Oh my.

His voice can melt my heart.

Oh, Canada

Today I was registering for a website, and when they asked for gender, there were three options: Male, Female, and Canada. My decision was obvious. MLIA
Mylifeisaverage is awesome.

The other day my mom and I were on our way home. My mom saw a car's license plate and gasped. "Meling, they're south Canadian." she said in awe.
I began to laugh, "South Canadian?" I asked.
"Yeah! Look at that!" she pointed at the car in front of us.
I looked, "...South Carolina?"
"Oh, uhm.. hah.. yeeeah."
"Oh mom.." I shook my head and began to laugh.


What can I say, she's pretty funny.

Ring-deer?

Today my mom and I went shopping. It was so I could get some more of those animal bracelets.
Before we were leaving, she begged me into going into this other store with her. It was filled with furniture, blankets, and just things for around the house. In the middle of the store there was a lot of stuff on sale, Christmas decorations. A lot of ornaments and all that stuff. There was a lot of reindeer in there also, and obviously my mom loves them!
"Meling, look at this!" she said while pointing a fairly big reindeer.
I looked at it for a second, "That's nice." I ran my fingers a long its long antlers. It reminded me of those 'trees' that hold jewelry in Romancing the Stone. "You could hang rings and necklaces on here!" I said in a joking tone.
"Yeah?" she turned to look at me.
"Oh yeah! Of course!" Sarcasm dripping from my words.
"That's why it's called a ring-deer."
I paused and looked at her, "Wait, what?" A ring-deer?
"Mhm!" she said while walking out of the store. Okay then, whatever you say, Mom.

Merry Christmas

Hey, I'm sorry that I haven't posted lately! I guess just been busy? No, not really..


Anyways, I hope everyone has a great Christmas! I know I'm having a pretty great one. My friend, Brady, got me a stuffed Wild Thing. It's probably the best present, ever. His name is Carol, and my cats are terrified of him. It's really funny. I just have to hold it up and they get into an almost fetal position. It's the funniest thing! I love it. All this morning my brother, Bobby, and I have been scaring them. My mom is pretty satisfied with this, and so far has taken Carol away from me many times to scare the cats.

Another funny story about my mom:

The other day we were in the car on the way to the mall for some Christmas shopping. There was a car in front of us that read "NSA (numbers)". She pointed this out, "Look! They go to NSA!" she said confidently.
"What?" I ask while turning my head towards the car.
"Them! Look at the car. It says NSA!"
I examine it and begin to laugh, "Mom, that's their license plate. They're from Iowa." I keep laughing.
Her smile fades, "But.. oh.."

I love her, so much. On another note, my dad is pretty awesome himself. We had to go to the hospital Christmas Eve to see my cousin, Stephanie. She's okay, so don't worry.
Anyways, while we were leaving, my dad and I played "The Floor is Lava"! How awesome is he!? Yeah, this is why he's going to see the Avatar with me and Nikki today.

"Lmao i love your family"
-thedearestnikki

Crazy Girl

"I left you with one promise.

I hear your heart call my name."

- Jonny Craig

This morning my mom kept telling me how cold it was, and that I needed a jacket. I kept saying that I would get one, but this didn't seem to appease her.

"Meling, it's really cold out there." she said again.

How do you even know how cold it is? I thought to myself, but still nodded at her.

"Do you have a jacket?" she asked.

I shrugged a jacket on, "Yeah." I smiled at her.

"Okay..." she paused and gave me a worried look, "Do you need a scarf?

I laughed, "No, I'm okay." I reply.

"No really. You do! It's really cold." she stood up to go get me one.

"Mom." I protested.

"Meling! It's cold! You have one, don't you? The one Aulring got you last year?" she questioned.

"It's somewhere.." I stammered.

She huffed, "You need a scarf." Right then my dad walked up the stairs. "Doesn't she hun!?" she asked him.

"Huh?" he gave me a questioning look.

"A scarf." I stated.

He gave me a weird look, "No. It's not even cold out there." he said while laughing.

My mom's face dropped, and I began to laugh. "Bye Mamma." I said while walking down the stairs with my dad.

Overprotective mothers, gotta' love 'em.

Today was my first day of exams. I had my easiest ones today, English and orchestra. I'm pretty sure I aced them both, but my English teacher took up half the class period just talking to us about what a bad class we were. Y'know, I used to really enjoy my English classes, but not so much this year.

Cool Cats

"Well look at this hot reindeer!"-Ali

Yeah, these are some of the cool kids in orchestra. I'm the reindeer by the way.

We had out Christmas concert the other night, and it was amazing. I loved it so much. These orchestra kids are some of the best people you will ever meet. They never fail to make me smile.

I hate to see this group of guys go. They always made orchestra fun.

Whether it was playing Call of Duty wit the gurad's guns, intense card games, or just making fun The Burton. I'll really miss them, and I don't think orchestra will ever be the same without them.

Of course I'll still have Nancy and Abby, but I doubt that they will randomly bring Rockband to school.

Anyways, our concert went well. We played Charlie Brown Christmas, A Cristmas Concert Suite, The Most Wonderful Time of the Year, and Sleigh Ride.

Pretty epic. The last two we played with the actual band.

You could hardly hear the violins, so even if I messed up you couldn't hear me. Thank you, band.

So awhile ago I was thinking about awkward situations.
One particular one caught my attention because it has happened to me. Recently, actually.

A couple weekends ago Nikki and I were at the mall, and we saw our friend, Joey. We all hung out for awhile and were having a good time. This had been the first time in a long time since we had seen Joey, and we didn't really know how to say bye. Did we hug? Did we just nod and walk away? Wave?
Yall are probably thinking that this was the awkward part. No.

So, it's time to say bye. We tell him that we had a good time hanging out with him and that we need to do it again. We do the universal hug and that's that. Now this is when it's awkward. We turn to leave BUT Joey is going the same way as us.
"Oh, are yall going this way too?" he asks.
I laugh awkwardly, "Yeah. Imagine that." I reply. Nikki joins me in the awkward laughing.
"Yeeeah." he keeps walking.
What do you do then? I mean we eventually have to do different ways, but we already said our goodbyes. See, awkward.
It's just the whole presence of eachother makes it awkward. I don't know why, but it does.
(After this happened I was watching Natalie from Coummunitychannel and she did a vlog about this. Pretty funny.)


Anyways, most of yall know how I dyed my hair. Pretty awesome.
before

after



Well, anyways, obviously this new hair made me a whole new person. People don't even recognize me at first. I got this line a lot at school, "I didn't even know who you were at first!"
I don't see how this was such a huge difference. I mean, yeah, it's black. I get that, but really? You couldn't even tell that I was Melissa? Just cause of my hair color. During Thanksgiving a lot of people thought that I was just some other guest.

That made Marie and I laugh because obviously people don't notice little things like that. Other examples?
Superman and Clark Kent.
Glasses and no glasses. Worked for him just like my hair.
I'm like a superhero.

Summer Lovin

I miss summer. A lot. Esspecially last summer.
I spent almost every day with Mara either at a pool, outside in my backyard, or at Haywood Elementary. And if I wasn't with Mara, I was with Nikki.
Possibly the greatest times of my life.


There is just something about summer that makes me happy. It feels like everyone is always happier and more relaxed.
It's just lazy days, long nights, and summer love. Isn't it the best?
Summer always seems to be so short. Like I can't fit enough good times into those few months. Time flys when you're having fun I guess. To me, it's the best time of the year.
I miss it, a lot.
It always feels like I meet new people during summer, and I mean a lot of new people. From camps and what not. Making new friends, but those ties and bonds always seem to break apart when school starts, but once summer shows it's lovely head things start to look better again. You start texting that old friend from camp. You message eachother on Myspace and Facebook.
I really do miss it, and I miss them. All of the friends I made at Fuge.

I think Fuge was one of the best parts of summer. A church camp for a whole week. A week of no electronics. Just you, God, and other Christians. Best. Time. Ever.


Anyways, this was a pointless blog about how much I love Summer and all it's wonders.
I can't wait till this upcoming Summer!

Flash ;o

So, I told yall how my school was going to do a flash mob, pretty exciting.
Well, this is the first kind we are going to do.


It's pretty awesome.
We were talking about it on Facebook, and we decided that they can't suspend us for not moving. Genius.

Anyways, hope that we get to this soon.
It'll probably go down after Christmas Break.

Awesome.

My sister is awesome. She was thinking about getting me these hand puppet things. You use paint though, and they're animals! I was pretty excited when she told me this today.
"I won't even need friends anymore!"
"....Really?" she gave me a dumb look and I just smiled.
"I could even make them kiss!" I said while holding my hands up and letting them touch each other.
"Yeahh..." another weird look.

Also, my school is pretty awesome. Why? Flash Mob, that's why. I'm sure I'll have a video of it up once we do it. I have to say, I'm very excited.

Anyways, today in art class we had to use pastels to do our version of one of van Gogh's paintings. I was really excited about this and was looking forward to it. Well, I was working a little slow and making sure that I was doing a good job. The people I sit with in that class usually speed through it and then turn it in.
Well the first girl to turn hers in had to come back, "What did she say?" I asked while looking at her picture. I thought that it looked really good.
"Has to be darker." she pouted.
I looked at my picture and then back at hers, "Oh." I started coloring harder and making sure there wasn't a white spot on that page.
Then Fady went up there, and he is so confident in his art. A little too confident. Not to be mean, but he isn't that good.
Of course, he comes back. "What did she say?" the first girl asked.
"My flowers in the front are too small." he said while picking up the pastels.
I then examined my picture and then made sure to make my flowers pretty big.

This went on for awhile. I was the last one at my table to turn in my work, and when I did she liked it!
"Wow Melissa, this is pretty good." she said while taking it from me.
I smiled, "Thanks!"

I told my sister this story, "I bet that's what van Gogh did too. He just asked his friends what other people thought about their paintings first."
Pretty funny. That's why she's awesome too.

Greeks Geeks

"People who are good at it can go in and out."

Doth what she hath said.

Nothing exceptionally exciting to talk about. Today I wore a pencil skirt to school, and I got a lot of compliments. I think I wore it on the wrong day. It was freezing outside, but then again I don't think that it's going to get any warmer from now on.

Well exams are soon, so yall will be reading about how stressed I am. That's always fun. Reading other people's misfortune makes us feel better, and I don't say it doesn't! I know it makes me feel better about myself and my situation sometimes.

Well, today in English we were talking about Antigone and how the kings back then were okay with the playwriters writing stories about the common people taking over the kingdom. Of course people in the class were a bit confused. What if the common people got ideas from these plays? Wouldn't they try to overthrow him also?

I guess they didn't think so. They thought that seeing the play and feeling the emotions through the characters would be enough for the people. I guess it was, and still is.

We get entertainment from action movies and what not. We feel that rush, as if we were in that movie. We get excited, mad, sad, and sometimes even feel the love in the movie. We still do the same thing.

Good job Greek people!

Im so hip

I love finding little known bands or movies or something along those lines. It's always fun to show your friends something new, and all of them like it.

But one thing that I hate is when people act like they've known about a band before you did. They act like you're behind for not knowing about that certin something sooner. Like I'm behind for just now finding them out? Okay, buddy.

Well, I've notice that most people like that will always know about whatever you're talking about. That new movie? Yeah, I saw previews a long time ago. This cool new singer? Oh yeah, I love her music! Have you read this book? Ages ago! Funny thing is, most of them don't even know what you're tlaking about and will look it up the second they are away from you.

See what I'm talking about? I really dislike it, but sometimes it can be really funny. One day at school we were talking about people like this, and how funny it would be to catch them in the act.
Example;
Walk into a group with a lot of your friends, "Hey, have yall heard about this one new band? Fighting PandaBears." (I'm totally making this up as I go)
Everyone in the group says no, but that one person, "Oh yeah! I love them."
People in group are impressed that he/she knows this little known band.
"Oh yeah? What's your favorite song?"
"Oh, the third one on their CD. I can't think of the name.." Uh huh.. TOO BAD THEY AREN'T REAL!!
"Hm.. yeah, well, uhm... Thing is, that band isn't real." Busted.

I think that would be really funny. I wanna do that sometime.

Thanks dude!

Do you like music?
Pandora.com

You're welcome.

We go way back

Today at church I was feeling kind of nervous. It was my first Sunday at this new church, and I was thinking that I wouldn't know anyone there. At first I was really nervous, but then I noticed a face. He looked familiar.


It was Spencer, a friend from 8th grade.


He came over and we talked a little bit. The youth pastor then started to try and intoriduce me to him, "Spencer, I see you've met the new girl."


"New? Oh, I've known her for awhile!"


The pastor looked back at me, "Whhattt!? You already know people!"


I laughed, and then class started.





After class, a man in his 20s walked in. He was showing off his new tattoo.


"Whoa! Josh, that's so cool!" I looked over at him.


Josh, I know a Josh that looks kind of like him. Then he looks over at me, and gives me a weird look. Josh?

"I think I know him." I whisper to Spencer.

"Josh? How?" he looks at Josh then back to me.

"He played ball with my brother, and graduated with my sister." I look at Josh again.

He is looking at me, and the smiles. "Melissa!"

I smile back, it is him! "Hey! Josh!"

The pastor looks at me wide eyed, "You know him too?!"

I smile, "Yup." Josh answers for me. He walks over to where I'm standing and gives me a hug.

"How?" the pastor asks.

"I've known him since I was about five." I state simply.

"I graduated with her sister." And was a cheerleader, I added in my head.



I love knowing people when I'm at a new place. It makes me feel special when I'm known haha.

Hey you

A month or so ago I went to a confrence for only girls. It was talking about abstience, and I've always planned on saving myself for 'the one'. My only reason was because I was a Christian, and it was just something that we did.
Well at this confrence the speaker gave us more reasons to wait for the right guy. The guy that you wanted to spend the rest of your life, as if that wasn't enough for me.
So, she went on to give us demonstrations and examples.

She told us how we shouldn't let a guy treat us like a paper plate. We are like that fine china. The kind that you only use during special occassions. Special stuff. She began to show us a paper plate. Something that you use once and the throw away. She stressed that we are worth so much more than that. More than a one time thing. Don't let a guy use you and then throw you away.

Then, she went on to give more examples. There was one that I really liked though.
"Now girls, close your eyes. Picture the guy, and I mean THE guy. The one that will be your husband. The one that will be the father of your kids. Yeah, him. Now, picture another girl sleeping with him."
A lot of the girls in the room gasped.
"Yeah. Not a good feeling. So, you don't want him messing around with other girls now. I doubt that he wants you sleeping with another guy either."

I loved that example. I think that sealed the deal for me.
I want to be a virgin for my husband. I want him to be the only man I'm ever with like that. Ever.

That's for you, future husband.

Deck The Halls

Today, Nikki and I went to the mall. It was pretty fun, but we were there for about four hours. We were going to walk to the theater that was near the mall, but all the movies there we had already seen.

Anyways, while we were at the mall we went into Electronic Express. We looked around for a little bit, and she even bought something. Anyways, while we were in there, a keyboard caught our attention. We began to mess around with it, and it didn't sound too good.
But then, suddenly all the keys made new sounds. I held down a key that made this really cool beat, and Nikki started to play other keys. After awhile some employees came by. I looked up and smiled at him, what did I get in return? The hugest smile I've ever seen and a thumbs up. Thanks Electronic Express guy.

The people that work there were really.. friendly. While I was there with Nikki, a lot of the guys working there would just stare at me. Not even trying to hide it. I would turn away quickly and just look down. I'm still a little confused and scared.

Anyways, another cool thing that happend at the mall was that we saw Santa! He was walking towards the area where you get your picture taken with him.
"Whoa, it's Santa!" Nikki said excitedly.
I look up from my phone, "WHAT?!"
"Yeah! It's him!" she points straight ahead to the man in the red suite.
"...Lets get him." I say seriously.
She starts to laugh, "Oh yeah, lets go!"
We both start fake running towards him, "WHERE IS MY PONY I ASKED FOR 5 YEARS AGO!?" I yelled.


Friends? Silly child, best friends.

Hangin' and what not

Today I was listening to the radio, and it was talking about 'regifting'. It was saying that it's bad, but not always.
The exception? HD radio.

I kept listening to how they said that you should regift it. Then I started thinking. Isn't regifting when you give someone the same present that they gave you? Yeah, I think so.

But, anyways. The commercial was saying that we should share this gift of HD radio. Regift it, but if they gave HD radio don't you think that they'd have it too? I don't know why I thought so long about this, but it was justkinda bothering me.

Anyways, today I went to my old church with my dad and Lee. We all used to go there, but it seems that everyone was excited to see me and my dad. I went to that church since I was really young. It was like my second home, and sometimes I really miss it. The people there all know me, and are really nice. I always feel loved there. So, while we were sitting in the sanctuary people kept coming up to me and my dad to say hi. I got a lot of hugs and smiles. A lot of people asked how we were doing, and some even thought that we were coming back to that church. Funny thing is, Lee was sitting right next to me and no one said a word to him. No one said 'hey, we've missed you' or anything along those lines. We were laughing at that.
"Hey Melissa!" a little old lady said to me.
I turned in my seat to face her, "Oh! Hey." I smiled at her.
She reached out to give me a hug. She kept on talking, and didn't even take a second glance at Lee.
Once she walked away Lee looked at me , "I don't think anyone even remembers that I went to this church." he said.
I laughed, "What can I say. Us McKinney's just made a big splash when we were here." I smiled.

Which is kinda true. My family went to that church for awhile, and people knew who we were. I don't want to brag, but if you went to that church you knew who we were. There were just certin famalies that you just knew.
The Turner family.
The Parish family.
The McKinney family.
The Barnett family.
The Knox family.
And so on and so on.

I take that back

Yesterday my dad and I got in a fight. Well, not really a fight. It was just him yelling at me for no reason really. Obviously, I'm ashamed of his driving. He screamed at me yesterday afternoon and is still mad at me to this exact second.

So yesterday someone pissed him off in my school's parking lot, and he followed them home. I was a little scared. He would go really fast and stop right before he crashed into the back of their car. It was really scary, so I didn't say anything while he was doing this. I just sat there and looked out the window. So, we followed this car for a good while before we went home.

"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah..." I kind of trailed off and turned to look at him.
He stared back at me, "You aren't talking much."
"Well, yeah." I looked at the car in front of us, we were still behind them. "I just don't see why you're mad at this guy." I said finally.
So he explained that this dude was flicking other people off in the school parking lot. Other people. Not us, other people.
"Oh." I said while dropping the subject. It was awkward to talk about, and I didn't know what else to say.

So we get home, and he doesn't get out of the car. Usually when we come home he comes inside to get something to eat. Well, not yesterday. He just sat there staring straight ahead. I got out of the car, and he peeled out of the driveway. I thought that was the end of it, but then he came back in the house.
"MELISSA!" he screamed for me.
I walk back down the stairs, "Yeah?" I reply.
This is where you insert cuss words and his long speech about me not having the right to be embarrassed with his driving. He also trie to threaten me with 'my car'. I had to laugh at this one.

First of all, he is threatening me with a car. His exact words, "You can forget about your car!"
My car?! No! Not my car, Daddy! I love my car! I can't live witho-
Oh wait, hah. I DON'T have one! I don't even have my permit! Try using a threat that would work. Example; my phone or computer. But my car? Dude, I'm not even 16 yet.

Second of all, he said that I don't have a right to be ashamed of him. Well, really I'm not ashamed. I just don't know what to do or say when he gets like this. It's not that I'm ashamed, but more so that I'm scared I guess. Anyways, he said that I don't have a right. Really? Because I'm pretty sure that everyone is entitled to their own opinion. Just because I can think for myself now doesn't mean that I'm wrong for thinking differently than you. That's what irks me. I'm not his five year old daughter anymore. I can think for myself, and I have my own thoughts about things. He can't make all my decisions for me, and I think he needs to realize that. I'm fifteen.

So, today when I was walking outside I was hoping that someone else was picking me up from school. Maybe my mom or sister, anyone but my dad. I checked my phone, and I noticed that I had a text message from my sister.
"YES!" I yelled. Her text said that she was picking me up today. Thank you, Baby Jesus.
I felt like saying 'You're welcome' to all the cars I passed. They wouldn't have to feel the wrath of my dad's awful road rage. Keeping the streets of Tennessee 'crazy-white-men' safe. You are welcome, people of Nashville.

Not cool.

I don't like him right now.
I don't want to be in this house.
Get me out of here, please and thanks.

School Days, sir. School Days.

Girls at my school all have pencil pouches. A lot of them are really cute, and I mean I wouldn't mind having one. I was actually really wanting one lately because a lot of girls pull theirs out and people will stop and compliment on them. I've been meaning to mention it to my mom, and maybe getting one.

Anyways, I found something better. Much better.


Today in class a girl near me pulled her purse on top of her desk and then proceeded to get her pencil pouch out. It was really cute, and I was a tad jealous. It was orange and had really cute designes on it. Anyways, as always, someone told her how cute it was.
"Awh thanks. I got it from Target." she said.

Once class really got started someone was asking around for a pencil. They came to that girl, "Hey, do you have an extra pencil?" she asked the Pencil Pouch Girl.
"Lemme check." she answered. She pulled out her adorable pencil pouch and rummaged around for a second. "No sorry." she gave her an apologetic smile.
The girl looking for a pencils turns to me, "Hey, do you have an extra pencil?" she asked.
I thought for a second then smiled, "Yeah, I think so." I replied.
I pulled my purse up on my desk and pulled out...
A crayon box. You know, the plastic ones that you have in like grade school. Anyways, I pull it out and get her a pencil.
She looks at me for a second, "A crayon box?"
I look down at it and back at her, "Yes." I reply. I have a huge grin on my face.
"Adorable." she says with the same smile.
I win, Pencil Pouch People. I win.

Kit-kit-Kitty Kat

Today Marie, my sister, told me how our cats would be considered Persian Blues. She told me that she heard that these type of cats find 'their person' and that person is theirs forever. I thought that was really sweet, and then I look down and there Taz is. Sitting in my lap and purring his butt off. I smiled at him, "I'm Taz's." I said proudly.
She laughed at me and then she made a Twilight reference, "He impression.. no, printed.. no," she paused for a second.
I gave her a really odd look, "What?" I asked.
"IMPRINTED on you!" she said happily. "Like Jacob." she explained.
I nodded my head, "My lil werewolf." I cooed to Taz.

I don't think yall understand, but Taz is the cutest cat ever. If I had to pick a cat to 'imprint' on me, I'd pick him. He is so sweet. Whenever I'm on the computer he will crawl in my lap and just lay his head down on my arm. He is always in my room, sprawled across my bed. It's like he is my roommate. We share this bed, for the most part.
Taz always follows me around the house too, well, when he isn't sleeping. Sometimes when I get home from school he runs in front of me and like leads me to my room and meows.
Sometimes I picture that he's telling me about his day at home. Maybe about the bird that he almost killed today, or how he climbed a tree. So, when he leads me to my room he just jumps up on my bed and waits for me to put all my stuff down and then meows at me. I sit down and he attacks me with purring and nudging me to get me to pet him. Most. Adorable. Thing. Ever.
Enough about me and my lil werewolf (:


So, those of you who read my sister's blog, you know that Marie's husband has a Persian Blue too, Nala. Well, that's his cat. His kid, basically. And Marie wants a cat. She wants one to imprint on her, but she has had no such luck. She got Omi, but that didn't really work out for her. Omi is more independent, I think.
Well, while she was here, she kept telling the cats to come to her so she could pet them. Some would come to her, others wouldn't. She was kinda upset, "I just want to hug you!" she cried out.
Finally she put her hand out and then Jeepers rubbed her head against it, "Awh you wanna get pet?" Jeepers meowed, and that's when Marie grabbed her by her little collar. "Don't leave me!" Jeepers then freaked out and tried to run away. It didn't work because, well, Marie had her trapped. She just wants love..

Whatchu said!

Today has been a good day so far. Hung out with G and played some tennis. I've still got it (:


Well, while we were playing tennis Chaz decided to play too. He knocked one of the balls out and over the fence, and I didn't see where it went. It was near the trees somewhere, and he promised that he would go get it in a little while. So we kept playing.

After a little while this old man comes up to us, tennis ball in hand. He is smiling, "Hey, I think you're a ball short." he said while tossing it over the fence.
I smiled at him, "Thanks."
"No problem, darling." he replied and walked away.
I love old people. They make me smile. I know sometimes it's awkward around them, but in general I love them. Older people are so cool to me.

They always have a story to tell or an opinion about something. I know sometimes they can be bitter, but they can have an attitude or be bitter, but they have a right. I mean, they are old! Give 'em a break people.

Anyways, I also started thinking about how he called me 'darling'.
I think that's the most adorable thing in the world. Old men still know what chivalry is. Holding doors open for us, pulling our chairs out, calling us beautiful and other sweet nicknames instead of sexy and hot.
I wish more people were like that. Respectful and considerate. I don't mean just to women, but just to eachother in general. Guys, be real men not some macho man. It's stupid. I think most girls would rather date a sweet guy rather than scum. Thank you very much.

Fancy that

Facebook is taking over. It's so obvious. I hardly get on Myspace, and when I do it's to listen to music or something like that. Facebook really takes care of my 'talking' needs. I've realized that Facebook is more for the 'older kids'. I'm sure that a lot of middle schoolers and some Freshmen still think that Myspace is cool, but they too will conform and become a Facebooker. Just a matter of time. But there are a couple things that I don't like about Facebook.



One: Changes

Why must Facebook change so much? Right when people are getting a hang of the new Facebook. It's like 'oh, I finally understand... wait, a NEW update?! Everything is gonna change.. again?!" Yeah. Thanks Facebook for keeping us on our toes.







Two: Creepers

Facebook is a little too open. You can see everything about one person. I swear, at the rate Facebook will just have little cameras following you around that rec. everything you say and do. How about that, Facebook, you like that? Stalkerbook...





Three: Farmville

I hate it, so much. If i get one more request about Farmville, or some gift from some random person I don't know I'll throw my computer out the window. It's so annoying.



Speaking of Farmville, today Marshall was trying to get me to play.

"Come on Melissa. It's actually really fun." he smiled really big.

I shook my head, "No way, man. Farmville is so.. lame." I stated simply.

His face looked shocked, "Lame? Farmville? Naahh!"

I laughed, "Farmville? Lame? Known fact."

"But, in Farmville you get to make money! And you can grow things and stuff. It's a lot of fun, and very addicting." he tried to convince me.

"Sorry, but I don't want to waste all my time on the computer 'farming' " I used my fingers as air quotations.

"Plleeeaaseee! At least try it. You could be my neighbor! I could like," he paused, "fertilize your eggs and stuff." he begged.

I looked at him for a second, did he really just say what I think he said? His face looked innocent, he obviously didn't realize what he had just said. I began to laugh. Hard.

"What? What did I sa-" Then, realization spread across his face. His eyes getting wide, and his cheeks began to turn pink. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry Melissa. I- I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry!" his face looked alarmed.

I sat there laughing, and tried to tell him to calm down. "Marshall, it's cool. I know you didn't mean it like... that." He blushed at my words and I laughed some more. "Don't sweat it." I said finally.









Things I really like:

Water

Hoodies

Button down shirts

French

Where the Wild Things Are

Books

Pita chips

Hummus

French

Carlos

Doodling

Mustangs

Hats

Did I mention.. French?

FRENCH

I want to learn this language so bad. I think that it's the sexiest language on the face of this planet. I just really enjoy it. It's beautiful,

True Story

Last Friday I went to the movies with a lot of friends, and it was really fun. We went to see Where the Wild Things Are. It was kind of weird at first. The kid was really mean and loud, and I was just really upset with that. I hate when kids are like that.
Anyways, the kid, Max, was making up a story because his mom asked him to. It was about a beast or something that had vampire teeth, but then all the other vampire beasts broke his teeth. He was sad because he couldn't grow new ones. Those were his big vampire teeth. All the other vampire beasts left him because he wasn't like them anymore.
I thought that was a very sad part of the movie, but Zach leans over and whispers
"Vampire teeth don't break. Fact of life." I looked over at him, and his face was serious. Then I thought about it...
"That's so true.." I whispered back.
He nodded while leaning back in his seat, "Fact of life." he said again.
Made my night.

Anyways, Where the Wild Things Are is a cute movie.
My favorite quote was "I'll eat you up, I love you so."
It's so cute. Me and Mara say it to eachother every night now. I know, we are lame, but still.


Well, that weekend I spent it all with Mara. Best. Weekend. Ever.
I have to say that it was time well spent with her. I really do love this girl.


Anyways. That weekend was just an all around good one.
And today was a pretty good day at school. Marie picked me up and we got McDonalds after school. I love my sister (:

Coolstorybro

My math teacher is probably the funniest guy I have ever met. He tells the funniest stories, and we think a lot alike. Our sense of humor is a lot a like, so obviously we get along. He thinks he is cool, and actually, I think he is too.

So, it was day light savings earlier this week, and he didn't change the clock in his room yet. It read an hour ahead the actual time, obviously. He was telling us how in all his other classes people would tell him that his clock was messed up, and he would always say 'Yes I know' and move on. I mean, how hard could it be to just subtract an hour? Not hard at all. I mean, come on people, simple math.
Well, Coach D just got done teaching a lesson. He asked if anyone had any questions, and someone raised their hand.
"Yes?" he asked the girl a couple rows away from me.
We all turned to look at her and she was starting at the clock. "Your clock is an hour fast..." she said finally.
Coach looked at her for a second then walked over to the clock. He looked at it for a second and then raised both his hands in front of it and messed it up. He turned the hands and just basically destryoed it.
He turned around and looked dead at her, "Now what time is it?" his face straight?
She opened her mouth to answer, but he stopped her. "You know, all you had to do was subtract an hour. One hour! Now you don't know what time it is at all. Good job, kid."
He turned back to the board and started erasing it.
Favorite. Teacher. Ever.


Later on in his class we smelled fish frying. I'm used to it, of course, but everyone else in the room started freaking out. The seniors were having a fish fry, and their courtyard is right outside our windows. Now, fair warning, I'm perverted...
"Gross, what is that smell?" I heard many girls saying.
Everyone started sniffing around, but most of us ignored it. One girl kept going on and on about how bad it smelled.
"What is that?" she whined. "It smells sooo bad!"
I rolled my eyes, "Then stop breathing." I muttered under my breath.
"Ewh! It smells like fish!" she cried.
"Then close your legs." I said without skipping a beat. Everyone around me started laughing and smiled at me. She didn't hear, thank goodness.
Insulting from afar (: Win.

November!

Random things in my life.


Uno. There is a girl at my school who always calls me Michelle. I met her at a Filipino party awhile ago, and back in middle school she used to know my real name. I don't know what happened, but somehow Melissa changed into Michelle. I have no clue.
Anyways, she's an office helper, and my mom had to drop off my notebook because I left it at home. I got called to the office to pick it up, and she was sitting in there.
"Hey, I'm here to pick up my notebook." I said while looking at the lady at the desk.
"Melissa McKinney?" she asked. I nodded and she pointed to a notebook sitting on a table. I thanked her and then grabbed the notebook. Meanwhile the girl I was talking about earlier gets up to walk me to the door.
"That was your mom?" she asked.
"Yeah." I said while opening the door for us.
"Oh, so you're Michelle McKinney. Cool!" she walks past me and I stare after her with a shocked expression. The lady at the desk even said my name. On the freakin' binder there is a post it note that says MELISSA MCKINNEY on it! Why does she keep calling me Michelle?!


Two. My mom's laptop has a webcam on it. I was on Yahoo talking to Carlos, and got on cam. While we were talking I was writing something and he asked if I was left handed. I told him no, and held up my right hand with the pen in it. He proceeded to tell me that it was my left hand that I was holding up. I was confused because that was most deffinitley my right hand. We began to argue back and fourth about which was which. Finally I realized that I had the camera set to 'mirror image'. I clicked the button again, and flipped sides. We laughed about it.
"I thought I was going crazy!"
Hahaha, I love this guy.

3hree. I got a haircut today, and it costed about 20 bucks. When we were driving away my mom went on to tell me how in the Phillipines a haircut would only cost 2 dollars.
"And it's not some cheap haircut either!" she tried to explain.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah! They shampoo it and like.. massage your head. It's great." she smiled.
I laughed a little, "Wow, that's really cool Mom."
"Yeah! And the shampoo guys are gay. The gays do it good!"
I almost cried from laughing. Thank you Mom for making me the happiest girl ever. I love you.

Monster

My mom is a clean freak. She hates when the house is messy, so, naturally, all she does is clean. Oh, and read her Bible. That's about it. Well, my mom always tries to find new things that will clean better. The swiffer. All these other sprays and stuff. Well, usually she just kinda gives up on things, or never buys more supplies for them. Well, my sister got her those Mr. Clean Magic Erasers, and let me tell you.. She is in love with that thing! The first time she tried it she was amazed.

I was sitting in my room when I heard my mom call my name, "Melissa! Come here, look!" she shouted.
I walked down the hall towards her voice and her soft laughter, "What?" I asked while searching for her.
She was sitting on the floor with one of those Magic Erasers with a look of pure joy on her face. "Look how clean the kitchen is!" she stated.
I looked around at all the cabinets and then at the refridgerator, "Wow. Nice." I commented with not even half of her enthusiasm.
"I know! Watch." she instructed me. She then began to scrub at another cabinet door. It worked wonders, and the cabinet door was clean in no time. It was really white, and my mom just got giddy all over again. "See!"
I nodded my head, "Wow, that's really cool. Is that one of those Mr. Clean Magic Erasers?" I asked her nonchalantly. I figured that she had picked these up on her own.
"They have a name?! Marie only gave me one.." her brow furrowed like a little girls.
"Oh, well I'm sure they have more at WalMart." I said happily.
Her eyes lit up, "Oh yeah! I'll need to go get some more..."



Next day at WalMart she sends me on a mission. Find those 'magic thingys'. Yes ma'am! I go to the cleaning aisle and I see them almost right away. A pack of four. This should do. I grab it and go back to my mom, "Only four?" she asks.
"Uh, yeah..." I say while glancing at the box. "I thought that it would be enough." I tried to validate myself.
"Were there any bigger packs?" she asked.
I tried to remember if I saw any packs that were bigger, "No." I said simply.
"Oh, alright. That's just enough for everyone in the house then." she dropped them in the cart and walked away. Everyone in the house? She has gone mad.

Once we get home she busts the bad boys out and starts cleaning everything. I laugh and go in my room. I come back out awhile later and she is cleaning the wall. Marie, do you see what you have created? She was cleaning the WALL.

Fights

I really dislike fighting, espically physical fights. They make me nervous for them, and I really don't like them if one of the participants is someone that I care about.


So on my A Days me and G changed tables, but the girls that sat with us before followed us. It's not a big deal, but the people we are sittig with now are getting annoyed. All the seats are taken by the time they get there, and I mean, it was their table first. Now, some people from that table have to sit at the one behind us. I feel bad, but yeah.
Some of the people me and G talk to there are Steestee. I've known him since about 6th or 7th grade. We got pretty close once we got into highschool. Now, Steestee doesn't get mad often. I never see him get that upset really, and that's kinda surprising. He just kinda goes with the flow.
Well, today at lunch my table and the table behind us, people that used to sit at this table, were throwing food at eachother. First it was just balled up knapkins. Then it was french fries. Then bread. Pizza crusts. Pickles. Then, pears. It was like the wet mushy kind. It was gross, but they were throwing it. G and I were staying out of it but still laughed none the less.
Once someone from my table threw a pear and hit Chaz in the head it got pretty intense. Chaz came to the end of our table and was asking who threw it. Now, Steestee alreadt doesn't like Chaz, so he threw a pizza crust as him. Chaz got whatever food was near him and threw it back. Steestee gets up and walks around the table towards Chaz. Chaz is walking away, but you can tell on Steestee's face he is genuinly upset. Once he circles around he is infront of me, and I put my hand out to him to stop him from getting to Chaz. "Stephen, stop.." I try to sooth him, "it's not a big deal."
Me and G are kind of scared. It just got really intense. Since I'm sitting down my arm wraps around his stomach, but he grabs my arm and squeezes it. It hurt, really bad. I flinch away, and he lets go. He says sorry, and then sits back down. Chaz is giving him mean looks.

See, fights are bad. I just wish people would let them end like Steestee did. I hate that tension, it makes me really nervous.

What's the story, morning glory?

My mom likes to shop. A lot. She asked me if I wanted to go to WalMart with her today, and of course I accepted. We were getting ready to leave when my mom walks in her room and sighs. She looks at her bed and then back at me, "I need new pillow cacses." she states.
I look at her, "Why?" I asked.
"Because, they don't match my covers." she whines.
I laugh, "Mom, why don't you use your old covers that you got during summer? I don't even see why you bought that red one." I say while sitting on her bed. "It's not even as soft as the blue one." I say.
She looks away from me, "But.."
I start to laugh again, "Mom, you have a problem. You don't even need half of this crap!"
Se starts laughing too, "Ugh! Melang! Yes I do!" she tries to sway me, but I stand firm.
"No, Mom."

She gives up and we leave for WalMart, but once we get there she is talking about her pillow cases again.
She cleverly directs the cart to where they keep these things, and starts to examine them. "They are soo soft!" she says finally.
I look over at her and see her putting the pillow case packages in the cart, "Mom! No!" I run back to her. "You don't need this!" I state.
"Mellanng, yes I do!" she is pleading.
I start to pull the cart away from her, and she cries out for me to stop. I'm chanting 'no way' under my breath. I'm sure people are stopping and staring to see this show down between us, but I don't care. If I didn't stop her now she would more than likely buy a whole new bed!

Finally I give in and let her put the pillow cases in the cart, but I know that by the end of this little trip she will have returned them.

Guess what...
I was right. (:

Ice Skating

I remember the first time I ever went ice skating it was with my older sister and her friends, all three of them. Just kidding Marie, I know you had more friends than that. So, the first time I went ice skating I was excited. I thought that I was going to be a pro the second I walked out on the ice. Well, I was wrong. Dead wrong. I laced up my skates and walked out on the ice. First step, not so bad. Second step, hold crap what have I gotten myself into? I was scared crapless and held onto the side of the wall. I clung to it like it was life support or something. I looked around for my sister and her friends, and to my surprise they were basically doing the same thing infront of me. Marie was holding onto the side too, lauging. That was te difference between me and Marie. She was laughing and i was crying. I caught up with them and they were all asking me what was wrong.
"I'm scared." I told tem between gasps of breath.
My sister comforted me, "Oh, it's okay kid."
I looked at her for a second, still not really sure, "But.." I looked out at the ice. Everyone else looked like pros, why not me?
She stood straight up, "Hey, listen to me," I looked at her again, "Don't worry. Just throw your hands in the air! And wave 'em like you just don't care!" she then began to do a little dance while still keeping a cautious and near the side of the rink.
I rolled my eyes at her, "Marie.."
"No, really! Try it!" she kept doing her dance.
I then cautiously let go of the side of the rink and did the dance with her. Lifting my arms in the air. I smiled and laughed, and then sooner than you think I wasn't scared anymore.
How awesome is she? Loads, that's how much. After this little pep talk I was out there skating and not scared anymore. It was great.

Orchestra and Freshmen.

Communitychannel- Natalie.
She is the most adorable Asian ever. She has an Australlian accent and she is super funny. In a way she reminds me of myself. She makes a lot of 'your mom' jokes and all that jazz. Also, she just talks abot random things but yet they are things that all of us notice. Check her out, I swear you won't regret it.

Another thing, check my sister's blog out. She is super cute and funny too. She is like a less cool me. Just kidding Marie, you're pretty cool too!




I think America is confused. They make everyone believe that the cool people in school are the cheerleaders and jocks. Sure, some of them are pretty decent people, but how many of them have a cool personality? A handful, maybe. The real cool people are the 'losers'. The kids in the band and orchestra. Like me, for example. I'm in the orchestra, and I have met the coolest people at school in that class. Everyone is so down to earth and amazingly funny. Try having a class of about 20 kids or more, all of them have pretty great personalities and great senses of humor. That's orchestra. The best class, ever. That is where I got my pervertedness.
Anyways, earlier this week we had a sub in that class. Now, you can't leave these 20some kids alone without a responsible adult. An adult that knows us and knows what kid of crap we get ourselves into. So, when The Burton was gone we had fun (:
The band and orchestra share the band room. It's fairly big, so it's cool. Now, they also have color guard stuff. So, they have all those cool props like fake guns and swords. Orchestra took full advantage of these things.
We acted out Call of Duty 4 that day. It. Was. Epic. We were making gun shots and everything. Barrel rolls and army crawls, it was crazy. People were throwing half opened water bottles as 'bombs'. If you had walked in on this I promise you would've been slightly scared and probably really jealous.
Then again, everyone gets those feelings when they see us. We are kinda a big deal.

So yeah, as you can tell, orchestra is great.


Oh, and another thing.. Freshmen.
Stop thinking that you are cool just because you are standing with us in the stands on Friday nights during football games. You aren't cool, and I promise you that. I've always hated freshmen, even when I was a freshman.
So, Thursday night we had a football game because Friday was a galf day. I guess that somehow messed up the football schedual. So, anyways, these FRESHMEN girls come and sit right behind me. Not to mention they are on the wrong side of the field. They are from the other team. Why on earth would people from the other team come sit on our side. It's still beyond me as to what they were thinking. Even I wasn't as stupid as them when I was a freshman.

I hate me.

I've been messing up a lot lately.
I don't see why you're still around.
Why you haven't given up on me yet.
I'm just a lost cause, something that will just dissapoint you in the end.

But still, I'm sorry. I know it won't make anything better, and you'll still be more than mad at me. I just wish that I could take everything back I ever said or did. Just go back to the first day we met.


I hate myself now, and I can't stop crying. I feel like a total baby. I can't even eat. Hah, yeah, I hate my life when you're mad at me. I hate myself when you hate me. I hate my very being.

It's not over tonight

Just give me one more chance to make it right

I may not make it through the night

I won't go home without you

Today

Overall: Fucking Awful.

mylifeisaverage.com

Go to it, NOW!

"Today, I was bored in my health class. I wondered to myself, "I wonder if anyone really can read minds." I then thought to myself, "Hey! If anyone in this room can read minds, cough now!" The kid next to me caughed the looked over at me and smiled. I'm scared. MLIA."

"Today, I was pulled over for going 17 mph over the speed limit. The cop was asking me routine questions about what might be in my car, and when he asked me if I had any weapons I informed him that I had two Nerf swords in my trunk. The police officer laughed, and proceeded to challenge me to a duel for the ticket. Guess who got off with a warning? MLIA."

Today it was wacky Wednesday for my school’s homecoming week. I had been seriously doubting my school’s creativity until a group of Tetris pieces passed by at lunch followed by a group of Pacman ghosts and a Pacman. What made it even better was that the Pacman group proceeded to use the lunch tables as barriers and play life-sized Pacman with each other. I think I have found the cool groups at my school. MLIA.

Nikki said this sounded like me;"A few days ago I was getting ready to leave Starbucks with my girlfriend when she started putting on my dark thin gloves. I asked her if it was really that cold outside that she needed them. She replied, "no but they make me feel like an assassin." I feel like I've chosen the right girl. MLIA"

Today my little sister came in to show me her new shoes. They were Hanna Montana which I thought was odd because she doesn't like her. She then took off her shoe and showed me Hanna Montana's face on the sole. And said "now I can walk on her face all day!" I love my little sister. MLIA

Today, I watched a freshman fall down the stairs, and then land with an air guitar and a knee slide, and walk away like nothing happened. That kid is going places. MLIA.

Today, I was riding the bus. I looked out the window only to see an old man viciously stabbing a pumpkin. When he saw the bus pass, he stopped and waved. MLIA

Today, in my college class, my professor's computer wasn't turning on. Suddenly, a boy in the front row yelled "It needs your help! Clap your hands if you believe!" The entire 300 person lecture started applauding and then the computer turned on. MLIA

Today we were having a meeting at work about customer service. My manager said "We have to get on top of our customers and show them a good time." I was the only one who busted out laughing. MILA

Today, my brother had tons of animal crackers on the floor looking through them. I asked him what he was doing and he replied, "The box says you can't eat them if the seal is broken. I'm looking for the seal." I have high hopes for him. MLIA.

Today, during my University lecture for English, the lecturer decided to split the class up into people who liked Harry Potter and those who liked Twilight. To no one's surprise all the guys were on the Harry Potter side and all the girls on the Twilight side, except for one guy. I asked him why he would do something so degrading. His response: "To meet chicks". Why didn't I think of that? MLIA

Today I was thirsty, so I walked to the fridge to get a glass of cold water. When I pulled the pitcher out, I realized it was empty. Angry, I said, "Who the hell puts the empty pitcher back in the fridge?". Then I realized I live alone. MLIA

Today I was shoe shopping when I saw two little old ladies looking at sandals. One picked up a pair and said "these would be great for the summer if you live that long." At least she has a plan. MLIA.

Today, I was walking home from school with a guy I kind of like. I eyed a really crunchy looking leaf a few feet in front of us. He was just about to jump on it, when he saw my disappointed face, then said 'Ladies first' and let me step on it. I wish there were more gentlemen like this. MLIA

A few days ago, after finishing the PSATs early, I typed into my calculator "Hello, Harry Potter. My name is Tom Riddle." I turned it on today in class and proceeded to freak out. Bravo, old self. Bravo. MLIA

Today, my some of my friends and I were listening to "Don't Trust Me" by 3OH!3. I pointed out that if I were Helen Keller, I would be kind of offended by it. My friend pointed out that if I were Helen Keller, I wouldn't be able to hear it. MLIA.

Today, I went into a haunted house. They had told us earlier that one of the rules was "You can't touch them, and they can't touch you." While we were walking through, a zombie man got INCHES away from me. My first response? "CANT TOUCH THIS! NA NA NA NA NA NA NA!" That's the first time I have ever seen a zombie smile. MLIA

Yesterday, a boy in my math class who is also my neighbor, was sick, and not at school. I was assigned to give him his math homework. I did. This morning in band, he said, rather loudly, "Thanks for last night." The faces were priceless. MLIA

Today, I was walking to class when I walked passed a sign on the ground written in chalk saying "Ninja Turtles Recruitment: Hand in Resume Here" and an arrow pointed to a sewer cover on the ground. I wanted to apply. MLIA

Today, I decided that since my husband reads MLIA everyday while he's deployed overseas that I would use it to tell him some big news. So, Todd Williams, you're gonna be a Daddy. Love, Leigha. MLIA

Today, I found out that I'm gonna be a daddy by reading MLIA. I love you. Love, Todd. MLIA

Me, again;Today, my work installed fingerprint readers to clock in for work. I now feel like a secret agent, and I have never been more excited to go to work tomorrow. MLIA

Today, my Spanish teacher was taking roll. To be funny he put "mister" or "master" in front of our names. This pattern stopped when he accidentally called guy with the last name of Bates "Master Bates." I love Spanish class. MLIA

Today, my mom got an email from my aunt that said after she took my little cousin to see Where the Wild Things Are my cousin turned to her and said very seriously, "Mommy, I want to be a horny beast for halloween." My brother didnt know why we were laughing so hard. MLIA

Today, my best friend (I'm a girl and he's a guy) informed me that the reason we are friends is because when we were in kindergarten, he saw me somersault behind three pillars and into the bathroom at my school very quickly. He was convinced I was a ninja going to fulfill my duties. I think I'm going to marry this guy. MLIA.

Today on campus I saw a person dressed as scissors, a rock, and paper. The person dressed as the rock proceeded to run across the field and tackle the scissors. It was the most epic game of rock, paper, scissors I have ever seen. MLIA

Today, my english teacher realized that he can turn the light projector used for presentations around the room. He spent the rest of the period blinding anyone who got a question wrong. MLIA.

Today, I was in my first period math class. My phone started ringing and my teacher asked me who it was. When I told him it was my friend he said me "Doesn't you're friend know that you're in class right now?" I said "Yes, but he's just trying to get me in trouble." My teacher looked at me and asked "Wanna get him back?" He told me to give him my friend's number and he proceeded to write it on the board. Then he assigned everyone a period and time to call my friend. I don't think my friend will be calling me when I'm in class anymore. MLIA

Today, I went outside to get the newspaper while wearing my leopard print snuggie. At the same time, my 20 year-old neighbor walked out to get something from his car. He was wearing a zebra print snuggie. I have the best neighbors. MLIA

Today, my 10 year old daughter had an earache and wanted a painkiller. She tried in vain to take the lid off the bottle. Seeing her frustration, my wife explained it was a childproof cap and she'd have to open it for her. Eyes wide with wonder, the little girl asked: "How does it know it's me?" I hope my daughter is book smart. MLIA

Butterfly

Curl your upper lip up and let me look around

Ride your tongue along your bottom lip and bite down

And bend your back and ask those hips if I can touch

Cause they're the perfect jumping off point

Getting closer to your butterfly

Mr. AZ

My mom wants me to get braces, but Doctor Hunter said I didn't need them. In your face!

I'm so happy. I really didn't want braces. Not that they aren't cool or anything, just not something I really want. Although, if I did get some, I know what colors I'd get! Black and green. I would be pretty beastin'.

Anywows, truthboxes.. wow. I have gotten a lot lately. Carlos isn't too happy about them, and well, I don't blame him.

He says he will beat them up, but I won't let him. He knows the rules; no fighting.

Well I don't really have much to talk about tonight.. I keep getting side tracked.

I listened to a lot of Maroon 5 and Jason Mraz today. Carlos and I don't have the same taste in music. It's kinda sad, but we can't have everything in common. That would get boring fast haha.

Well, bye kidddies (;

Favorite and Dentist

Me:
my mom just called me boobie girl. wtf

Ian:
i think thats a really cool nickname.
can i call you that?

I spent the night with G last night. It was a lot of fun. We watched 300, epic, and then talked a lot. Me and her could talk for hours. In fact, we did. We were up pretty late just talking and laughing our butts off. We talked about people in our class, and just drama at school. It was fun.

Once we woke up this morning I had to call my mom to get picked up right away. I had a dentist appointment.

So we go to this dentist appointment and it's my turn to go in there right away. I follow the lady to the back of the room and my palms start to sweat. I hate the dentist. I always have and I always will, more than likely. I always get nervous when I go.

So, I'm back there and shes working on my teeth, it's just a clean up I get twice a year. So while I'm laying there, both her hands in my mouth, she asks me questions. Why do dentists insits on asking questions while they are working on me? And it's not like they are easy 'yes' and 'no' questions. They are questions I actually need to talk to answer.

"So, what grade are you in now?" she asked me.

I think for a second, what am I supposed to do? I can't say tenth grade when she is working on me, so I wait.

"Hm?" she asked again.

I look at her, seriously? "Tenth," I try to say but fail horribly.

"Oh!" she removes her hands, "What was that, sweetie?"

"Tenth." I say more clearly.

This went on and on, each question requiring more than a grunt :

Well, other than that my day was pretty good.

I cleaned my room today, and it took about on hour. I organized all my cothes, and I'm getting rid of a lot of them. I have noticed that most of the only shirts that I have left are graphic tees!

Well, today my mom was pretty freaking funny.

We were talking about favorites, and I think my sister is her favorite by faarr!

"Why?!" she asked harshly.

"Because! You always want to hang out with Marie. You are always calling Marie. You are always shopping for Marie. Marie, Marie, Marie!" I said while laughing.

She shook her head, "No! I don't have a favorite."

"Mom, when we go shopping, just the two of us, you always ask if Marie would like this dress or this shirt. You make me try stuff on to see if it would fit Marie properly." By the way, I don't see how me trying on clothes will help her see how it will fit on Marie. Marie and I have totally different body shapes. For instance, she is tall. I'm not. I have boobs, she doesn't.

Anyways, she still hasn't confesed to Marie being her favorite, but I know.

Atleast I'm my dad's favorite (;

(My parents don't really have favorite, we know this. But I do. My favorite is Carlos (; )

Today

Was really boring. Didn't talk to Carlos much, so that was a bit depressing.
I got some new pjs. They have white cats on them with pink bows. I feel like a little kid. I'm so wearing these when I go to Gabby's house! I have a feeling that she will be very jealous.

Well today I slept a lot. Being sick makes me very lazy and sleepy. I took a very long nap so that means I'll be up fairly late. Doesn't exactly matter becaue I'm on Fall Break!


Funny think my mom said today;
She walks in, "Where have you been?" I asked while examining the bag she held in her hands.
"Mexican bakery." she stated.
"Mexican bakery?" I asked with a laugh.
She nodded, "Mhm."
"Why not the American bakery?" I joked.
"...I don't think we have those anymore." her face serious.

We live in lil Mexico, for sure.

Radio Radio

"I can't believe the radio is playing this song.."

"Oh my god! Are you serious?! I knew this band and now everyone loves them!"

"I knew them before they were popular."

I'm done with getting upset about my 'little known' bands getting discovered. I mean, yeah it's nice knowing these people before they are all nice and popular, but I think that we should be happy for them. Happy that their songs are being liked by people all over. That their talent is being recognized. Their whole goal is to make music and for people to hear it.

I don't get why we get upset when others start to listen to them. It's helping their career!

This was just a random thought while I was listening to the radio. I'm going to stop getting mad at these radio stations for playing these bands, but applaud them. You obviously have good taste in music too!

My cats

My cats are the most loving cats you'll ever meet. They are such sweethearts. Sometimes they can get annoying, but I think it's just because we can't take this much love. These cats always make me happy, no matter how much they annoy me.

Taz, my favorite, is with me right now while I write this blog. He is the softest cat, ever. He is so cute and sweet too! Whenever I'm on the computer he will sit in my lap and then lay his head on my hands. His head his kinda bobs up and down as I type. It's cute. He always wants to be pet and loved on. He will rub his head on yor legs as you walk, and you'll more than likely trip. It will annoy you but will also put a huge smile on your face. Taz is always so happy. You just look at him and he starts purring.
Taz has two brothers and three sisters. Mara, one of my bestfriends, has one of his sisters. Her name is Duck.
Duck is the most spastic cat. She is dumb. She eats human food. Mara and I think that she is really a dog at heart.
She is also one of my other favorite cats, eventhough she isn't really my cat anymore. Duck runs into walls and sleeps under lights. She is so cute. She looks exactly like Taz but smaller. She was like the runt of the litter. Her and Mara clicked fast. They are just alike (:

School.

I like when we don't do anything in class.
It's really fun (:

Hmm

I love Carlos, a lot.
(;

Twilight

The classic love story. The perfect, yet so totally misunderstood, boy falls for the sweet innocent girl. She loves him too, and it's all basically perfect for them. Besides the few mishaps that happen along the way, that is. But even then, everything works out in the end.



In Twilight, Edward is a vampire that is in love with Bella, a normal human. Now, in the first book another vampire that's obsessed with the hunt tracks Bella. Edward and his 'family' all help out, and of course it all works out.



This basically happens again over in the second, third, and fourth book. Don't get me wrong, I loved the books, but why do people always write like this? Write so that there's a happy ending? Everyone knows that in the end our lives won't end up like that. This isn't a fairy tale, and I don't know why people always try to trick us into thinking otherwise.



In real life, stuff like this doesn't happen. You more than likely won't find the love of your life your junior year of high school. You won't have this amazing boyfriend that won't screw up. Things will happen, and you more than likely won't have some miraculous solution to the problem. That's just how life is. Tough, I know.



Anyways, the whole point I was even writing this blog was to make a little fun of those Twi-hards, people who are overly in love with Twilight.

In the book, Bella is Edward's 'singer'. It means that her blood smells extra good to him. It sings to him, if you will. Now, Marie and I were talking one day about what a vampire would think what we would smell like, stupid I know. Anyways, so we go to thinking..


We were going to write a book about how to make yor blood smell better. How to become Edward's singer, every girl wouldn't mind if Edward took a little sip of their blood.
So we got to talking and decided that we were going to make it all up. Tell these girls reading the book to eat the nastiest foods. To do the most ridiculious things, just so their blood would smell better. HAH!
We were going to become millionairs because I know for a fact that girls all over the United States would be eating this crap up! Pun intended (:

Oh my

Today was a fairly good day. Nothing went wrong, but nothing went amazing.
My friend, Sam, is in the hospital again.
Lee made me laugh a lot today.

"Ms. Marcia wants to see you and Jamie later." Lee said to Jamie and I.
"Ms. Marcia?" I asked.
"Yeah, the one that dances and stuff." he replied.
"Are you sure?" I asked. Ms.Marcia wouldn't usually have a need to talk to me.
"No Melissa, I'm lying to you." his face serious.
I start to laugh, "Well-" he cuts me off.
"No, I just decided 'hey lets lie to Melissa! Hm, but what should I say?'" he started laughing too.
" 'Hm, lets see. Lets just pull it outta my ass! Lie to her about Ms.Marcia, yeah sounds like a winner!' "


Hahaha ohh man.
I was rolling.

Rain Rain..

Rain Rain Go Away. Come Again Another Day.

Today is Sunday. It rained.

Nothing special.

We went out to eat after church, and my dad wasn't acting very Christian like.

He got really upset with the waitors D;

It's October.

"Look for the girl with the broken smile, and ask her if she wants to stay awhile. And she will be loved."

I love Maroon 5

It has been awhile since I have posted. That whole 'I'm going to post everyday!' thing didn't last long, go figure.

I think I have a problem. I can't commit to anything. Well, I can, but I always think about quiting or somehting like that. I can't write in a blog once a day. I can't watch a full movie without getting bored. I don't like to listen to songs all the way through, usually. I get bored of txting people and just stop. I usually don't stick to the outfit I pick out the day before. I almost quit tennis. I gave up the violin for a year. I started writing a book, stopped. Tried it again, got bored. Once, I tried to curl my hair, I gave up half way through it.

I'm sure you get the jist of things by now. Before you know it, I won't even get on blogspot anymore. I actually had to write it down on my hand the night before just to remeber that I needed to post something!

Well anyways, the last couple days have been the bee's knees, well not really. Nothing all too exciting.

I've been on youtube a lot lately. Found this dude Tommy Knox.

Check him out. His singing is great, and his covers are pretty orginal.

Random Fact;

I like dreadlocks. They are really cool (:

9.27.09

I suck at life.

That is all.

today

Today;

Was a pretty good day. I talked to Carlos basically all day today, and I loved it. He always makes me smile.

So, we were on Yahoo and we decided to watch Korean movies all day today, thank goodness for subtitles.

Anyways, we watched My Sassy Girl and Windstruck. If you ever watch these, watch Windstruck first then My Sassy Girl. I think Windstruck is like the prequel, and I'm pretty sure that I spelled that wrong.

Anyways, good movies. Windstruck made me cry. Wasn't diggin that, but what can ya do?

Oh, another note;

This is Why I Love Carlos:

carlos: shows who's the boss

muhlayy: yeah i know [:

muhlayy: i wear the pants

carlos: hahhaha

carlos: and what do i wear?

muhlayy: uhm..

muhlayy: pants, but they arent Boss Pants like mien

carlos: hahhaha

muhlayy: its funny cause its true

carlos: i've got the Hugo Boss brand pants , doesn't make me the boss

muhlayy: uh nomuhlayy: i have the Real Deal Boss Pants

muhlayy: and thats whats up

muhlayy: i win

Yeah, we pwn.

day 19, 20, and 21

I suck at writing blogs everyday.
Too much stuff going, and just not enough hours in the day.

As you can tell, I'm a weak person and I'd rather spend my time talking to Carlos then writing this pointless blog. So, I won't write every day.
Every couple days.
This is just a notice to those of you who actually read it (:
Kthanks

8teen BRUH

Today was 80s day, and let me tell you, I beasted that sh*t.

Nothing all that special today either.

First; Volleyball. Again.

Second; Quiz that I totally forgot about. Good thing I'm a beast and totally passed.

Third; Pretty fun. Watched a movie then had a test over it. Pretty sure I failed that one though, but who cares? Also, Mario and I were obviously drunk. 'Ballchinagin!'

Fourth; Notes. LOTS AND LOTS OF NOTES. On Buddhism and Hinduism. Some very confusing religions, might I add.

Sorry all my blogs have been nothing but boring lately.

Just seem that I can't find time to write them, and I just can't seem to put into words my whole day anymore.

"Love it like oxygen. All you need is love."

-Moulin Rouge<3

seventeenth day

Today was a pretty good day.
I was cramping pretty bad, but still a pretty good day.
Nothing special to talk about though :/
I don't have any stories soo.. boring blog.
:

Can't wait till tomorrow though. It's 80s day and I'm going all out.
Big hair and big sweaters! That's what's up bruh (:

day sixteen!

I started my period today, bite me.

School was really boring. First period I stood around with Sam, Kaylen, and Carly. Sam hit me in the back of my head with a soccer ball, and then I was attacked by frisbees. Round objects like me a lot.

Second period was boring. Very boring. I hated it, and I wish that I wasn't taking Laitn. That random guy that was repeating the teacher the other day sat next to me and talked about weed. I was asked him "Do I really look like the kind of person that does that kind of stuff?"

He looked me up and down, "Nah bruh, but you never know." he replied with a wink.

I stared at him for a second, "You remind me too much of Mara's almost step-brother." I replied. Then I turned around and tried to ignore him the rest of the period. Yeah, lame.

Third period was art. Did book work then played kemps. Ruth and I beasted it, like always. ASIAN POOWEERRR.

Fourth we took notes on this Buddist movie.

After school, Nancy came over! We went to the thrift store to go buy clothes for 80's day at our school, and let me tell you.. we look rather rad in our outfits.

I'm so excited! Teased hair and tights. Big sweaters and funky colors. Good day (:

Anyways, that's all for tonight. Sorry, don't really feel like writing a lot.

Periods always put me in a lazy kind of mood.

5teen

I SAW 9 TODAY

And it made me very upset.

I won't tell you why because you might go see it and I'll ruin it for you.

I don't want to do that :

Anways, today was church. Nikki and I sat in the balcony today. Nothing special. We drew pictures of eachother. It was pretty funny because she made me have a huge nose, and I made her look French. You're jealous, understandable.

After church we asked if we could go to the movies, my mom said no. She had 'errands' to run. I didn't understand why we still couldn't go. She isn't the only one in the house that can drive. It was whatever though. We dropped the subject.

Then we went out to eat, and afterwards I tried again.

"So can we go to the movies?" I slightly begged.

She shook her head slowly, "No I don't think so.."

I looked at Nikki, of course. "Okay." I muttered while looking out the window.

Then my mom yawned, "I don't think I'm going to run those errands today. I might do them tomorrow."

I looked at Nikki and then my dad, was she really saying this? Right after she told us that we can't go the movies she says that she isn't going to do those errands. What is her deal?! She can't make up her mind. She's a pin-ball, that's what my dad called her.

I gave her a 'are you serious' look, "So, you aren't going out?" I asked her.

She shook her head, "Yeah." she replied.

"So we can go to the movies?" I tried again.

She sighed, "Nooo, I don't think so." she turned to look at my dad. It was like she was saying 'back me up or you're sleeping on the couch'.

He looked at us through the rear view mirror, laughing slightly.

Pin-Ball wasn't going to let us go, and it was final.

Nikki and I surrendered silently, but we knew it wasn't over.

Once we got home, Nikki and I began to talk.

"I bet right when I get out of this dress and comfy in my bed she will pop her little Asian head in and say 'want to go to the movies?' " I said while changing out of my church dress.

Nikki laughed, "Oh I know. She does that all the time." she sat on my bed.

"Yeah!" I spat.

"Like that one time when we wanted to go to the movies," she paused, "and I bet she will come right when they stop selling matinees."

I nodded my agreement and sat down on my bed beside her.

We slowly began to drift to sleep, and right when I was falling asleep my mom waltzs in...

"Do yall still want to go to the movies?" she asks.

I sit up slowly and look at Nikki, "Yeah. Sure." I state clearly. I give Nikki a look of knowing.

Called it.

I guess you could call that the Daily Mom Story.

No person of the day. I'm done with that.

14

I missed a day. I'm sorry.
I know no one reads these anyway, so I don't know why I'm apologizing, more like who.
Anyways, Saturday was a pretty good day.
Nikki came over. Nothing really special. Went to the zoo and chilled.

Everyone in my family basically ignored me. I'm unloved.
Well, my dad loves me. That's it.

Anyways, short post because this was technically yesterday.

thirteen

Good day.
Nothing to talk about.
Won the football game.
The End.


Sorrry it's so short. I forgot to write today!

day:ten plus two

"Imma cut chu!"

- Nancy

She is one of the funniest girls I know.

My day was pretty good. Wellness was boring. Volleyball again. I wish that we would stop playing this stupid game. It's been a month and then some and we are still playing this game. Can't we move on? A new sport? Anything. I'd rather do book work than this.

Latin was great. Marshall is now my new best friend. He is the biggest suck up in the world to Mrs. K. After our test she asked us all to write her a short note on the back of the paper, telling her what we like about the class and stuff like that. His took up the whole back and all he talked about was how great of a teacher she was. That's why he has a freaking 100 in that class. He will have to show me his ways then.

Another reason why Marshall is my best friend is the stupid stuff he says, and how easily he sets himself up...

Marshall gives me a mean look, " You're just like Sherod. Always putting things in my mouth."

I give him a evil grin, "Oh I bet Sherod is always putting stuff in your mouth." I give him a suggestive smile.

He doesn't get it at first, his face blank, but then soon realizes what I mean. "Oh man!" he gives me another mean look.

What can i say, Latin class is very entertaining.

We also have this boy in there that, obviously, likes to copy every other word the teacher says.

"...English.." Mrs.K is talking, and you can hear this boy, Kevin, talking softly.

He is gradually getting louder, more confident. He is repeating everything Mrs.K says. "Engish... Declensions... Latin..."

Marshall and I give him strange looks, what is his deal? We laugh at him and at the fact that Mrs.K is getting annoyed.

Latin est magnus (:

My other classes were very bland in comparison. Nothing special to talk about really.

Person of the Day;

NANCY; She is one of the happiest people you will ever meet. She is always smiling and she can usually put me in a better mood. She is so optimistic and tries to see the good in things. She is really loud, but not in an obnoxious way. She gets along with most people, and she is just a good person in general. She can hardly be mean without an 'I'm sorry' right after it. She is an all around good person, and I love her to death. I'm glad that me and her are friends. She's my main chick, yo. I love you Nancybean <3