But what's really amusing is some of my "friends" from school who are absolutely desperate for attention. One, for instance, whom I shall not name, often complains that no girl likes him and he talks constantly about how he hates another boy from school, who I shall call BOY. Most girls like BOY (I do NOT), and this other kid likes to throw frequent personal attacks at him. What's really funny, though, is that they always backfire because BOY is well-liked. I tried to continue writing after I posted the screenshot, but it made the format weird, so I'll conclude here: people, don't be imbeciles on Facebook. It backfires epically.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
FB funniness
Facebook is the funniest place on earth. Okay, it's not really a place, but you must admit that it's hilarious what can happen there. My mom accidentally posted something using my profile today about a lovely recipe she made today and said "The kids loved it!" One of my buds, Tessa, came on and said, "But Emma, you don't have any kids." Touche, dear, touche, but I do have a mommy. I got over it after Mom explained everything and my friends were laughing. It really was very funny.
50 things
Sometimes I wish I was another person. Admit it; you have, too. I don't like the way I look, I wish I had the capabilities others have, and I feel so inferior when I place myself beside anyone else. But now, I think I should write about things I do like about myself and NOT compare myself to other people. Fifty things I like about me. It will take some thought and effort, but I believe that it can be done!
1. I am not easily discouraged.
2. I can draw.
3. I like to watch anime.
4. I am not as obsessed with anime as other people.
5. I go on walks with my mom.
6. My mom is my best friend.
7. I am determined.
8. I have fun ideas.
9. I'm not ugly or deformed.
10. I can run fast.
11. I am compassionate.
12. I want others to be happy.
13. I smile and wave at people I don't know.
14. I love hobos.
15. I can write pretty well considering my age.
16. I can think of good ways to solve problems.
17. I like broccoli.
18. I like to go barefoot.
19. I can do ballet pretty well.
20. I am somewhat muscular.
21. I am eager.
22. I like techy stuff.
23. I can use binary code.
24. I speak some Spanish.
25. I take good notes.
26. I am halfway done.
27. I like to sing weird songs.
28. Though I cannot speak in person well, I can communicate effectively through writing.
29. I will babysit twin boys even if they are crazy. (No, they're not crazy. Just energetic.)
30. I like to read.
31. My hair is pretty.
32. My eyes are blue.
33. I have a kind smile.
34. I have freckles.
35. I like to swing.
36. I wear epic T-shirts.
37. I look pretty nice in a leotard.
38. I am physically fit.
39. My socks are mismatched. (Yes, I like that.)
40. I love God.
41. I have a testimony of the gospel.
42. I love the Savior.
43. I love my family. (Which includes my pets.)
44. When I'm not trying I can have a sense of humor.
45. I am creative.
46. I'm open-minded.
47. I am trustworthy.
48. I rock at video games.
49. I experiment with new things.
50. I did this whole thing in twenty minutes.
Now you should try it, because you are beautiful!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
The Scream
What I mean is that in my art class during second period, the place is in total chaos. I honestly try to be a good little girl and be polite to my teacher, but sometimes the insanity of the place is tough to handle. Yesterday was particularly chaotic and I was feeling a little sorry for my teacher, who started teaching only this year. By the time two-thirds of the period was over, we were all finally somewhat quiet, and we were listening to Miss Mitchell lecturing us on respect, but the poor young woman has a gentle voice and none of my peers seem to take her seriously.
So Mark, an odd kid, says, "MISS MITCHELL, I have a question! HEY, I have something to say!"
And he was undoubtedly about to say something ridiculous that had no relevance to the lecture.
By this time I'd had my fill of pandemonium for a week, and so in a rather loud and frightening voice, I screamed, "SHUT YOUR GOB, YOU TWIT!"
I was a little shocked at myself and my own mouth was gaping as I watched Mark go silent. Some people were giggling, my friend Sabrina said "Whoa," but other than that everyone was quiet. Miss Mitchell calmly continued with the lesson.
So at the end of class I apologized to my teacher, and she said that that behavior wasn't typical of me, but it was understandable in the situation.
HUH!?
I was glad I wasn't in trouble, but I was sure I'd get a little talking-to after that outburst. Maybe my impulsiveness isn't such a bad thing. After all, when I punched a student in my math class, my teacher didn't seem to mind. ^_^
Friday, December 25, 2009
Merry Christmas! (and a happy New Blah...)
An Italian Barbie doll
Several t-shirts from Hot Topic, Wet Seal, and Aeropostale
A gift card
A blue net book (from my dad)
An exercise ball
A stuffed cat
I really wasn't expecting the computer. It's making me guilty; I thought it'd be a small Christmas this year. But I named it Minnie.
I had to stay at my grandparents' house for Christmas Eve. For some reason I find it difficult to sleep in the same house as anyone who isn't in my immediate family, especially if I'm on the floor. Don't ask me why. I maybe got six hours of sleep. And don't you dare laugh; I like to sleep,
so six hours is hardly sufficient. My relatives have the worst sense of humor. They're all a bunch of prejudice, racist bastards. Except for a few of them who rock. At least that's over with and I got to eat part of a cinnamon roll.
When we left we opened our gifts from Mom at our OWN house, thankfully. Man, does my mum rock. Now I have a t-shirt with two tennis balls on it and one is saying to the other, "You got SERVED!" It's adorable! And my dad was beyond generous this year. (With the net book and all. Plus he bought collars for our cats. Mao Chu looks quite handsome in his and Willow is charming.)
But you gotta remember that Christmas is about Jesus, not Santa Claus. (That's another thing that bothered me. I'm thirteen and my grandpa expects me to believe in Santa. He's a freakin' stalker, man! He sneaks into your house at night, and he's all about commercialism, ya know?) I'm thankful for our Savior's birth and his incredible sacrifice for the whole of the human population. It's pretty awesome if you think about it a little.
So, Happy Christmas and New Year, everywhobody, and I hope your year has treated you well. I hope it was as good as mine, if not better. Love you all. <3
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
More second trimester stuff
It's my birthday tomorrow. I will be turning thirteen. I'm not sure how I'll be celebrating, but I hope that my friends might decorate my locker. That's always the best part.
So today I took the DWA (Direct Writing Assessment) during fourth period. The prompt was to tell your English teacher about something in history that you would change if you could. So naturally I wrote about the Holocaust and tried to show the reader the perspective of a Jew in the 1940s. And then of course, when I finished, I found out that probably half the class had written about the same thing. Crud. I'll probably get a 3 out of 4 at best. I really was hoping for an original prompt, but now I've got a...common one. Phooey.
What I really don't understand about the new trimester is that everyone in my social studies class wants to get out of gym and go study with our Challenge teacher again. I like history, but I love gym. I know that's a little odd, considering the gym teacher is a jerk and he gets mad quite easily, but I enjoy exercising and doing physical activities. I don't want to give up one trimester of gym for three of social studies, you know what I mean? And I want to obtain a six-pack again, like I used to have before I started drinking all that eggnog.
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