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HOLES, or, Stuff I've left out

New phrase: This is garbage. Everything is.

(I.E. garbage = not cool)

I feel that it is necessary to post about the things I've been leaving out in my blogs over the past couple weeks--aka the holes I've left in my posts.

Hole #1:
My AP History homework that was due the first day of school...yeah, I ended up getting that massive assignment done. Now I'm in ONE AP class. Not bad. It's sort of hard, but only because there isn't a clear-cut learning...thing. Like, it's not organized. He throws the info at us, we tak notes, and we get tests. Just...yeah.

Hole #2:
Yes, I am a Junior in high school. YES, I AM ON THE JV FIELD HOCKEY TEAM. You think I haven't figured out how pitiful this is? Might as well rename myself the "Junior Varsity Queen." Severe garbage. It's still a sore subject with me. But whatever.

Hole #3:
I make bracelets out of toothbrushes. They're either a major fashion no-no, or incredibly creative. I've gotten a mixed bag of reactions. Some people think it's cool, others look at me and ask, "EWWmyGOD, is THAT a TOOTHBRUSH?!?"
"Uhh, yes?"
*Weirded out/disgusted/amazed face*
They're not hard to make--pluck the bristles, boil, bend. Voila! I didn't try to start a trend. I just liked the way they looked. *Shrug*

Hole #4:
I'm not sick anymore. Turns out everyone got sick within the 1st-3rd week of school. It's a "being in close quarters with people you haven't seen in a while" thing. I got over it quick.

Hole #5:
Tessie, my poodle, is fine. She just had a 'pooper problem.' Haha, sorry. But I couldn't find a better way to explain that without sounding any more ridiculous. Fluffy Butt's okay, even if she did have to get a hair-cut. I hate when they shave her. But oh well...she'll be fluffy again by November.

(← Once was fluffy, now is not.)


Hole #6:
Sorry that I waited until my last hole to report on this, but I didn't exactly know what to say. But it's about that crush of mine from French II. Long story short, I like him. His friends figure it out. His friends tell him--and tell me that they've told him. And we haven't exactly reached the stage after that. It just kind of spilled out on Thursday and Friday. I guess that I have to wait until tomorrow to update you, since I don't really know what's going on at this point.
What's funny, however, is how all this drama is making me feel like middle school again. What can a girl do? Haha. I know! She can keep her mouth SHUT!

All right, well that's it. I hope I've filled you in a bit. I have more field hockey and boatloads of homework to do this week, so I'll see ya around. =)

Comments

alexgirl said…
Hola. I can't believe i haven't been to your blog in so long. I've been out of town. Anyway, first of all: I LOVE your toothbrush bracelets. Hellooo, that is genius.
And i'm glad your poodle is fine.
And I CANNOT wait to ear more about the new crush in French II. Awesomeness.
alexgirl said…
hey girlie, how's everything? just wanted to tell u that i nominated u for a 'rockin girl blogger' award on my site. Hope you're having a good weekend!
Eddie said…
"I make bracelets out of toothbrushes. They're either a major fashion no-no, or incredibly creative."

PS. Tessie had me rollin'. She's frickin' adorable... and I don't say shizz like that often.

Besos

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