so this is a thing!

ZOMG Maria's updating.

Unfortunately she can't think of anything to say at the moment other than
a) don't go to dances unless you've got a reason better than "everybody else is going and my friends want me to!";
b) ZOMG I'm in high school now and stuff!;
c) it's bloody windy out;
d) I'm wearing my mum's glasses and they make it look like everything is slanty;
e) holy fuck those clouds are moving fast;
f) it's been my birthday (a crap birthday at that too, my friends didn't my remember and one of the three decent gifts I got I already lost, and I shouldn't have even got it as a birthday present, but my parents are fucking cheap);
g) it's fall and still 80 degrees out; and
h) our soccer team has lost all but one of our 13 or so games. and the one we didn't lose we tied, and I scored that *one* goal.

Oh yeah and my sister took the glasses away. Damn.

AND FUCKING EVERYONE IS BANGING INTO THE FUCKING LIBRARY AND MY DAD DON'T KNOW SHIT.

Gah.

And there are fucking mosquitoes everywhere because my brother had a load of rustic crazies over who apparently never learned how to close doors.

And I'm working on a lab report.

And other shit.

Bzuh, my life is so boring right now.

If anyone is actually reading this (wait. Someone's reading this?), please go look at my stuff at fictionpress. Please. Just review or add a comment somewhere so that I can see that there are actually live human beings (or other sentient beings that can read English or have some translator thing) that read this. The end.
Served at Mass today. We're having a gigantic fundraising thing ($6 million is the goal) so that we can have a renovation for the church. Gah. They're adding something between the school and church, and they're adding a fucking kitchen. A kitchen. My God (not literally). They're going to be adding a load of other stuff, most of which I can understand, but a fucking kitchen? I think not.
Went to an open house at the neighbors'. I ate chocolate-covered pretzels and watched the football game (Detroit vs. Vikings). The pretzels were very good. My sister's friend came over, except I'm not sure that my sister wants to have her over sometimes. The last time she came over, my sister's other friends (read: people who she met the day before and spontaneously decided to be friends with her and to whom she spontaneously decided to become a friend) came over, and my sister just abandoned her first friend. My sister is disgustingly social, while I am the opposite. I hate parties; she would do anything rather than sit alone in her room. I think the only reason she plays with Barbies still is that she's so desperate to have friends over (we live ten miles away from all her long-time friends (read: female --and one male-- classmates that alternate between enemies and best friends)) that she makes the Barbies her friends.
It's not all that weird, considering all the time I spend reading/writing/on the computer. That's made up for my [not exactly lack, but considerably lower number than many people of] friends. None of the kids in my neighborhood are around my age, except for one girl who is a few years younger than me and still played with dolls the last time I checked and a boy who is a year older than me and who is stealing my brother's businesses, like lawn mowing, raking, and shoveling snow (and my jobs, a bit, though since I don't help him deliver ads/flyers, I have kind of not been considered part of it since late summer).
That's my essay on friends. I am sure that you found it entirely delightful.
Adios.
Thought for the day: "I don't like lollipops." --Artemis Fowl II, from Artemis Fowl

Today, I found out that Bush won, which sucks. Therefore it's also a minus.
Then I had to rake for an hour. That sucks also. Of course, I did get to not rake for an hour. We had a leaf-jumping competition. First was me, Maria the Magnificent; then my sister, Angela the something or other; then my brother, John Paul the Pope; then me, Maria the Master of Jumps, Twists, and Turns; then my sister, Angela the something; and finally me, as Artemis Fowl. I walked to the leaves, took a tiny, abysmally small hop, and fell. Granted, Arty wouldn't be in a leaf-jumping contest in the first place, but it was amusing. My mom got the Pope and my sister's first jump on video (and we have a great hulking thing of a video recorder. You actually have to put videos in it.) My brother and I took turns being announcers, judges, and other people. It was really amusing. We decided on outrageous point stuff (like if you had leaves in your hair, you got extra points), and we decided one of our judges was a drunk idiot, and we escorted the judge from the field. My brother did a great job as the Pope, and my sister's second jump was really amusing. First, we had a (staged) controversy over whether or not she went out of bounds, and then she went crazy and sat on me. I had to call security. My voice still hurts from being the announcer. So in the activity of leaf raking, a plus and a minus.
Nobody stole my books today. That's a plus.
Tomorrow I need to go in early to finish my lit test. That's a minus.
I finished translating the eighth paragraph of Eragon. A plus.
I remembered my piano stuff (which I haven't remembered for the first months of school). A plus.
I've got a rough draft to finish. A minus.
I need to finish my math, and we have a math test tomorrow. A minus.
I feel cold and sick and hungry, though that might be because a) I'm wearing a t-shirt, b) I ate too much candy, or c) I'm having dinner in about 24 minutes. A minus.
We're going on a day-long field trip Friday, and we have TWO BUSSES. A plus.
Let's add up my day: Negative 1. I had a mildly bad day. Fun.
Thought for the day: If you miss coming in to finish a literature test, don't feel bad if your teacher doesn't let you come in at a different date.
Second Thought for the day: "I will take the Ring, though I do not know the way." --Frodo, The Lord of the Rings (page 264)

School today was so boring. All right, I just sounded like I go to Vis, but I don't. (Vis is short for Visitation of something, and it's a school that my friends and I consider preppy. And also bad.) We've got loads of homework this weekend. I've got to finish my hellish St. Paul project and work on another Johnny Tremain thingamabob, and then I've got something else that I forgot but that will take another hour or two.
My teachers need a break.
So bored....
This is the fourth paragraph.
This is the fifth paragraph.
This is still boring.
Basketball starts Friday, fron 7 to 8, and I'm busy then. We've got loads of Friday practices, but at least it's somewhat regular. We have practice also every Tuesday, and a tournament before Thanksgiving.
But soccer's over!
My brother, sister, and I made a Fox and Goose maze in the front yard, but a neighbor girl came over (she's about three) kinda messed it up. It was fun for a while. Also, the neigbors' dog came over. My brother and I climbed a tree. I like simple sentences.
Oh: I forgot to write this yesterday. This kid in my class shaved his head. He looks really ugly. That's not to say that he wasn't ugly before, but now he looks even uglier. Is that possible?
Thought for the day: What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?
My answer: Everything that is worth doing.
Rhetorical question, and Second Thought of the Day: What is worth doing?

I finished most of my homework (except for my gigantic religion project on Saint Paul, who I really don't care that much about anyway). I finished the first unit of Johnny Tremain, which ranks right around there with Emma as the most boring book ever. It goes way too fast. The court scene is hardly three pages, while the description of Lavinia Lyte takes up nearly a page.
My brother cannot type, so I get to type for him, even though my mom wants my brother to improve his typing skills, although she should at least see that he takes a minute to type an entire sentence. It's pretty sad how slowly he types, but at least he knows it.
School today: pointless and boring. I forgot my gym clothes again, but my pickleball partner won our game. Woot. We're undefeated. I also broke a mirror at the end of the school day, but I decided it wasn't technically "broken" and therefore I wouldn't have bad luck. It'll be really funny if I actually do get seven years of bad luck, but I don't believe it.
We're doing the distributive property in math, but since I already did the homework for the entire unit, I didn't pay much attention. I made some remark about Jesus and the Holy Trinity being schizophrenic in religion class (you know, three in one; human nature and divine nature in one person).
We also had school pics today, which I didn't smile for, so the camera guy said, "See you at retakes". Today was retakes, so I said so. I hate pictures.
Currently the CD is on Time Warp and it is a weird song, but I have no choice really, or at least my ears don't, because my legs decided they want to sit here for a while. My ears told them they'd fall asleep, and they decided to move around a bit.
My social studies/science teacher is kind of stupid: she made a packet on frog dissection, and I found ten runons on one page.
blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
Ha, I thought of something to write. The CD just changed to Love Potion # 9, my favorite song on the entire CD, which shows just how bad the entire CD is.
It just finished raining a half hour or hour ago. All right, maybe I shouldn't use the word "just", but time on the computer goes so fast. Whatever....
Thought for the day: A straight road lay westward; now it is broken.
(C) J.R.R. Tolkien

We dissected frogs today, as I'm sure you can see from the subject. It actually was fun, though some of my classmates went overboard (*cough*Mark*cough* although none of you know who Mark is), and most frogs were missing some appendage by the end of class. Ours was missing a foot. Erin's group found the frog's brain, which is smaller than yours. (Oops. I meant the frog's toes.) Mark's frog was no more than a bag of guts after he was done with it. I did not dissect; I took notes. Everyone in the class went to get a breath of fresh air now and then, but some people even needed to leave the room. I suppose it was gross. Now that I think about what I was actually doing, I feel disgusting.
I go to a private school, so we have uniforms. I wear mine all the time and hardly bother with out of uniform days. Why? It's because I'm me, I suppose. Anyway, we were out of uniform today because we were dissecting frogs. I didn't remember until I was supposed to be in the car and going to school. So I took the clothes that were intended for soccer practice and changed into those in about ten seconds. Well, maybe it was slower, but I was late anyway. At school I remembered that I had forgotten my gym clothes, so I carried a pair of shorts in and just took off my sweatshirt for gym. We were only playing pickleball, so it really didn't matter if I had worn some great big poofy gown.
I also used the clothes for soccer. We needed to do killers (which, obviously, kill), and then we played "Cabeza Manos", a Spanish variant of Head Catch. I'm not sure about the punctuation, but at least I'm using capital letters. It's a game, in case none of you ghosties or demons have played it, in which a group of people (such as a soccer team) stands in a circle, with one person (a soccer coach) in the middle. The person in the middle throws the ball to the people on the outside, saying either "Head" or "Catch". To make life interesting, the people do the exact opposite, and if you don't, you're out. We play by effort sometimes (that is, if someone doesn't quite get it but obviously tried, they stay in). One of our coaches, who is from Guatemala, came up with "Cabeza Manos" ("Head Hands") and promised chiclets for the winners (Erin, and two other people).
Then I got a Subway sandwich (or my mom got me one), six inches of which is going to be tomorrow's lunch. I love Subway, but my sister hates it.
A side note: in the previous entry, I wrote what one could call an essay on the annoyingness (?) of my sister. Please do not take this as everyday behavior, as my sister is currently in one of her nice moods, and she is soon to be bothering me by looking over my shoulder. I could always pretend to be doing homework, though.
I shall (what a silly word) write more later, not that anyone except my faithful ghosties and demons will read it.