I like my friends imaginary with no names.

I've been on Tumblr a lot lately, although I know I never thought I'd EVER figure out how to work it. I feel cheap when I'm on Tumblr. They call it blogging, but all anyone ever does is post pictures.. I feel like blogging is this right here. Sitting at the computer thinking about something really deep and spending an hour writing about it. You just want people to feel how you feel by reading your mind, not by seeing pictures you got from someone who got it from someone else who got it from someone else and so on. It's just an excuse to say you're cool and that you blog. In no way am I saying that I don't like Tumblr! I love it. I love posting pictures all the time. But, I'm not about to call myself a blogger for that. Or think anyone is cool for saying they have one

My school ends this Friday, after that I will be able to officially say that I am a high schooler. I'm so scared and excited at the same time! I don't want time to go by fast, I want to stay a teen forever, but I want to get out of middle school. There are going to be certain things I miss about the school I'm at, but SHIT, I'm ready to get the hell out. I wouldn't be able to stand staying there for another four years. I go through phases where it's alright, then I like it, then I hate it, then it's alright, then I hate it, then the year is over and I never want to go back ever again, then during the summer I'm like, "AHH SCHOOL PLEASE COME TO ME." I'm going to be taking summer school for gym. Yes, yes, it's exactly what you think. I failed gym. Um, yah, not really. I'm going because I'm too lazy to take it during actual school, but It's required for me to graduate. You don't even know how much that makes me upset. Gym and Health are my least favorite subjects in school ever. They're ridiculous and have no purpose. Why, oh why, God?? WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? I think I'll just lay outside and tan. Sounds good.
Next year, I'm going to take Journalism and art as electives. Well, I'm going to attempt to get into journalism. Apparently I have to apply? I guess it's generally not a freshman class so I have to email the teacher and see when he wants a writing sample of mine. It's kind of a reason I decided to get back on Blogspot and write again because I thought I may just mention my blog. Or not. It depends how many good posts I have. I don't want some dude that's judging me to get a bad impression because he goes to my blog and sees that I've been bored and haven't wrote about shit for a long time. But whatever happens, happens. I almost decided to write, "I hope I inspire him," but no. That would be lame and it sounds cocky and that's the last thing I want to sound like.

I'm so paranoid about sounding cocky and stuck up. I don't want anyone ever to think that about me. The most self-absorbed I get is when I look in the mirror or take pictures of myself. Every time I look in the mirror, I just think, "wow. I'm so cute." Other than that, I'm pretty well grounded. Just don't ask my art teacher, because he'll tell you I'm bougie. That kind of hurts my feelings when he says that. I don't get offened easily, but he really offended me one time when he told me that I'm like Oprah. Oprah is the devil. I hate her.

Does this NOT look like the face of a devil to you?

I went home for some damn Adventure Time

I got my septum pierced.. I think it's cute, in a badass way. Like, there's this chick. Hard core, but she's cutesy with it.

 My French partners also decided to change the theme of our project to "dressy". They didn't specify how dressy, and by the sound of one of the girl's outfits, it isn't Black Tie. So, I decided to make it a dress and heels, but still nice. Chic and classy, I'd say. The dress can be summer-y, but I made it less so, and I'm proud of myself.

Today is actually the day I got my septum done. The dude that did it was such a dickface. He was like, "yah this was the worst piercing I ever got in my life! It hurt like a bitch. You're so gonna cry. It's hard to get it in right and straight, so prepare." Then I laid down and he put something in my nose, and then lined up the needle, he said, "Ok,.. are you ready?" and I was so scared at that point but I was also kind of doubting him, then, he just shoved it through. It felt like a bee sting. I was like, "DAMNIT YOU FUCKER AND YOUR LIES!" Except it actually went like this; he said, "did that hurt?" and I said, "Noo!" Then I smiled while he laughed and then explained I can't touch it and I have to clean it blah blah blah. There are certain faces I make, and inside my nose is like, KYYYEAAAAOOWWW. It hurts   more than it did in the beginning. My friend, Shani, took a video and pictures of me getting it done, so maybe if I can somehow upload them on here I will. I may be a little tech savvy, but not when it comes to downloading!