Victoria L. Gillett!

Vivacious Incredible Creative Terrific Outstanding Radiant Intelligent Awesome

Vicky is one of the best friends a girl could ever have. Today she celebrates her seventeenth birthday and I just wanted to wish her a happy birthday and tell what is so amazing about this girl who has lived on this world for seventeen years.

I’ve known Vicky longer then I’ve known most people. Our friendship measures back to the days of third grade pace and catching lizards. I wish I would have taken pictures back then. A tiny Vickifers and Keshia would have been a fun sight. Vicky is one of those friends that understand me. She can listen to what I have to say and really care. She always makes me laugh with her sarcastic comments.

So, happy birthday Vicky! And thank you for being a great friend.

Conversations d'un autre genre

Me: You know how it is. You just get in the moment and you can't control yourself. We're just teens full of sticky-sweet hormones.

Dyllon: More like sticky and salty!

Kissing, Legs, and Teila!

Emmit's theory: "If you want a guy to like you all you have to do is go up to them, rub their 'pectorials', and tell them that you want them. I for one don't believe a guy will like you if you rub their 'pectorials'...they are simply curious to why a girl has come up and started rubbing their chest. Luckily we had Marina and Dyllon there to test out the thoery.

 



AND...it works.

No, we were just teaching Marina how to stage kiss. I think Dyllon had a little too much fun teaching her this. Look how red she is XP





Just to let you know, Marina Griggs and Dyllon Johnson are pretty much the best things in the world. They've been my best friends for as long as I can remember. I can’t imagine a day filled without the smiles and laughter they bring.

So have you ever taken Physics? I am currently enrolled in the class and I can just tell you, it's not very fun. I'm sure all these random theories hold importance in the world but I'd rather just dwell on the world of dewdrops and fairytales.

BUT to get to the point.

Our Physics teacher is one of those people that is easy to pick on. Teila and I always bother him by trying to tell him that indigo doesn't belong in the rainbow. (If you believe it does then what kind of person are you/) He can joke, in the lame 'I'm trying to make a joke and be funny but failing miserably so therefore it makes it funny kind of way,' but like all teachers he does have grumpy button. Today something somehow managed to hit his grumpy button. He launched into this whole speech about what it’s your heart and how it keeps you motivated to work hard in a terribly dull class like Physics (although he didn’t describe his class as dull—and believe me, it is!) I’m sure what he’s said was noble and all but I was too distracted by the ray diagram sheet in his hands. There is this odd swoopy drawing on it that reminds me of a leg paired with Roman sandals. But it’s all odd shaped; I guess what I would imagine as and elderly person’s leg. And the whole time he was talking I could only concentrate on the leg-like drawing. Because it reminded of an old lady it made me think of play we read in drama...and that’s just a whole other story.

You see how easily I get distracted in class???





And then there’s Teila. Teila hates pictures. She didn’t even show up today so I could take a picture with her. But what she doesn’t know that I have a picture of her…so, HA!

Teila is someone I couldn’t live without. She makes me smile everyday. I wouldn’t get through Physics without her. I love when we fight over a certain teacher and his love. I love that we both love Ke$ha. She simply amazing…and I adore her.



Christmas Tree...

So I'm a little Christmas obssessed. It's my absolute favorite time of year. Before I fall asleep I decided to share with you a little of my Christmas, our tree...freshly decorated (by me) today.

I wish I could have another week to decorate but I can't. I think Thanksgiving break is such a fake-out. You think you have all this time but in reality it's only a week. And then you have to drag your lazy carcass back to school with high hopes that Christmas break will be here soon.

To be honest, I actually like school. I just don't like waking up before the sun is up :(

Let's bake a cake...

So, a blog?

Hmmm....

Do people care what I have to say? Are my opinions of any importance in this world? Am I even relatively interesting? But, is it going to be fun?

No, no, maybe, and yes!

So, it's obvious that I've never kept a blog before. Do I feel like telling you about myself? Yes, but not in one big 'about me' paragraph. To me, if you really want to know me then you'll keep reading and keep learning. I know the ramblings of a seventeen year old are nothing in the real world. But even now, I feel like Anne Frank as I write this. She didn't believe that anyone would listen to the ramblings of a teenage girl either.....she was wrong in that department. But then again, Anne Frank was in hiding during WWII and I'm just sitting in my bedroom listening to my cat purr beside my ear. I don't think Anne would keep a blog, though. Even if they had the technology, one blog post or Facebook check would send them straight to a concentration camp. I wonder how some teenagers would deal with it today, to completely abandon all their social networks and hide in a sullen annexe. Most teens sit with their computers permanently set on Facebook or with their phones in their hands, texting about everything. I can already tell you I'm not one of them. I don't even like cell phones, or texting. And as for Facebook, I get on for about fifteen minutes each day. So I might survive if I was ever forced into hiding....if it only had Youtube (my only technology driven addiction.) But back to the point. Anne Frank had something to say and because of that she is still remembered today. I'm not sure if I have something to say yet; I just know I want to be remembered. I want to write books that make the bestseller list. I want to meet everyone in the world and give them a hug. I want to travel to EVERY country in the world. I want to do so many things....

And therein lays my greatest weakness.