I'm making my parents broke..

In the next few months, my parents are going to have to pay for driver's ed, formal, and me getting my wisdom teeth out.  And to add to the confusion of where all this money is coming from, my parents are divorced and DO NOT like talking to eachother. I'm stuck in the middle of arguments.. but what can I do about it? Nothing. It's their fault they got divorced, "It's not my fault" remember? So why make ME suffer?

:)

So this is my new baby. He's precious

i am a wonderful bestfriend

I helped my friend Bri bake cupcakes, frost them, put letters on them (until 1 am, might I add), and deliver them! All to ask her date to formal.. BEFORE I EVEN ASKED MY OWN DATE! I still have no idea how to ask him.. but oh well, he already knows he's going with me.. :)

OUCH

Today during chemistry, I burned my pinky. Not only did I burn it on a little stick that I had hardly even put in the flame, but I burned it through a glove.. It's probably the littlest burn ever, but it hurts insanely bad! Wonderful!

Henry Merle Houseman

My baby cousin. I love him already, even if I don't like his name. It's okay, he's adorable <3

2 months and 2 weeks

until formal, that's it. I need to figure out a way to ask my date, even though he already knows he's going with me. I was thinking maybe decorating the whole inside of his locker with sticky notes that say formal?, streamers, balloons and stuff like that. It would work since I know his combo already. But then I thought, since when I aid he always tells me to deliever him passes, to write a fake pass that says "formal?:)" on it.. hmm, why does the girl have to ask the guy? it's so difficult. anyone have any ideas?

i am one lucky girl!

this is from my lovely boyfriend. isn't he sweet?:)
sorry for the quality of this picture, it was taken on my phone

Depressing Day

     It's always around this time of year where I get depressed.. Seasonal depression isn't very fun. My complaint of the day today is: I'm doing absolutely nothing.
     I'm not trying out for track this year.  I was going to do swimming or diving, but I didn't.  All because my stupid shoulder injury that put me in a sling for 3 months.  I'm so paranoid that I'm going to hurt it again, and lately it's been throbbing with pain.  I can hardly wear my backpack on it anymore because it's just killing me.
     I had my heart set on making track this year (I didn't make it last year.. even though my times were better then one of the girls that made it.. don't get me started on that though..).  But then, of course, my shoulder went out.  It's so weak I know I wouldn't be able to go to conditioning even though my doctor cleared me.  I know my limits, and usually I push myself over them, but I'm unable to even make a fist with my left arm.
    The downfall of my "non-surgical treatment": NO MUSCLE REGAIN IN SHOULDER.
    I think it's going to be messed up for my whole life.  I'm so upset about it.  I know I get injured a lot, but this injury has definitly caused the most pain.. Thanks Josh for messing up my shoulder, I love you too.. cousin. :(

I'm Too Cold

I'm way to cold in this classroom to focus right now.  However, I am always cold.  No matter what I do, I'm cold. I hate the winter, because I'll be outside for .1 second and I'll be shivering.  Once I start shivering, I can't stop. I'm able to go outside during the summer in a sweatshirt and jeans and I'll be perfectly fine.  I think there is something wrong with me.. HELP.

criminal minds <3

"woah that is definitly not spiderman."
"he's not a real superhero."
"he's not? okay, I give up. who are you supposed to be?"
"I'm you, daddy!"
-It just melted my heart. I really hope my future husband is a good father

no one ever listens to me

     "BUT MOM! I don't feel good," I said clutching my stomach as hard as I could.
     "Annie, you've missed school the past two days, you have to go. I'm right in the office if you need me. It's almost the weekend. Just get through today and you'll be fine."
     I wasn't fine. At all. I was sitting quietly, emotionless in my second hour sewing class. I finished sewing my pillows early, so I had nothing else to do. And then it hit me. My mouth was watering. I swallowed hard. I felt my eyes filling with tears. I ignored that, I knew no one would care. I had to get out of that class as soon as possible to save myself from the embarassment of me throwing up in front of everyone. I made it to the bathroom, I didn't close the stall door. The only thing running through my mind was, "I hope no one walks in." I sat for a few minutes, balling my eyes out, before walking myself to the office to tell my mom.
     "WHY ARE YOU IN HERE!? Go to the nurse, not the office!" my mom shouted, making me cry even more.
     Since my mom worked at the school, I never really had to go to the nurse, I usually just went to my mom. The nurse saw the pain in my eyes, and told me to lie down. I hate the smell of the nurse. I thought I was going to puke again. The nurse asked if I wanted crackers, but I didn't even think I could keep them down. She walked to the side of my uncomfortable, therapist-like bed thing, only to poke and pry at my stomach to see where it hurt. She touched one spot at my lower left stomach. Nothing. She moved a little towards my chest. Nothing. Then she move to the right side of my stomach. She pressed, I yelled. That was the end of that experiment, she called my mom right away.
     "You need to get her to the doctor immediately, I think she has appendicitis."
      We rushed to the doctor, who saw me for a solid two minutes before saying, "I think she has appendicitis. I've never missed a case, and I don't want her to be the first."
     Off to the hospital I went. I had to get blood drawn, and again I was crying. I then had to force down liquid barium. I gagged on every sip. I got through half of what I was suppose to drink before the nurse took me back for my ct scan.
    Five minutes passed before my doctor called my mom. I could hear him talking through the phone.
    "Well, its not appendicitis. I can't even see her appendix.  She has a large ovarian cyst, about the size of a softball."
     "What about her white blood cells?"
     "We're still running blood tests, but I'm going to tell you the truth it could be cancerous."
      What would I do? Would I have chemotherepy? How would I tell my friends? Would I lose my hair? How long will it take for me to beat it? Am I going to die? All of these thoughts were racing through my head when my doctor called again.
     "Good news. Her white blood cells are fine, everything looks normal.  Well everything but that large growth. I'm going to have to see her soon so we can discus when we are going to have her surgery."
     "Surgery?"
     "If we do not take this out, it will burst and cause her even more pain. I will call you again later."
     My cyst was the largest cyst my doctor has ever seen in a girl my age and my size.  It weighed 6 pounds, and was a little larger then a softball. About a week later, I was rushed into surgery and my cyst was taken out. I even have the scars to prove it.

Narrative Story Thing..

I guess mine didn't post, and I can't find it anywhere. Just my luck. I will retype the whole.. entire.. thing later :(