath--he wasn't even listening.

He tells me to go to the living room. Stephen decides that I stayed in bed because I'm lazy and that I don't want to be with the family. (Which isn't true, I already told you why). Now, I'm angry because I'm being yelled at for doing absolutely nothing. So I went into the kitchen, and I guess I had a dirty look on my face, which Sarah decides was directed at her (It wasn't). She scoffs, almost hisses at me. "Don't look at me like that." Again, I try to explain, but she isn't hearing a word I'm saying either.

I'm so angry that I'm on the verge of tears. They're out to get me, I haven't done ANYTHING they've already begun to verbally reduce me tears. The angry look on my face sets Stephen off. He decides we need to have a little talk. (These never end well) He politely asks what I want, where I want to go. I don't understand what he's talking about, so I stayed silent. He says "This is just a talk, I want to know what you really want, because you don't want to be in this family" It suddenly clicked. I'm being kicked out...(He threatened to kick me out the previous week for stating the obvious: he hates giving people rides)

Sarah walks in, she sits next to Stephen and chimes in "Good, I better sit in on this. She was giving me dirty looks in the kitchen." At that moment I wanted to lunge at her throat. She ALWAYS makes things worse. I was being Tag-Teamed by these two Nazis and I had no way out.

Stephen kept asking where I wanted to go because he didn't want in his house anymore. I stayed silent. He yelled about how he can't live in the same house as someone who doesn't smile, always stays in their room because they hate their family (I'm a loner, I like being by myself), & someone who is always gets angry when they're asked (TOLD) to do things (Am I supposed to be ecstatic about it?). He went on yelling about how I'm ungrateful and undeserving. He wasted his time raising a useless daughter who would amount to nothing. Sarah added in that I'm lazy and stupid. She went off on how Martha and Chol know how to cook traditional meals and that I was abandoning the culture.

The entire time my eyes were welling up because this was a one-way conversation. I couldn't defend myself so I stayed silent and cried. Then, they said something that nobody should ever hear. Words that carry more weight than anyone can imagine.

Like I wasn't even there, they discussed how much better their lives would have been if I had died in Kenya (I was really sick as a baby). They talked about how everyone would be so much happier and how everyone would think of them better because they wouldn't be hindered by an embarrassing/disappointing daughter.

The tears just started pouring out. I always knew I wasn't their favorite child, but to hear them wish out loud that I was dead is worse than death itself. And just they way they talked about it added to the sting, they were so casual, as if they were talking about the weather. Sarah casually suggested suicide.

Honestly, I considered it for a moment. Why not end it? It's not like they care either way! I would be free. Free from the stress, the yelling, and belittling. But then I would just be giving them what they wanted. And what about my friends? The only people I'm ever happy around. I can't take my own life--I have to much to live for.

I've decided to stay here. Even though that means I have to suffer as if I'm being burn alive every time they look at me. But on the bright side, just two more years and I'm gone. The second I turn 18 I'm never looking back. Stephen and Sarah who?