I was reading a really boring book today. I haven’t read a book (other than for school) in a really long time. Is it a coincidence that the first book I pick to read is too boring to complete? Have I lost my ability to read? It’s a possibility.

I think I’m kind of crazy. I paid $500 (that I made working last summer) to apply for an exchange trip to Ghana. I’m trying to read a lot about Ghana to make myself more interested in it. But I’d much rather be going to Europe, Asia, or college :P.

Since it’s my only option for getting out of the rest of the school year, I’ll take it. But if I don’t get accepted, I wouldn’t be too upest. And then I could just apply to go to Hong Kong for next year. That would be good because I’d come back fluent in Cantonese. And that’s good.

That’s good because I could either shock or impress her family. I’m not sure which.

marching band: 5th place in Pennsylvania [out of ten].

cross-country: assuming we got first [i haven’t really been following the results ever since i’ve been exiled from the team].

grade reports are in: please see the “about lizzie.” page.

this saturday i could be enjoying a nice rally in d.c. on account of the national stand conference i could be attending. can’t say i know for sure, since i haven’t paid the money yet. for serious, i really didn’t work six days a week last summer to lose all my money like this.

btw, i love the awful syntax in this post. good luck understanding it. ftwftwftwftw

So, my mom said that if I have anything so say to her: Email it. Because apparently she doesn’t have time to listen. I spent two hours last night typing this out for her:

It’s really insulting when you question what I say and do.
-After you’ve been invited to apply, the National Honors Society doesn’t look at your grades or GPA. They assess you based on character, service, leadership, and commitment to extracurriculars. Don’t be so sure it wasn’t my character that ruined my chances of getting into the most well respected high school society. The funny thing is, it’s not that prestigious. People like Chels were complaining that it was far too easy to get accepted into. Afterall, people like Kenna and Meg were accepted, and they don’t do much at all.
 If you call the school they are just going to tell you to try again next year. Don’t accept that as an answer. I want to know what I can do to guarentee entrance next year. The selection process begins as Mr. J (principal of the school) picks a bunch of teachers to assess the students’ applications. I heard that Mr. B was one of the teachers selected (I don’t know who he is. I never had him as a teacher and he doesn’t know me).
 I would expect it to be impressive to see that I can do both XC and MB. I also had a lot of community service listed. I don’t have many awards won and I don’t have many leadership roles. On the back of the application sheet I explained that I am a self proclaimed leader of the Pit, as I help the auxilary members practice. I also said that I am a leader on the JV because I never leave a freshman behind, and I am often left as the only upper classman guiding a group of lost freshman back to the school during practice. But I’m sure it doesn’t matter how I help other people, because I’m not an accomplished runner and I don’t have an official leadership position.

-When I say that I’m reading a book, I’ve read the book. Every mother I know thinks the sun shines from her daughter’s ass, but you think I’m from Satan or something. 
 My friend complained all day today that Mrs. M (her foster mother) threatened to kick her out of her home because Chels (her foster sister) said she wasn’t being nice. Chels complained to her mother that my friend didn’t invite her to the movies with her and her boyfriend. Chels’s mother had an argument with my friend about not leaving Chels out of things. And it was a date! Why would Chels want to go on a date with my friend and her boyfriend?!
That same friend told Chels’s mother that she didn’t get into NHS (just for personal reasons I won’t get into. She actually DID get into it). And Mrs. M was outraged and picked up the phone immediatley to call the school and find out why…and my friend is not even her daughter.

-I worked away my entire summer, by myself, and allowed myself to be demeaned by my bosses, just to lose all my money to pay off book debts, buy my own food, and pay you fees that are more costly than a taxi would charge to drive me to school. If I didn’t get a job, would I be losing this much money? You can’t charge me what I don’t have. Consider my bank account nonexistant because it isn’t yours to consider for withdrawal. The money there is going towards something important. I might be the only person I know that doesn’t just blow all my money on luxuries.

-Everyone who has ever had Mr. C as a math teacher says that he’s a jerk (but they generally use stronger language). I recently found out that you must rub your homework in his face in order to have it counted. It’s too late now.
 He has a obsession with school sports and is a compulsive liar. Anyone could back that up. He gave me homework passes and then took them away, then denied it. He says “STFU” a lot. I’ve done all of my homework and somehow he fails to see it. He purposely makes his directions confusing and then laughs at the students, for example: he randomly started using greek letters to go over homework answers and then refused to repeat what he said after nobody understood what he was doing. He only checks the homework once a week, but I end up throwing it in the class bin everyday to make sure it’s been accounted for. Maybe he takes off points for that?
 On the first day, he recorded that I graded myself a 60% on my homework, which was completely false. Since then I haven’t been returning my progres reports for his class, because they have all been in someway false. I give up on my progress report strike because PRs count as homework grades and I’ve got a 49% in that, AKA a failing grade. If you could get my points back for the missed progress reports, that would be appreciated.

-November 1st: Pennsylvania Marching Band Finals ($110)
-November 6th: STAND National Conference in DC ($250)
-January 20th: Professional Head Shot Photoshoot with Sara ($550)
-April 24th: Exchange trip to Germany ($1,200)
-Junior Prom $70
-Driving Permit Test $35
-November’s Thanksgiving Weekend: Driving Academy
-Psychiatrist $100 per session without insurance

It’s a sad day when you no longer need your laptop because your new cellphone replaces all it’s capabilities.

“You’ve got a updated laptop, new phone, fancy headphones, and the current iPod classic. What DON’T you have?” asked her mother.

“Friends,” said the girl. She spent all day calling everyone she knew on her new cell phone but nobody wanted to see her.

And besides, it’s not like I just got all this junk for free. I worked all summer, sabotaging my social life, to make enough money to buy all these electronics.

Dear English teacher, my essay on how media is the death of society is going to be late. I’m too depressed to write. Because the media stole my friends sole.

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I’m going to complain right now, that people don’t give me enough attention.

I have to completely “lose it” to get any attention. And for what?!

What does anyone need attention for?

I’ll tell you what. I want attention so I can feel special.

I don’t spend all my money on expensive things just to be ignored. Look at my expensive things!! Adore it!

I work way too hard. Good thing I am going on vacation…TO BAND CAMP!

Enjoy these photos of me and my new headphones.

If this doesn’t get me comments, I don’t know what will. Actually– I have a few more ideas.

I was at running camp last week.

I almost died because I caught I fever on Tuesday and I ran with it until it was gone on Thurseday.

I might quit my job this week. But the people were so excited to see me today that it will break my heart to do it. Even though I hate working there.

I have so much AP homework. I am going to cry. And slack off lots more. =P

What is the best cellphone plan? I am accepting suggestions. I want to pay like $20 a month. Is that unreasonable? I want free texting, free calls after 9, and free calls to people on the same plan.

I’m needy like that.

Some weird old lady said it was because I am a lefty that the world is so unfair.

She ordered fried fish.

Things never go my way.

I wish they would.

I can list things that have gone right for people I know well, and hasn’t gone right for me. Some people have it all.

I don’t understand.

The world has it out for me.

Just waiting until I give up.

Uh…ok world, you win. Now, everybody leave me alone.

Except commentors, you all can stay. I love me some comments ^_^.

Since I last posted, my life is probably the weirdest it has ever been, for me.

I’ve been hanging out with pot-heads lately. And thats weird because I don’t normally do that. And the only reason why I am allowing myself to categorize them like that is because they said it themselves: “Do you mind that we smoke pot? We are all a bunch of pot-heads in our house”.

Two of them are lesbian lovers. One of them is a boy that goes to my school. Funny thing is that I never noticed him there. He is 18 and he’s recently been promoted from the 10th grade. Which was my grade, but I’ve only just turned 16.

The lesbians have a litter of kittens and they are wicked cute. If you haven’t held five day old kittens, you should definitely try it.

Yesterday I had a strong urge to be charitable. Have you ever seen those cardboard quarter holders that donate to child Leukemia? Well there were only like eleven spaces left for quarters so I spent all of my day’s tips in there and finished it up. How many people do you know who can say they’ve finished one of those donation quarter things? Well I did. And I probably cured cancer. You can all thank me now.

Maybe people don’t read this because I write way too much. People’s attention span can’t be expected to last long enough to read like 1000 words.

Last night I watched both Superbad and Knocked Up for the first time (back to back). Why does noone understand how hard it was for me to sleep last night?

Work tomarrow. Someone stole my Dunkin Donuts application. I’m gonna have to get a new one. I have a doctor’s appointment tomarrow for a physical at 2pm. I have to tell my bosses that I have to leave three hours early. I’m debating using an online translator to get the message across–”english to greek”.

I went on a seven mile run today. Coach gave us piggy banks and said to put in a quarter for every good run. I put in a silver dollar. Whoever has the most money at the end of the summer wins something.

I want to see someone. One someone. Not just someone. Someone specific.