All That and a Bag of Chips

So today in my english class, I was sitting with some of my best buddies and we decided to come up with a rap song about our Hall Nazi that "roams and protects" our school hallways. It is the funniest thing. One of the girls is black, she is the heart and soul of our new rap group. The other four of us are white. I'm not trying to be racist but that's just what we are. So we made up an entire song and we have a beat, some "fly" words and some serious gangsta (haha) attitude. All four of us "white girls" are now said to be "the blackest white girls ever seen." I don't know how many of ya'll can rap but you should try it sometime. I'd put the lyrics down but i don't want anyone stealing the proof of our genius-ness. So the rest of the day, we walked around with popped collars, hoods on, and a true gangster walk. We got in trouble for having our hoods up but it was sooooooooooo much fun. Our new favorite words and/or phrases are now holla!, We so fly!, Tell it to your mama!, and word. I love being weird.

Gym Class. . .AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have gym third period this year. It just started today with the beginning of the semester. I hate it. Last year i got a b+ but i was injured for most of the class so it's understandable. This year i'm hoping to get a note from my physical therapy considering the extent of my condition. But then i have to do writing assignments. They aren't that bad though...i think i'll survive. It was so funny watching all the new little sevies' start their first gym class they have to dress out for (no offense to my seventh grade friends or anything). A lot of the little seventh graders had the look of death on their face. It's really not that bad...i'm just lazy and don't like to do anything. I will leave out all of my horror stories from the girls locker room that involve a girl who is now my ex-best friend and a cheerleader this year (gag). Don't ask about them. They are probably the worst that anyone has ever seen or heard of...maybe not. They're not THAT bad, but they ain't pretty. I do happen do have gym with some of my favorite people ever. But then again. . .there is that one kid. I'm not a big fan of him..........

Miki--nickname. . .or nightmare?

My nickname is Miki...in case you haven't noticed by now. Everytime someone calls me that, people start singing M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E MICKEY MOUSE! DONALD DUCK! MICKEY MOUSE! DONALD DUCK! or if their in a good mood, HEY MICKEY YOUR SO FINE YOUR SO FINE YOU BLOW MY MIND! HEY MICKEY! WHAT, WHAT! HEY MICKEY! you get the picture. You can just imagine how exasperating that is. I'm not a disney character. . .i may act like it sometimes, but i'm really not. I assume all you fellow junior high students that I happen to associate with on a daily basis (Jedidiah hint hint) think it's funny to watch me (the 5'1", skinny, graceful yet clumsy ballerina) get all pissed off at you. It's funner than you think. Hence, i'm not going to tell them to shut up. It'll be an interesting story to share with my grandkids. . .someday far, far away.

Writing Fanatic

Every term, my english teacher, Mrs. Barney, has each student do a writing assignment. It can be anything from starting a novel to a poem as long as we follow all the steps. This term i started a novella entitled Confessions of a Teenage Mommy. Now don't get the wrong idea. It is not about teen pregnancy. It's about a young girl who's mother died of a Glioblastoma multiforme (a brain tumor). It's not finished but the first 12 pages did receive a 210/210 on the assignment for the term. It's hanging on her "Rocking Writing Workshop" wall. Just because I love ya'll so much i'm going to include part of my story. It's the section where Lucy (the teen narrator) is finding out that her mom is going to die.

"But mom!" I cried out, chocking back tears, "What about me? Benny, Brage, Ally? What are we supposed to do?"
"I'm sorry Hun but, you're going to have to be their mom." She got up to go into the kitchen and clean her dishes. I followed her. She may have been ready to end the conversation, but I wasn't.
"The mom?! I'm only seventeen! I still have a hard time deciding what I'm going to wear in the morning, let alone how I'm going to put food on the table for three young, growing kids! How do you expect me to do that?"
She put her dishes down in the sink and slowly turned to face me, leaning back against the counter.
"I don't know." She started to cry. I caught her as she sank to the floor and held her shaking body.
"Ok, mom--we'll figure it out."
I helped her to her room where she collapsed on her bed and cried herself to sleep. I laid in bed staring into the darkness trying to wake up from this nightmare. It can't be real. I thought. But it was.

So that's that. Let me know what you think. I need positive comments so i can make the rest of my novella to a reader's satisfaction.

Serious Bizznap!

Ok, so here's the scoop. This blog is my new creative outlet. Heaven knows I can't draw, paint, sculpt, or anything else. I write. This is going to be my way to tell people exactly how I feel. I'm kind of a tecnotard so it might take me a while to get up to speed on the whole picture thing so be patient while I figure this out.