It's been a hard transition from middle school to high school. In middle school I got to slack a lot, since it was amazingly easy to pass eighth grade. My teachers never gave us any homework, so I got to do whatever I pleased after school. I pretty much had all A+'s.

This year I have two more classes than I used to have, and the teachers give us a lot more homework than I'm used to. So now I've got B's in most of my class (which is shockhorror to my mother) and I actually have to work. So two weeks ago my mother and I had a talk about how I needed to get my ass in gear, and I agreed. So the last two weeks I've been working on it. I really have.

But today my mother discovered that I have a zero in one of my classes, simply because my teacher hasn't put it into the gradebook. So she screams at me and gives me a huge fucking lecture. Here's the highlights.

You need to get your ass in gear!
You can make A's, you're just too fucking lazy!
I told you to get your shitty ass in GEAR!
If you want to go to fucking K-State, you need to get a scholarship!
It's not that hard!
You're fucking smart!
Your brother never had problems with so-and-so teacher!

Yadda yadda yadda.

After she chews me out she feels guilty, so she calls me back into her room to give me the same lecture, with the same words, just a little quieter.

Bitch.

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Somehow I always manage to make a fool of myself once a day in Driver's Education. My blond moments have an unfortunate knack of happening when I don't really want them to. For example, today in Driver's Education my teacher asked me a question. "Megan," he began (because, of course, Megan is my real name) "In dat pitcher down dere on the bottom, which of dem cars have the right of way? The orange one or the red one?" Unfortunately there were two pictures at the bottom of the page, and I had no idea which one he was talking about. "If dey both stopped at the exact same time, which one has the right of way?" he asked.

"The one on the right," I answered robotically. My face was flushed, I hoped no one noticed.

"Which would be...?" he continued.

I had no idea why the orange car would be stopped, it looked as if it was going on a main street and the red truck was on a side street, fully stopped. Later I noticed there was a stop sign on the other street, too, but it really blended into the background well so I didn't notice it. "The orange one." I told him, confident that because the red truck was turning, it should wait for the oncoming traffic.

"Really?" he asked, and my face turned a darker red.

"No, I mean, uh, the red truck. Because it's on the right."

Somehow these embarrassing moments always happen to me in that one class. I made a complete fool of myself.. but it was only in front of six students. So I guess I can live. I'll show them on the road that I'm not a moron.

... I'm online too much.
It's like I don't have a life.
... oh wait.
D:
I should ask Ben out.
He's adorable.
Plus not out of my league.
He's tall.
I like tall boys.
Rrrrr.
I asked my mom to get me a book on Rome or the Middle Ages or the Elizabethan Era when she went to the library... so she calls me on the phone and says, 'Well there's only two books on Rome. One was a picture book and the other [rrrrr... dunno what she said, she mumbled]. I'm on my way home.'
What. The. Heck.
Like she couldn't just get me a book about the Middle Ages or the Elizabethan Era.
Her excuse is that she thought it was for school, so I could just get it at the school library.
AS IF I HAVE TIME FOR THAT. *flail*
I don't even have time to go to my locker after school so I have to carry all of my crap home with me because otherwise my pain in the ass brother will just leave me at school instead of taking me home.
Jerk.
I want to read about Rome.
Or the Middle Ages.
Or the Elizabethan Era.
The world is unfair. I'm emo right now, even though I hate it when people complain and whine about how their life is so unfair when it's not. You have a family. You have friends. You have a place to live.
NOT UNFAIR.
Emo morons.
Flame me, I dare you, because I hate whiners!
I effing won't back down, bitches.
YES I AM PMSING THANKS FOR NOTICING
JACKASSES
MOTHER EFFERS

So this is my first journal entry that I've written on my laptop. Well, at least it's my first PUBLIC entry. ;]

My laptop is pretty old, actually, but I already love it. It's a Compaq Armada 7800. It only has a 13Mb hard drive, but that's okay. I can't run more than one program at a time anyway. ;] I tried installing AIM... big mistake. It froze up like water in the north pole. But that's alright.

I still love it, even if it is a piece of crap. I mean that in a lovingly way. Now I just need a name for him. I think it's a him. My friend named her laptop Persephone (Percy for short) and I wanna name mine.

I'm thinking about Egon or Elwood. Geeky I know. I should get back to watching a Bug's Life and eating my fluffer nutter sandwich.

Holy crap, what the fuck.

One of my friends is a freshman in high school and a couple weeks ago she was crying over the fact that the guy she likes is a senior and now that he was eighteen it would be illegal to kiss him. Whatever. Like they're going to arrest her, lulz. Anyway.

Now she's claiming that she completely loves this other guy now and he's a sophomore and blah blah blah.

What the fuck.

Even I don't fall in love that easily.

Moron.

Man, I hate to say it. But I knew it wouldn't work out.

One of my friends is in high school (she's a sophomore) and she was engaged to a college freshman. He just broke up with her because he said they were starting to just be 'friends' again because of his job and college and blah blah blah.

Told you so.

Ooooh, tomorrow's Friday. Then no more school for two days... WOO! Tomorrow's also a football scrimmage, but my friend doesn't want to go with me to it, cause she has church. She goes to church on Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, too.

Anyway, I have Honors Geometry homework tonight. That's not fun, cause I need to switch out of that class. I'm not going to do it anyway. The teacher lets us grade our own, then he just lets us tell him what we got. I could say that I got a hundred, even though I might have only gotten 21/25 right like I did last time. :P

Mmmm. I'm gonna go look up how to make bird calls with your hand on the internet.

I wish I had a button maker, so I could make a button that reads, 'I survived the first day of high school!'

But, sadly, I don't have a button maker. =(

The first day wasn't actually as bad as I had imagined it would be. All my classes are basically in one hallway - I just have to go up or down the stairs to get to the second floor classes. My locker is actually a normal locker (not like the one that I had to jerk open and bang shut in junior high) and I also have the privilege to share it with my best friend.

I have a friend in most of my classes, except for Driver's Education. That room is unbearably hot! It's in a separate building from the main high school, so I have to walk across a street to get there. Well, okay, it's not really a street. It's a road. But whatever, you know what I mean.

I have homework the first day, from my English teacher. It's cake, though, so that's alright with me.

I didn't see my brother all day, he must be in a different part of the building than me. Oh, yeah, speaking of things I DIDN'T get to do...

I didn't get to eat lunch.

At all.

As soon as I got my tray and got ready to sit down, my lunch group had to line up. I think it'll get better, though; the first day is always a mess. At least, that's what people have told me.

I survived, anyway.

WHAT. THE. FUCK.

DDDDD:

I was having a discussion with my dad about high school. He was asking something (can't remember what) and I said, 'I'm fine, dad, don't worry about me.' Which he responded to by saying, 'Well, I still worry about you.'

I asked him why, and he said because he knows I'm really intelligent and gifted (I'm in the Gifted program) and he knows I get bored with school because it's not challenging. So this has led him to believe that I will get bored with life, and then look up how to kill myself on the internet, and then do the dirty deed.

Right.

I mean - you guys know how cheerful I am. I'm crazy and insane and wild and I love life! Yet here my father is... thinking that I'm going to kill myself.

It makes me... sad. I mean, I laughed at it when he told me what he thought. But it makes me sad. It hurts my heart that he would think that I would do something like this. Family is supposed to know me the best, but here he is, thinking I'm going to do something that I would *never* do.

Makes me so sad.

I recently read one of my friends blogspot journals, and the way she writes her entries has inspired me to try mine the same way. :) It's just a test drive for myself, you don't have to read it all.

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If you were to fly across the ocean or across the world, or maybe just drive across the state, you would find a girl sitting at her computer desk. Every day she types a little bit of her soul into the internet world, and every day she gets a little bit of it back. She trades the bad parts of herself (like how she fights with her mother) and is slowly filled back up with the good things. She reads about Persian leopards, global warming, and even awesome places she hopes to visit someday.

Her parents, bless their souls, believe she is talking to her friends. However, this young girl does so much more than that. She is making herself a better person. Because of the hours she spends on the internet each day, she is slowly learning more about the world. She was sheltered (not on purpose, of course) by her own doing. She didn't discover internet until she was twelve-years-old, just about two years ago.

In those two years she has learned Internet Etiquette, what lol means, and much more. She has gained knowledge that other people are too stubborn to find because they refuse to use technology to their advantage. But she uses it to her advantage - every day.

She looks up what to do with spider bites for her friend when she got bit by a spider. The young girl writes stories back and forth on a role playing site, and has slowly been learning about grammar and spelling. Although she might not be the best writer in the world - she is learning.

Progress, that is what she is making.

The young girl (lets call her Megan) is learning about herself. While other people just start learning about themselves in their early to late twenties, this young girl is very advanced. Her emotional level is advanced for her age, as is her intellectual level. She has mapped out how she would like her life to go. She makes lists of places she would travel to, people she would like to meet, foods she would like to try.

She doesn't plan on living. She plans on *really* living.

She wants to graduate with honors, maybe valedictorian if her friend wasn't smarter than she was. After that, she wants to be accepted into a veterinary school, and then she plans to move somewhere across the country so she can start fresh. No more high school with memories of hatred and embarrassment, of love lost and love gained. Just her.

Just the world.

It seems like a big place right now, and it scares the girl a bit. But she knows that she can do anything if she wants to do it. So she has set her mind upon really living, and achieving all of the things on her life goal list.

So, without further ado... Her life goals list. Hold on for the journey, it's a rather long list of places to go, people to see, charity to benefit.

* Eat sushi with Danielle

* Go rock climbing

* Donate a thousand dollars to the ASPCA

* Write a novel

* Walk across the country

* Visit London

* Meet Rebecca

* Attend my friends weddings

* Visit a coral reef

* Pet a ray in an aquarium

* Visit the Atlanta Aquarium

* Fall in Love

* Adopt a pet

* Foster a pet

* Own my own house

* Become a mother

* Have a backyard

* Lay on the sand and drink a margarita

* Get a tattoo

The List I posted on my MySpace on April 11th, 2007:

1. Open veterinary practice
2. Scuba dive at a coral reef
3. Go to England
4. Publish a book
5. Follow the Appalachian Trail
6. Get married at Disneyland.
7. Own my own house
8. See a show on Broadway
9. Visit the museum of national history
10. Have children
11. Save an animal's life
12. Attend a pro football game
13. shop in New York City
14. Visit the Loch Ness
15. Go to a concert
16. Go to college
17. Be in that one commercial on Animal Planet
18. Walk across the United States
19. Visit Niagara Falls
20. Get a tattoo
21. Read in a coffee shop
22. Be in a movie (or just as an extra, maybe?)
23. Have one of my poems published in a Hallmark card
24. Get a nose piercing (a stud, though)
25. Walk barefoot on Waikiki Beach
26. Learn to Surf
27. Learn to play the piano
28. Drink a margarita in the sun
29. Go skiing
30. Own a hybrid/electric car
31. Meet someone famous
32. Be interviewed by someone
33. Watch the NYC X-Mas tree bit lit. In person, I mean.
34. Sing the new years song in New York
35. Move to Colorado
36. Learn another language
37. Read a book on cryptozoology
38. Eat sushi in Japan
39. Visist the Opera house in Sydney, Australia.
40. Attend a movie premiere.

I just finished having fake nail tips put onto my fingernails. I have to say - it looks nice.

Normally I'm not a girly girl, and I don't get fake nails put onto my nails. But I dunno - it's like my hormones have kicked in extra this year. I want to get my hair cut and done this year before school, I've got new clothes. Plus the nails. My face cleared up, too, and my teeth are gonna be nice and straight when I get my braces off.

This was the summer of change, I guess.

I like it. 8)

I love Jake, personally. And Edward. Because he's perfect. But I also love Jake because he's so caring and he's human and warm and I love him so much.

So I'm writing a fanfic.

I joined Neopets (again) a couple of days ago, and this n00b (well, she claims she was a newb, her account was almost as old as my oldest one) and she started asking me all of these no-brainer questions. So after putting up with her ridiculous questions, I finally blocked her.

So what does she do? She gets her friend to ask me why she blocked her.

Gaaah. I want to block her friend now. I think I just won't answer her Neomail. :P

My dad + mom went out today and bought my dad a laptop, a computer, and a iPod shuffle. D:

And they claim we don't have any money to spare. What a load of crap!

Anywayezzzz, good comes from this. I get to use my dad's old laptop. I didn't even know he had a laptop before he bought this one! XD

He said he'll probably get it set up for me sometime tonight, and I'll get a TV tray and set it up in my room. Fun fun! I'll get to doll and look at pictures of hot guys without having to worry about what my brother thinks about it! I'll get to sit on my bed and not be bothered and not have to listen to my brother yap on his vent server any more!

... even though I'll have to reinstall a lot of crap. Plus I won't have any of my msn messenger icons. =( But I'll still have this computer, so that's good. ^-^

Things to reinstall~~
1. Firefox
2. PhotoImpact
3. AIM
4. MSN
5. YIM

That's about it, really. If I want to listen to music or do other stuff, I can just come use this computer. :D

Fun fun!

Places I want to Visit:

1. Bath, England
2. London, England
3. Edinbourgh, Scotland
4. New York City, New York, USA
5. Niagara Falls
6. Washington, D.C.
7. Los Angeles, California, USA (even though I've been there before, heh)
8. Orlando, Florida, USA
9. Atlanta, Georgia, USA
10. Birmingham, England

Plus lots more. :)

This morning I woke up bright and early at seven (SEVEN. I KNOW. I usually sleep until noon!) and I found that I had started my you-know-what. Luckily it didn't get on my bed sheets or pajama bottoms at all, so that was good. So I went back to bed after doing 'stuff' (you know what I mean) so I slept until ten thirty. My mom woke me up then, so eh.

I've got cramps out the wazoo (which is weird, I rarely get them) and so now I'm all uncomfortable. D:

Sucks.

Okay, so last night I was talking about how my brother worked late so the internet stayed on until three. Well, when the internet shut off at three, my brother and I went and played some Bushido Blade. Bushido Blade is pretty much like Tekken, except you have a weapon like a katana or sword or whatever. Plus, you don't have a health meter. On Bushido Blade, if you get hit in the stomach, you pretty much die because it's set up like real life. So if you get cut in your arm, you can't use it anymore. AWESOME, I KNOW. In the first one, if you got hit in the stomach with the blunt end of a katana or sword or whatever, you threw up. Fun fun.

Anyway, I went to bed at about four am. So now I am uber-tired.

:(