Entry Number One

     Trust me, I have no idea what I am doing right now. I think that I just miss writing blogs for mylanguage arts class at my old school. My old school... holy crap do I miss that garbage place. I mean don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that bad. Some people there were fake, but that is at every school. But I think that my old school had some of the best people. (if you are confused, I moved school districts about a month ago) I made friends there that are extremely hard to find. And I was lucky enough to find them. I am not going to be saying any names, but they know who they are. I’ll say things that fit them, though. That way you get an idea. The biggest slut I have ever met, and will ever meet. No joke. The next one is one that I know will marry Chandler Riggs. The third one is a dancer at heart, and is now a cheerleader. Last but definitely not least, a guy that literally says thick and creamy at least once in every single sentence that comes out of their mouth. And also, we were married in third grade, and we still haven’t gotten a divorce. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty more amazing people, but those are the people that were with me from the beginning, and still are with me to this day. I freaking love them with all of my heart.
     I don’t know where this blog is going, but I am enjoying it so far. Holy moly, if you are from my new school and you are reading these blogs, please don’t bully me. I am just a weak little girl. Actually, if I were to be filled with a lot of anger, I would probably be a little strong. Just a little. I don’t know what else to write, so I will tell you what happened during my day. To start it off, my school had a two hour delay because of the ice. I wore a Vans shirt and black jeans with my black and white old skool Vans. Ummm, I played Papa’s Cupcakaria on Cool Math in cooking class. I am trying to replay my day in my head, but it is difficult because everyday is almost exactly the same. I had a ham and cheese sandwich today at lunch. I talked to my friends back at my old school, of course on Google Docs. I fantasized about my crush going to my school. Because none of the guys at my new school are nice and fun. Or at least not the ones I have talked to. So basically my day was like normal. Uneventful. Ohh but when I got home from school, that is when all of the events came flooding in.
     Like usual, I was watching YouTube in my bed, when all of a sudden I thought that I felt something on my arm. So I looked, and there was nothing. So I just went back to my video. I already am very paranoid with things around me, so at this point I was about to pee my pants. Literally. But when I started to watch my video again, it felt like something had stung me on my left pinky. So being the overreactive person that I am, I jumped out of bed screaming into the bathroom. I ran some cold water on my pinky, and went back to my room to investigate the crime scene. There was nothing. But oohhhh noooo, as soon as I freaking lifted my blanket... there it was. I ran away screaming again. But of course no one even payed attention to me crying bloody murder. My family loves me. But it was a freaking wasp. Trust me, I don’t know how it got into my house either. But I was looking for my mom to tell her to kill it, but she was in our barn talking to my dad. Mom of the year award. But anyways I didn’t want to get on my shoes up in my room because there was an alien creature in my room. There was no way in heck I was even going upstairs. So I looked around and saw my little brother’s rain boots. Keep in mind my little brother is 6 years old. But you’re girl shoved her clown feet in those boots. So I was making my way out of the house when my mother walks in. It’s about time. I told her that there was a wasp in my room and she said, “yeah, I know”. Once again, mother of the year award. At this point I was really about to put myself up for adoption. So I told her that it stung me, and I showed her my pinky. This was the first time that I was looking at it after two minutes after it happened. So like my mother, I was surprised to see that my pinky was red, swollen, and there was a trail of redness going up my whole entire arm. I thought I was going to die. So my mom called in my dad, and he said that I was fine and that it was going to go away, and if I felt like I couldn’t breathe, then to tell him.
     During dinner, my sister kept saying that my pinky was really fat. So I told her I know, it looks just like you. Then she got mad, and so did my parents. But the only reason that my parents got mad at me was because they thought that I said, “I know, f*** you”. But of course I didn’t, because I am a little angel. Just kidding, I’m probably the meanest person you will ever meet. But that concludes my blog for today. My pink is currently still swollen, and it spread to more of my hand. I am having a really hard time typing this. Don’t worry, my mother killed the wasp, but of course she smashed it on my rug. Hopefully for the last time, mother of the year award. I am planning on burying it tomorrow. And I now feel very cautious while in my bed. So it looks like I am not getting any sleep tonight. Catch me at school tomorrow with the biggest under eye bags you have ever seen in your life.
    I don’t know if I am going to do these every day, or every week. But I am going to try to do it weekly, and I may have more than one a week. Who knows. That is all for today I guess, how was your day?

 Anyways, the hoe is out
BYEEEEEEEEE