Super concerned...

So this afternoon five kids from my school were in a really bad rollover wreck. I was friends with three of them. They are all okay now, thank God, but one of my friends was stuck in the car and had to be removed by the paramedics. All five of them had to go to the hospital, but didn't have any life threatening injuries. One of them had to stay and should be getting out tomorrow, though. But, she's gonna be okay. So that's really good and everyone here is really really glad they're okay. I guess it just goes to show that you really have to be careful when you drive.

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Happy Birthday to Me!

So today is my birthday. Fantastic. Surprisingly, there is absolutely no sarcasm there whatsoever. This has literally been the best birthday of my life. My grandparents got up early and took me to IHOP. We had a sub in my math class. Then, in creative writing, one of my friends wrote me a poem for my birthday. It was really cheesy and really cute at the same time. Easily the highlight of my day. And then, to make it better, I actually got to eat lunch today. (Usually the lines are too long and I have to wait till I go home.) My world geography teacher, usually a complete jerk and the worst kind of person, was sort of nice. And I aced my chemistry test. And then, to top it off, my mom came over and gave me flowers and balloons. They were roses, which I usually don't like, but they were beautiful and I love them because they came from her. And now the day is almost over and I'll sleep with a smile on my face. Oh,and I didn't have to deal with any of the drama with my ex. BONUS!

Note: This kind of optimism from me is rare; enjoy it while it lasts. :)

Right or wrong?

My great grandmother passed away last Tuesday night. She and my great grandfather, who passed seven years ago, owned a lot of land. When my great grandfather died, he set up all of his assets in the LLC. Their four children go to meetings and decide what to do with said assets. My dad grew up on that land and has a natural right to fish and hunt on it. Unfortunately, one of his uncles doesn't want to share the land with him. He'll lease it to friends and to my dad, but all of us here think that isn't right. Why should he have to pay for something that he has a right to? None of it makes any sense, but I can promise that we will get to the bottom of this.

Can't buy me love.

So, with Valentine's Day right around the corner (six days, seven hours, and thirty-one minutes; but who's counting) I'd like to take this opportunity to rant. This is the most bogus holiday ever. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for love (sucker for chick flicks and sappy love stories), but I don't see why we should be expected to buy nice things for that special someone. I don't understand why girls get all worked up over flowers, candy, jewelry, or other stuff like that. Personally, I think that Valentine's Day should be all about spending time with someone; not fretting over the "perfect gift" or pitying people who don't have a valentine. Year after year I see broken hearted girls and guys walk around with no one to share the day with. I've been one of those people. But, you know, it doesn't have to be like that. We can all be happy on Febuary 14, with or without a valentine.
So, this Valentine's Day, I challenge you to be as happy as you can. If you have a valentine, just enjoy spending time with each other and stop worrying about all pressures that come with the day. If you don't, then do something fun for yourself! Go out with other single friends, have a relaxing day to yourself, or spend time with the family.
Remember, Valentine's Day wasn't made to celebrate a naked baby who shoots people with arrows or heart shaped cards and candy and flowers. It was made to celebrate St. Valentine, who's name may or may not represent more than one of the martyred saints of ancient Rome. Just remember that if the holiday's got you down. <3 :)

Thinking..

I've been thinking a lot. A LOT. First, a little about me. I lived in Florida until third grade. Then, I moved here. Okay, now...back to thinking. I hate to think. I don't mean "think" like use my brain, but think about stuff like Florida or my father. Don't get me wrong, my dad's okay and I miss Florida like crazy. But, they both make me sad.
Now, you might be wondering why those things would make me sad. Well, Florida makes me sad because things were so easy back then. Wake up at 6, wake Daddy up, shower, wake Daddy up, get dressed and braid my hair, get breakfast, wake Daddy up, then go to school. I'd go to school and talk to friends. Then, I'd go to my after-school program and play with my best friend until Daddy picked me up. Then, we'd go home, each to our own room. That was how every day went. I miss that. I miss knowing my father, seeing him every day. Now, I'm lucky to even talk to him once a month.
Frankly, though, he terrifies me. Which makes me glad I don't live with him. He can get so angry sometimes. He turns bright right and just explodes. I swear the house shakes. It's not like he'd ever hit us, but sometimes I think that might be more bearable than his words.
Another reason I don't like to think about him and Florida is the women. It seems like every night that wasn't a school night he had a different woman over. I'd wake up, try to say good morning, and see something no 5, 6, or 7 year old should. Then, I'd slip out the door and play with my friends. I hated every one of those women, except for one. She had a daughter. One night, while she was with Daddy, her daughter and I stayed up all night playing video games, the t.v. loud enough to drown out all other sound. After a week or two, that one was gone and another was in her place
Last year, I learned things about him. Things he did. Things he still does. Things no little girl should ever have to grow up around. I can never look at him the same.

Compasses

So, I will admit that I have a slight obsession with compasses. I draw them everywhere. In binders, on scraps of paper, in the margins of my notes, on my shoes; everywhere you look, you can find a compass. I suppose it all started with a book. Titled North of Beautiful, it immediately sparked my interest. It's about a girl with an abusive father and a port-wine stain. A port-wine stain is like a birthmark (sort of). Hers is on her cheek and she hides it beneath layers of make-up, casting it off as an ugly imperfection. Throughout the course of the book, she journeys to find herself, making new friends along the way. Oddly enough, however, none of that sparked my obsession. In the first chapter of the book, the girl draws an elaborate compass. That's what has stood out in my mind the most. I don't know why, but that's what hooked me on compasses.

FirstBlog:)

Okay so this is my first blog, and I'm not quite sure how it will go.