Good-Bye, Friends

Well, this is the end.

I know, no v-log. But, it is such a pain in the you-know-what.

Guys, the reason I am done with this blog is I am not new to Joisey. It's my home now. I don't have anything to write about. I need a good subject, you know? It's not because I don't get enough comments or I don't have time. I just wanted comments because I like to hear from you guys.

You can check back frequently for my new blog address which I will put on the sidebar. I will DELETE the blog in mid-January.

I love you all.

The End.

Tops & Tees

Alright before I get into my tops & tees part, I'd like to share with you a story that happened today 2nd period, in gym.

Here goes:
I had chosen to play soccer over speed ball (I hate both of them). I was doing an excellent job, if I say so myself. Blocking, Goaling (if that's a word), and being aggressive.
Thinking I deserved a nice pass, I turned around only to discover that one of my team mates had kicked a ball crazy-hard and right at the direction of my face (of course it was an accident. Who would want to kick a soccer ball at my face?). Bam. I didn't know what hit me. It all went to fast. The only thing I could do was close my eyes.
After several seconds, the ball had rolled away from my tingling face. I saw people surrounding me with concerned faces. All I could do was walk towards my gym teacher in pain. I had that kind of feeling where I tried my hardest not to cry and humiliate myself even more. I knew if I moved my face in any way, I would cry. My ears teared up as I accepted my gym teacher's offer for me to go to the nurse.
I told her I wanted to go alone and went out there and took a deep breathe. I saw the water fountain standing in front of me. It was tempting. I needed water. I took a gulp or two and splashed a bit on my face. It worked after a couple of blinks. I walked back in slowly.
"I'm back, Mrs. Quinlan. I don't need to go to the nurse," i reassured her.
"Good job." She held her fist out. I lightly punched it, telling myself not to refuse. My eyes teared.
People started saying things like, "Good job, Lizzi" and "You okay?" which made the pain go away a little faster.
The guy who kicked me said, "Back from the dead?" All I coul do was nod and fake laugh.

Sorry, I needed to practice for Language Arts. But, it's a true story. haha.

Right now, I'm sitting in my disgusting but warm orange sweatshirt and thinking how terribly stupid it was to write a story about how a kid kicked a soccer ball at my face. (again, it was on accident)

I was unpacking my bag from my awesome Friday night sleepover I had with Cassidy. As I was looking through my shirt drawer, I found some tees and tops I hadn't worn for a while that were buried under all my A&F crap (not that I don't love their jeans).

So, tomorrow I'm wearing one.

Shout out to Francesca for wearing an awesome top today!

Tomorrow is my last post if no one new comments.

Snow

O.M.J. It snowed last night a bunch, so there is a thin layer of snow in our yard. It stopped snowing this morning, so there isn't a lot. But, just enough to make footprints.

I love taking my puppy out now. It gives me an excuse to go outside and it's fun to watch her eat the snow. Even though I was still in my pajamas, I decided to go outside. She would sniff the snow, and little flurries of snow would stick to her snout. She would then shake her head and lick.

The water in our wheelbarrow outside had froze solid. I decided to go inside once my bare hand had got in the snow on one of our benches.

I ran my hand under warm water waiting for some feeling. After about 30 seconds, I took it out and wiped it on a towel. I said to my dad, "Twiggy loves the snow!"

And Dad had replied, "Wait for the snow when it is four feet. It'll be fun to watch her run in that."

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We are going to New York City today. We were too busy yesterday to go. I should be getting dressed soon. Five layers at the least. ;-)


Two more posts! (read sidebar)

Ticked like a clock

I am ticked off right now, so I will not be writing very happily and all "OMJ, so today I got a SweetTart from my teacher!" I'll be more like "OMJ, my teacher is a SourTart. UGGGGHHHH!"

I almost said sh** today on accident because I was saying "shoot" but I covered my mouth which kinda squashed my 'OOOOOOO' sound and made it more of a 'short i' sound if you know what I mean. Don't try it. If you wondering how it quote, "squashed it" end quote; your hand doesn't let your mouth make an 'O' in order to say 'oooooo'

Anyway, yeah. So, yeah. Yep. Yes. Oui. I forget how to say 'yes' in Spanish. Oh yeahhhh, it's si. Si.

We are decorating the Christmas tree tonight before I go to Cassidy's. And I'm going to NYC tomorrow sometime which I don't know.

Okay, I really gotta go. I'm really in a bad mood right now.

One word: Love by Mrs.Jonas


GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Shivering when I'm burning up is not cool.

Current Events:

-I am rereading the Clique Series
-I am beyond sick (may be fever?)
-I finished my one thing of homework
-I am ignoring my dinging cell phone
-I'm terribly bored.
-I must catch up on my recordings (such as Monday's Gossip Girl)

*sniff* Excuse my constant sniffing. I have a mix of shivering in hot weather and being warm in cold weather, sniffing, blowing my nose, sneezing, waking up at night, etc.

Oh, and I made a mistake yesterday. There was 3 more posts, so now there are 2 more. Sorry for any inconvenience.


"I shot the sherrif" by Mrs.Jonas

Christmas List (in details)

Okay, besides the new MacBook...

here is my Christmas list:

-Gift Cards to my favorite stores (such as Urban Outfitters)
-Anything vintage
-Accessories and shoes (I'm a size 3,4,5, or 6... it really depends on the shoe)
-Money
-This purse:
http://www.bagladies.com.au/html/s13_shopping/view_product.asp?id=29&nav_cat_id=5&nav_top_id=
WARNING: DO NOT GET THIS FOR YOURSELF! IT IS FOR YOUR OWN GOOD. THIS ENVIRONMENTALLY-FRIENDLY BAG IS FOR ME AND ONLY ME.
-iPod Chrome
-chapstick (sounds stupid, but it would beee ssooooo helpful in this weather)
-anything related to the Jonas Brothers
-[If you can read Russian] anything from to-dress.ru (in an XS) (something like this: http://www.to-dress.ru/cgi-bin/mainpage.pl?find=&m=2&k=_&key=&lim=0&a=view&pid=18871

Thank you to Gabby for the Christmas List idea!!

Shout out to Stacey for commenting. I did promise to add two more posts if someone new commented.

Oh. My. Jonas.

So, today my bus driver called the cops and pulled over, so I was half an hour late getting home. (don't ask why he called the police, or else I ramble on and on and on!

55 minute of pure boring-ness

1st period- L.A.: okay. She announced that we would have a butt-load of homework the next few weeks (except, she didn't say 'butt-load')

2nd period- Gym: um, ew. I had to play soccer with these weirdos because "I'm on the semi-pro team" which means the non-athletic team in I'm-a-nice-gym-teacher-so-I-won't-tell-these-kids-that-they-are-horrible-at-sports language. My team was:
Spit Ball
Sweat much?
and
On A Different Planet
a.k.a.
Stephen
Phillip
Nicole

3rd period- Math: math was math. We played Jeopardy.

Lunch: had lemonade, half a bag of chips, and two cookies (take that gym teachers)

4th period- French: I embarrassed myself when I told a so-called secret whenitclearlywasn'tasecretallitwaswasagirlwasleavingat10:30, now does that sound like a secret to you?
[if you couldn't read that really fast statement I said: when it clearly wasn't a secret. All it was was a girl was leaving at 10:30]

5th period- science: lemme just say, the longest science class that has ever lived. 55 minutes of pure boring-ness.

6th period- art: fun. As always.

7th period- S.S.: We have been working on these early human interviews and it was our turn to present. I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I was never like that. I still can't figure out why the heck my hands were shaking and i could not let my eyes look at the "audience".

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