How Typical of Me

So brainstorm, first thing that pops into that cloudy and dense head of mine is stereotypes. There is so much crap about stereotyping at middle school. Sometimes I feel like middle school is fabricated of it and if one little thread was loosened, a stereotype myth destroyed, our school would unravel an meet it's untimely demise. Because no matter how hard I fight it, I find myself categorizing people as if they were books on my dusty bookshelf, each placed daintily in its own special nook.On many occasions I find little hints that make my labels feel justified, but I am only looking for the hints I want, skimming the group to find one book.if I had spent more than a few minutes of my life with them, read the first twenty page of every book under that label, I might squish that theory like a pesty insect. But sometimes you would find that your book was put in the exactly right nook. Other times the books need to be moved, when elementary is over and you're friends have changed, with or without you. Maybe they let labels define them, the books begin to be what you imagine them to be. This made me reconsider myself. Have I let stereotypes define me? Do I honestly have friends that have known me well enough to shake the categorizing? I mean to say, sure I have friends, but they don't know me and really aren't trying to read the first twenty pages. They are the people who look to page three, put the book down and say they read it. They are my artificial friends, they don't want to get to know me and I find myself pulling the relationships load. They are the ones who stereotype me because they "read" the book. They tell people I'm gullible, smart, shy, nerdy, and socially akward. But how do they know? They skipped all the really good parts of the book. Maybe I need to re-evaluate my friends, find the real keepers. Until then, So long, farewell, I'll see you very soon I know!

Chasing Pavements

Dear (name that must not be mentioned),
I like you a lot. My days are painfully long when you're not talking to me, smiling at me glancing at me, being my friend. I love the way you're eyes light up,the way you speak so passionately about everything, how akward and adorable and dorky you are, you're essence. I hate not knowing whether I'm good enough or not. My heart goes from severely depressed, to completely exuberant. I like you, so would you just tell me how you feel about me so I don't have to keep guessing, wasting my time, falling more in love/like every day, and get on with my life?
Sincerely,
Me being me.

'Bout my week

So this week running log so far.... Mon. 2 miles, Tues. 4 miles, Wed. 3 miles, Thurs. workout video. Weeding every morning plus extra chores to go to girls camp and to get a pass of all passes. so basically, I need 75 soon. Balance as of now... $6.50. Babysitting jobs anyone? So we will see how that goes... but I would choose girls camp over the whole pass of all passes. Anyone know when that money is due? Well hopefully I will still get to go. I am way past hopeful. I totally envy those of you who have more than 20 dollars.

Oh yard work

Now that summer has arrived again it is time to weed again. Sometimes I wish that you could pick a weed and have weeds be gone forever. But no, they come back every year as much as ever. Honestly yard work is not that bad. But I still don't go around looking for it. I don't see weeds and say "yes, I get to spend an hour over here picking them!" No that is not what I think. But is there an option? Not really for me. One, I am a neat freak, two, I have a mother who drags us out there every morning. I am not complaining just sharing my thoughts on this not entertaining subject. Other thoughts for the day, not a lot.

Pie

Tonight I had Pie. Pie is really great. It is a new recipe my dad tried. It was Banana-coconut cream-caramel pie with oreo crust. It is really really yummy. I would like to have like five pieces. I only had one though. It sounds really strange but it is really super great. I think it is good. I don't know the recipe or I would give it to you. My Dad does though. So if you know me well enough to know my dad then bring it up with him. Pie.......
YUmMmM!!!

Us Crazy Girls

Me and my three friends had a sleepover last night. We seriously spent like three hours winding up embroidery floss. Then my friend Anna showed us all how to make bracelets again (I still can't do them.) Then we watched Balto ( which no offense but I think is really a dumb movie.) So that is basically what we did all night. But then at 12 we decided it was time to start getting ready for bed. Then we talked until one-thirty in the morning. Then I woke up at 8 and two of my friends had been up since five. Me and my other friend slept for a long time though. So there you go. My interesting day/night/day.

That Bracelet Girl

My Dearest Friend Anna was at my house today. She was trying to teach me how to make friendship bracelets. She was very patient and could make one in like five minutes. I tried probably ten times and every time something went wrong. So finally I decided to just roll with it and made this weird twisty thing. So that is the bracelet she is now wearing even though I couldn't make a real one. So there you have it my friend Anna is the bracelet girl. Me... Not so much.