Life, as it is

confirmed. doubt it.

2009-05-23T08:05:00.000-07:00

confirmed. (confirmed.)

www is pregnant. it's confirmed. Her dumb bf (boifriend) did this to her. and i know its her fault 2, but still. im freakin 13! she's 16!!! six. teen. im too young to be an aunt!!! (or i just dont want to be an aunt). and i dont care if people disagree, shes much too young to be a MOTHER!! she broke up with alex a week ago. and somehow through my anger, i helped her get over him. and she doesnt want to do that thing in juno where they gave the kid away, and mom says abortion is completely out of the question. dad wants her to get back with alex (the prick he can be), so the baby can have a real father. hullo!!! they r hi-skool sweethearts (used to be) growing up in NYC!! they are not gonna stay together for long! we went with her to get an ultrasound yesterday. its a girl. www feels really bad, and feels like she dumped this all on me (my parents disagree and say that she dumped this all on them), and she says i can name her. i need suggestions. she's ten weeks tomorrow. she's due on december 18th. i think i am going to stop calling her www. she deserves better, she's a good sister. my sister's name is Natalie.

doubt it. (doubt it.)

cruella devil is being a (pardon my french) a pain in the ass. no doubt about it. H.W.S.N.B.N.F.R. is no longer with her. beleive it or not he came to our side, Runway Doll syas he likes me. i dont know what to think. cruella devil runs around our middle school thinking she rules the whole middle school. some of my younger seventh grade friends have come to call her, "that eighth grade bitch". i dont say anything to that comment. DayDreamer sometimes encourages it. elections for "Middle School Queen & King" is on tuesday. H.W.S.N.B.N.F.R. signed me up yesterday. the "Middle School Queen & King" is something our middle school has done forever. all eighth graders @ our school are eligible to enter. i never wanted to, but it appearently has been forced upon me. cruella devil confronted me yesterday about joining. what she said was: "Why'd u enter if u know ur gonna loose. I'm gonna win. u kno that. i always did one u up. always. i'm gonna win." and then i said it. i finally (sorta) stood up 4 myself in front of her. i mumbled, "i doubt it." she looked surprised for just a second or two, gave me a dirty look and then strutted off like she thought she was the queen of the world. now, i have to win. it's become more than just some stupid contest, it's become a full throttled challenge. and even cruella devil has to remember that i never can refuse a challenge.

closed. no notice. memo to bloggers.

2009-05-09T18:00:00.000-07:00

closed.

it was closed, for the first time ever. jordan's candy and ice cream store is actually closed. the #1 hangout spot in the town. was closed. a huge group of kids gathered around the entrance. they were as shocked as i was. some kids started booing, and one high-schooler pushed his way past everyone, just to see for himself. this had to go down in our town's history book. let me explain, Jordan's Candy and Ice Cream Store, has been around ever since Jordan herself was just fresh out of highschool, her uncle died and gave the the shop to her. she made a sweet shop. highschoolers made out in the back booths, elementry kids danced to lame songs on the jukebox and pigged out on ice cream specials, and middle schoolers did a bit of what the highschoolers did and what the elementry kids did. and thats the way it's always been. my parents first met there. never in the history of our town has Jordan's been closed. this was big news. anyways the highschooler swore turned aruond and saw me looking @ him. (i have to learn not to stare @ hot high schoolers(besides alex)). and he said, "hey, aren't you natalie's little sister?" i nodded. he said,"well i heard a rumor that she was pregnant. is it true?" my thoughts: what the heck? no, no, no ohmigawd. what happened: I shook my head violently. he said: "Oh, just a rumor than. see you arround."

oh. my. god.

i haven't said anything to www yet. idk what to say if i do say anything...

no notice.

i got a txt 4m cruella devil. it said 'f*** you. so what if you couldn't have him. your loss. but you better back off. he's mine. stop talking to him, got me. or things will get ugly. l8r. ;)'. there was no notice, no warning label be4 i read it. i cried myslf to sleep. www came to check on me. i couldn't look @ her. it would make things worse. after she left my mom came in. i was crying to loud. she took my phone out of my hand and read the txt. she layed with me until i fell asleep.

memo to bloggers.

jenny, i luv ur comments and ur blog (posts)! but i can't comment, just letting you know. l8rs.

glares. moderation. him.

2009-05-08T15:41:00.000-07:00

glares

she won't stop!!! and those glares cruella devil gives me, they are eating me alive. eating. me. alive. and yes! i turn away. but they burn through my skull. my hard headed, 12 inch thick skull is melting. i can't take it anymore. i am soo behind in my homework, this fight is taking up way, way tooo much brainspace. i had to get a tutor. and i broke down crying in front of him when i looked @ my empty cell phone inbox. yes, it was embarrasing. and i cried loud, the www came to me and wouldn't stop asking me what was wrong. i spilled it all out. she helped me put all the pictures of me and cruella in the shredder. why is www being so nice to me?

it's probably something she did, and she thinks i know...

moderation

moderating. my control-freak mom isn't being soo controlling which helps. my dad is calming down with the making fun of middle child-teenage daughter phase. which helps. my www sister is actually being nice to me, which (no matter how freaky it is) also helps with my situation. and my brother got better, which deminishes the 24/7 slave thing. which is really good. maybe i can get some homework done. maybe...

so things are okay, i guess...

him

he talked to me. H.W.S.N.B.N.F.R. actually had a conversation wtih me. he asked me if i was okay. he said about two weeks ago, that i smiled more. he must not kno about what cruella devil is doing to me when he isn't looking.

life with the wicked witch of the west and the booger monster

2009-05-05T15:27:00.000-07:00

W.W.W.- what are you reading?

B.M.- (proudly) storyworks scholastic magazine.

WWW- let me see.

BM- (worried expression on face) don't kill it.

www- you're crazy. i can't kill a magazine.

bm- well then, don't rip it!

www- don't worry. (opens magazine) wow.

bm- (face grows with heavy excitement) you like it??

www- it's lame.

bm- (face saddens) what?

www- well listen to this, "Teacher Poetry Winners, 'Mrs. Porter' by Lael Ceriani, age 11. Mrs. Porter is wonderfully wacky. She's funny, smart, and tacky, and blah, blah, blah..." i'm sorry but this is like a magazine for little teachers pet- (looks @ the bm) uh, i mean, i just, i think it's lame. sorry but i do... (leaves)

bm- (sadly cries)

me- (pick up the magazine) my thoughts: oh god, this magazine sucks. it's like a magazine for teachers with low self esteem issues. what do i tell bm? what came out: this magazine is awesome, nate.

bm- (cheers up) really?

me- yeah, it's great.

bm- (smiles way too big) your the best big sister ever! (hugs me, leaves)

me- (sighs) my thoughts: great. now i'll be reading that thing every time bm gets his hands on an issue. oh god. he's going to want to have discussions. oh lordy save me.

fictatious

2009-05-05T14:54:00.000-07:00

"hm... is this stuff true or is this like a fictional diary?"

it's true just so you know.

"lol sounds like cruella devil was never really your friend to begin with."

she was my friend, ever since pre-skool. she's always gone with peer-presure, and this wouldn't be the first time she left me and the gang in the dust. but she's always come back. i started blogging in April people. that isn't long ago @ all. i didn't really think to blog about my used to be perfect friendships. so thats probably y you guys mite think cruella devil was never really my friend. but she wuz, okay? Gawd, i can't beleeve that i'm protecting her reputation. on my blog. huh, i guess i am weak. she's right. i'm such a softie. sorry. i guess i just miss her. i mean she was my gossip supplier, my make-over giver, my best friend in the whole wide (small) world. i guess it's hard for me to let all that go. sorry.

news (extra! extra!)

2009-05-04T07:44:00.000-07:00

events of today:

@ lunch angel knocked her tray into me. we had spaghetti and i was wearing a white shirt. she didn't exactly say sorry. she said, "Omigosh! I am sooooo sorry!" and then she smiled. Angel never used to say Omigosh. but H.W.S.N.B.N.F.R. turned around to say sorry, only it was a whisper, but still...
my math teacher murdered me with one algebra problem after the other. while i stuttered on the answer, angel, female hound, and bully dude, snickered and giggled. tag-along tim looked at me apologetically, and i made the mistake of looking @ angel's table. i caught a glimpse of H.W.S.N.B.N.F.R., and idk, but he seemed to look @ me as if to say, "angel can be a jerk". only he wouldn't call her angel. after i looked @ him, i looked @ angel and she glared @ me like female hound used to look @ me and her. what did i ever do to her? nothing, it's what she did to me.
in my afternoon elective, publications, angel (i'm going to start to call her Cruella Devil, or C.D.) so anyways, cruella devil skipped class, thank god. but i don't know cuz she's never done that before. she was always the goody-good. always. but i'm not worried. i swear i'm not....
when i got home, i found out that W.W.W. got her drivers license. great. now the momster is going to want her to drive me to school, and she'll probably embarass me, helplessly. all the more reason for cruella devil and her gang to pick on me.
the chosen came over when school got out to help the W.W.W. go "car-window-shopping. idk why W.W.W. does this if she knows she's gonna get the jokester's old pick-up. which i would have over a lambergini, everyday.
before she left, W.W.W. gave me a hug and kiss good bye. I wonder what she did...
the booger monster stayed home and expects to be waited on by his servants, me and W.W.W. 24/7
i logged on the computer. my ecscape. trust me, i know how cheesy that sounds.

i got on my e-mail. no new mail.

reminder: i have a poll people. and it'd be nice if people could start to vote on it. really nice.

ER

2009-05-03T14:59:00.000-07:00

we had to take the booger monster to the ER last night. Right as we were supposed to eat dinner. he had a fever, a cough, and a stuffy/runny nose. when my mom decided his fever was too high, and his cough was getting too severe. the 'rents decided we all get in chevy and head to the ER. they were completely convinced he had swine flu. he loved the attention, (well, who doesn't?) and thru his cough's he smiled. i didn't tell the 'rents this, no reason to. and it was good to ecscape dinner. we were having green bean casserole, ugh. so, i lived thru W.W.W. blaming it on me. and the fussing over the boogermonster. and guess what, he didn't have swine flu. it was just the common cold. big whoop. the doctors were pissed tho. they literally kicked us out, saying to come to the ER when there was an actual emergency. can you beleeve it? W.W.W. kept on blaming me, and then i told, "I know what you did." just to scare her, but she backed off big time. i wonder what she did...

angel still hasen't made any contact, neither have i.

hate. fights. angel is a devil.

2009-05-01T18:41:00.000-07:00

i h8 her. she didn't, she couldn't, she wouldn't. she did, she could, and she would. she. did. she went on a date with H.S.W.N.B.N.R. and all of his dumb jock friends. she did it. angel did it. i actually cried. what, no, why would she do it? then she called me a charity case. why? becuz now she's hanging with the 'cool crowd' she doesn't need me. or runway doll, or daydreamer or suitehart or tag-along tim. she's stupid. i h8 her. gawd, she won't txt me back, IM me, or return my e-mails. she txted mi once, but only to tell me nawt to txt her. i'm also mad becuz, i kno that while she wuz on that date, inthe back of her mind, i wuz there. i mean we could of at leest talked about it, right? ugh. what annoys me is that angel will come crawling back to our little group sooner or later. i kno this becuz we've been besties since pre-skool. i kno she'll come crawling back, she just has too, right?

anyways in the meantime, i am going to ignore her. and H.S.W.N.B.N.R. and i think H.S.W.N.B.N.R. actually cares, or it might just all be in my head. but hey! a girl can hope, rite?

it's been a while

2009-05-01T18:31:00.000-07:00

it's been a while since i've posted, like 5 whole days, (omg! jk. :D), the reason for this is that the W.W.W. broke the computer. yeah, that's right. she crashed it. my lifeline, dead, gone, 'hasta la vista, baby'. the worst thing is that the 'rents weren't home, so the W.W.W. wanted me to fix it before she got in trouble, well i told her that just becuz i'm on the computer alot dosen't mean i kno how to fix all the technical difficulties, you know what i mean?

conversations

2009-04-25T12:11:00.000-07:00

[cough] I'm sick and it sucks. Me, Angel, Runway Doll, Suitehart, DayDreamer, and Tag-Along Timmy, had planned to go rink roller skating. And i blew it. Well, i only blew it for me. But i'm not even that sick. The momster, though went on total judge and jury mode and decreed that i STAY HOME, which really suck becuz H.W.S.N.B.N.F.R. was there tooo, and i couldn't go! But i argued that i was fine, and that probably wasn't such a good idea becuz after every word was a nasty coff, all the more reason to stay home.

Conversation 1: The Argument

Momster: You are going anywhere young lady. You threw up last night, and you can't stop coughing.

Denfensless Victim(me): But [cough] Mom! We've been [cough, cough] planning this [cough] numerous numbers of [cough, choke]-

M: Oh, goodness. Look your continuously coughing and now you're choking! [Pats my back] But, i have to go to work so, maybe...

The W.W.W. walks by towards the front door.

W.W.W.: Bye mom, [looks at me] bye.

M: Not so fast! Just where do you think you're going?

W.W.W.: Shopping with Denise and Alex. Remember I told you ages ago. They're waiting outside, didn't you hear them honk?

M: [coldly] No. And you aren't going shopping.

W.W.W.: What?!?

Silence...

W.W.W.: Mom, you, you can't be serious!

M: I need you to babysit your brother and sister. I'll be back at 3:00pm. You can go shopping then.

W.W.W. eyes me. I act quickly.

D.V. (me): Mom, really that isn't necessary, i'll look out for me and Nate, no problem! I swear!

W.W.W.: Yeah, she's a big girl mom.

M: No, my word is final, when i say no, i mean it.

Momster leaves.

to be contiued...

nicknames (or codenames, sounds better rite?)

2009-04-24T09:54:00.000-07:00

Okay lately i've been thinking, (about what is of no concern to you) and i think that if i'm going to start to mention the people in my life, which i am, i probably should give them nicknames(codenames). Ya, know, just one or two words that describe that person, so i don't have to say their name bestowed on them by their parents at birth before they even could agree with that name or not. So lets start with family:

Dad: Jokester

Mom: Momster (when she's mad), Mom (When she's content)

Nate: Bugger Monster (B.M.)

Natalie: Wicked Witch of the West (W.W.W.)

Friends:

Jamie: Angel

Megan: Runway Doll

Carrie: SuiteHart

Sonia: DayDreamer

Timmy: Tag-Along Tim

Enemies:

My sister's group of friends: The Chosen

Ginger: Female Hound

Harry: Bully Dude

Crush:

He Who Shall Not Be Named For Reasons (H.W.S.N.B.N.F.R.)

If you happen to loose track of who's-who in the future, scroll down the blog to this post and all of your who's-who problems will be solved. BTW: I'm not naming my cruch just incase he finds this blog, so, shh!

l8rs

our economy

2009-04-22T17:44:00.001-07:00

Our ecomony is, what's the word, idk, i'd say dying. But our politicians tend to use falling. Just so they don't scare us poor helpless souls into the verge of (gasp) panic. So people are doing things. What things? Things like saving for gas money, and not buying Hummers. Wow. Spectacular. I applaud you, truely, i do.... Ok, maybe not really. But it's becuz, while u people mite think ur doing a good jod by not doing those things. Maybe u could try to cut back on other things 2. Like... shampoo. In my house, we literally have 12 bottles of shampoo and counditioner (i can't spell) Excessive much? We have Mane and Tail Conditioner (I am a genious.), 2 Head and Shoulders Conditioner, Dove Pure and Cleansing Shampoo, TreSemme Shampoo and TreSemme Condtioner, 2 Avalon Organics Shampoo and 1 Avalon Organics Conditioner, Therapeutic T-Plus Coal-Tar Shampoo (Yes, I am serious they make stuff like that), Neutrogena's Body Enhancing Shampoo, Burt's Bees Sweet Honey and Grapefruit Conditioner. And don't get me wrong, i like getting in the shower every morning shampooing and conditioning my hair but, all our Family really ever uses is TreSemme, except my mom who of course uses the weird Coal-Tar stuff, and Burt's Bees. So the rest of the shampoo/conditioners is left for Nate, my little brother, to come and make weird science experiments with. (Sometimes he also puts stuff like eggs, flower, weed killer, and shedded cat hair in his experiments and they seem to let off toxic fumes and it can smell really bad, and when they startto smell, thats when Natalie, my older sister, comes tromping down stairs demanding that his concoctions should be thrown out of the house and sent to Area 51). So you see in my house our 'falling' economy has already provoked us on to the verge of (gasp) panic.

Thank's For Listening.

l8rs.

beware... LOL, jk

Welcome

2009-04-18T15:25:00.000-07:00

Welcome to my blog. Let me be the first to congradulate you on trying something new and coming to this particular blog(spot). Now, let's make this very clear, this blog(spot) is 4 my personal use, no, scratch that, it's my space to put watever the hell i feel like putting; and this blog is for your entertainment, or it's something to help you pass the time, becuz either your parents r lecturing u again, your siblings r annoying you, or ur cranky grandparents are ranting at you 4 eating to much ice cream. Whatever it is, (wait, let the sentimental feeling sink in), I want you to know that this blog, these words, will always be there for you. ok, now that that is covered, lets get to talking about me, shall we.

Mi Problemos:

1) I'm in luv with a guy who pays no attention to me, probably does not know my #, and i am waiting for him to call, me. (I'm a real sob story aren't I) (Sarcasm.)

2) W8, there is no # 2 rite now, my problemos aren't that Big...

Anyways, i'm off to make enchiladas, (yummmm), enjoy yourselves...

Are you hungry? Well you damn well should be, cuz i'm about 2 eat as much of these as I want, and u don't get any. So, :p