Story of my life!

Blog entry one: Here's my day!

I almost didn’t go to school today. I guess that’s what happens when you get the choice—when your mother will let you stay home for just one day, even if you’re not sick. My little brother’s sick, though; he has a terrible cough, along with all the other kids. Curse this season! I just hope I don’t catch it—that’s just what my lungs, recovering from pneumonia, need! So anyway, back to the school issue. I almost didn’t go. I was lying in bed, staring at the clock, telling myself, get up, Chelsea, get up! Go to school! You’re no better than the other kids going to school today. You’ll have homework. You’ll miss first period. Get up. Get up!

Eventually I did, and I slipped on the purple dress my friend Nicole told me to wear, and put on makeup. I actually looked pretty nice. Not pretty—I’ll never look pretty in my own eyes—but nice, almost Myspace picture nice. Which is really, really nice.

Then I got on the bus, sitting next to Nicole and yawning as I always do. When I got to school, I went out to the courtyard, (a place outside with benches and greenery where kids go before school, during lunch, and any other time to hang out) and found a group of my friends. Erin seemed to be annoying an 8th grader named Brian, which turned out to be a screaming fight. I laughed, because I’m so terribly mean like that sometimes. It’s just that, it’s hard to see Erin serious; she’s never serious! She’s my friend that’ll talk really high-pitched with me and run around and scare people. And I’ve known her since the beginning of time (A.K.A. since I moved to Texas).

After that, first period. I sit with a group of guys; Tyler across from me, Brock to the right of him, and Stefan to the right of me. (We have assigned seating—none of these guys actually want to sit next to me.) So I sat down at my seat with my normal high-pitched “hi!”, and we began the class.

Half the time, I was glaring at Tyler who was being gross, and giggling at Brock who would make random funny comments, and making fun of Stefan, who was just fun to make fun of.

Okay. Second period, Sushi sits to the left of me, Marcus to the right. To summarize them both, I will use a simple word: “nerds”. When I’m not paying attention to the teacher, I’m usually making random comments about Marcus. One of my favorite ones today was me stating, “Marcus, you’re a nerd.” He made the funny face he always does when he thinks I’m weird or when he’s acting offended. I laughed at him. I’m always laughing… wow, I just noticed that! I’m amused REALLY easily.

Third period was boring. We wrote our essays on the Buffalo Soldiers. Yep, that pretty much sums it up. The interesting thing was what happened after class; coach Diaz called me back, and after everyone left, he told me I looked nice today. “I know that the other day you were crying because you didn’t think boys like you, but I just want to say you look very nice today. And I’m not saying that in a older-man way, don’t get me wrong—I just wanted you to know, okay?”

I was extremely embarrassed. A few weeks ago, I had an emotional breakdown, and started crying over stuff like that. I made the mistake of telling him, and now he thinks I’m a low-morale loser. Which I am, but that’s not the point—the point is, that I don’t care if boys like me anymore. I didn’t back then when I said that, either. I was just suddenly depressed because I wanted the perfect guy—yeah, that was it! I want the perfect guy that all my friends have, that’ll talk on the phone with me all night and hold my hand and be my friend. And it took that day for me to realize I didn’t have him. So I cried, I guess.

Anyway… fourth period choir. We sang. Okay good.

Fifth was gym. I played basketball, which was actually really fun. Basketball’s the only thing I’m even mildly good at sport-wise…

Sixth was an assembly about George Washington’s B-day. Bor-ing. But we got cake, so it was all good!

Seventh we took a quiz summarizing the first five chapters of “the Hobbit” by J.R.R. Tolkien. You probably know that book, right? Prelude to the Lord or the Rings? Yeah, well, I sucked at that. Heh. Failing is not fun, folks.

Now, finally, for debate… nothing happened, lalala. That’s the end of my day. I came home, just on the computer, typed this. The end!