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OMG! I'm a horrible person-I just talked to my dad using text slang! What will I ever do with myself????

Pathetic Names

How about this one?

FAIRIES IN FAIRYLAND

You couldn't have been a little more creative? Not even a little? 

Wake me up I'm dreaming

Why does everything feel so much better when you're dreaming? Usually, in my dreams, I fantisize myself winning many Oscars and Emmys-and of course getting mobbed by many fan clubs. Why oh why do dreams have to taunt us so much? Why can't we sleep away all our problems? Sometimes, I'd rather have a horrible and scary dream than one where I get lost and wrapped up in amazingness. Dreams are very frightening things-in more than one way. But a better question is: Why and how do we think these things? That's what I'd like to know!  

What it's like to be a pirate

Peter looked that way and saw a huge man-more a horse than a man-who hadn't been there a minute before. His enormous black-booted feet were braced on the deck. His right hand held a long, coiled whip.

I wonder what he...

It happened in a second, at most two. A sailor bolted for the gangplank, his bare feet slapping wood. He had taken perhaps three long strides when the whip cracked-it moved much too fast for Peter to see it-and wrapped itself around the man's ankle like a snake. The sailor crashed to the deck as the giant jerked the whip back, dragging the man effortlessly, as if he were no more than a dead cat, to the feet of the scowling Slank.


 Slank glared around the deck."Anybody else having thoughts about leaving?"


No getting off the ship now, Peter thought.

-Peter and the Starcatchers

Painful.

Why Junior Sizes are annoying

On Monday, I went shopping with my mother for a dress to wear at Thanksgiving. Two things first:

1. I absolutely hate shopping-despise it...avoid it at all costs!
2. Secondly, I only went because I NEEDED and wanted a dress-I wouldn't have gone otherwise. I swear!

First we went to TJ Maxx-no luck there. Then, we went to Kohl's. "Kohl's always has dresses Sweetie," my mom said to me "we'll definitely find something, I know so!" Right...sure. Kohl's didn't have any dresses at all, so that was out of the picture. We went to Macy's next. (One thing I don't like about Macy's is that it always reeks of perfume. YUCK!) Anyway, on the first floor, there wasn't any clothes except men's, so we asked the store manager about where Junior  Sizes were. "Right up on the second floor. Use the escalators-they're right over there." He pointed to his left. " 'Kay, thanks," my mom said, and we hurried up the escalator, towards the Juniors Department. "Wow," I breathed, "those dresses are SO beautiful. We'll find a dress here, right?" I asked excitedly. "You'd certainly think so, wouldn't you?" My mom said to me. But as we continued to search for dresses, what she said hit me. You'd certainly think so, wouldn''t you? But I continued to shop with her, riffling through racks and racks of dresses. Finally, I saw the perfect one. Or ones, should I say. I'm not going to go in detail, but it twirled and twisted whenever I moved-or at least, it looked like it would have. But with just my luck what happens? The dress's zipper won't go up- translation? It didn't fit! I was so upset that I started to cry. I know I was acting like a baby, but at the time, it was a total tragedy-I'm not kidding! I was weeping so loud that the store manager had to personally come up to us and ask if I was okay. Afterwards, we left the store. Later on, my mom pipes up and says "Honey, let's just go check one more place." And so I went in, knowing this wouldn't have a dress for me, either. But just as I was about to lose hope, a salesperson came up to us and gave us a purple dress in my size. I slowly and very reluctantly moved towards the fitting room. But I got a nice suprise that day. Not only did that dress fit, it twirled and twisted as well or even better than the other dress! It's color was amazing on me...the dress was in every way possible perfect! For the rest of the day, a smile remained on my face.

 It had been a great day.

Get over it

Not really nice, is it? No! It isn't, at all. Yet, that's what we say, every day, not even aware how hurtful we are being. I used to say it to people, all the time...and I bitterly regret it. I wish I could just take it back, like it was never said. Then I would have felt so much better, and I wouldn't hate myself so much. But the thing is, you can't take it back, no matter how sorry you may be. And those people who I've said these things to need to know I'm sorry-even if I can't take it back. Because now I realize how awful I was to them.
 I used to be bullied by some girls in a different town in school. They mocked me every day about the clothes I was wearing, how fat I was, how I talked, even how I walked. One day, one of the mean girls who always teased me, came up next to me, and hit me. When I said "OW!" The girl kicked me harder and walked away cursing. From that day on, I realized I had to stand up for myself, because it certainly seemed like no one else would. When recess came, I positioned myself behind a particularly bushy bush. I was always smart to wear a jacket, and bring a fleece to sit on. I also brought a book with me outside every day, to get my mind off the mean girls. But that wasn't always easy, because every day the head mean girl and her posse went searching for me on the playground where the bush I sat in to hide myself was. Needless to say, I needed to find another hiding place-one where I knew they couldn't find me. But I tried absolutely everywhere:under and in the slide, on top of the tunnel on the playground (this would have been very clever, because under the tunnel it was very muddy, which meant that the mean girls would have to risk getting their clothes caked with mud-except for the fact that the girls didn't seem to care about their clothes...no, they definitely just wanted to bully and embarrass me. But I just kept persevering-until I couldn't hold it in anymore. During a specially long recess, the girls were being really mean. So then the rest just came flooding out. "You know what, guys? GET A LIFE! All you guys care about is torturing kids til' they cry- do you even know how totally mean that is? And if you think anyone wants to be your friend, just forget it. People see how mean you are-even the teachers are noticing! Do you want your reputation to just label you as 'a bullier?' If you think that would be cool, then just know that that will follow you around forever. Good luck with that!" They all stared viciously at me, until I said "Just get over yourself!" I stalked away, fuming.
 But from then on, I realized that no matter how mean they were, I shouldn't have done it that way-I probably should just have talked to my parents about it. But the time had passed. I had made a mistake, and it was all over and done with. But now I don't say stuff like that-I'm a much nicer person, and I really believe in myself now. And I am very strong. I don't let people push me around like that anymore. Nor will I ever.

My own Glee Club

I'm weird-a nerd, geek, or should I say, 'Gleek.' I watch Glee all the time- I <3
it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!(Although I have to say I'm a little disappointed that it's only a new episode every other week. BOO!!!!!!!!!!) What I'm trying to get at here, is that I don't I just watch it, I live it, everyday. But my Glee Club is really called Small Chorus. It's for really talented singers. Our lives revolve around singing-and honestly, I don't mind. It's nice having a place to be during dumb activity period. It's also cool that I feel like I belong to something-and during Middle School that's a good thing to have. You know, a safety zone. And throughout Small Chorus as the year goes by, we all bond more and more. And while I treasure my time in regular Chorus, Small makes everything look better, be better, and feel better. WE ROCK!!!!