Procrastination is the bomb.com

So here I am, sitting in Biology. Not doing anything. I'm supposed to be doing an online timeline or something, I don't really know. But they won't let me do anything. All I'm doing now is staring at this guy...
WOAH. Did you think I like him?? No, I don't. Get that out of your head right now! This guy, who I shall call Horatio (No he doesn't have red hair...or awesome sunglasses...or incredible-y cheesy lines...sigh.), who is my lovely friend's ex-boyfriend. (I'll call her Louise.) He baffles me. The two were really good friends for a long time, and then they started dating. Bad idea! That almost always turns out terribly. It did, a month or two in, they broke up. Now its just really really awkward between them. Their friendship is, to put it lightly, dead. So now Louise is trying to talk to him again. Now it comes to a full circle...that's why I am staring at him. Strange? Yes. Helpful? Hopefully.

FINAL VERDICT:
I'm sorry, Louise. If you're reading this, he is not worth your time. If he doesn't have the...ahem...cahones to talk to you like a friend? PSH. Puh-thetic. He's a pansy Louise! Horatio doesn't deserve you! And he acts like an idiot in Biology. He should take school seriously, like you. And did you see that video on Facebook? CHICKENS?! Are you kidding me? Okay, I'm going to stop now since I'm probably losing friends. So my final FINAL verdict is, Louise just let him go. Don't be stressing over him! He's really not worth it. I love you Louise!

Love,
Maddie

He follows her around like a puppy...its quite sad...(Brista Karry, this is for you!)

One day, I was bored. My sister was crying (she's four. She's actually crying right now. Weird.), my mom was talking to a friend, I was supposed t be doing homework. I wasn't though, so I just started writing! I wrote a poem about God actually. It was basically my heart and soul. I thought it was pretty good! Then I get to creative writing, and people just rip it apart! I wanted to cry. They hated it, and they didn't even know what it was about. Then, bless their hearts, two girls came to my defense. (Definitely not saying any names.) That just made my day! Anyways, enough about me. Let's talk about you people! And your feelings and problems! Whee!
You were probably just wondering about the title, huh? Well Let me tell you something. Actually, before that, I'll make a list of characters.
Anita (Boyfriend, attention, you can put whatever there haha) whose boyfriend is...
Pierre (You gotta roll the R) who is totally devoted to Anita, and whose best friend is...
Jacques (French names are just awesome) who is obviously in love with Anita!!
Do you see the triangle? I do. Its weird and awkward. Seriously, Jacques just stares at Anita, and follows Anita around, and waits for Anita at her locker...man that just sounds weird. All the while, Pierre either doesn't notice, or doesn't care. I think its the third one. Maybe he thinks nothing bad will happen? Yeah. That's going to happen. (Sarcasm hand raised)

FINAL VERDICT:
Anita just wants attention and "love" (because I'm sure that Pierre and Jacques have an all-consuming passion that is hotter than a thousand suns. (Sarcasm hand raised)); Pierre is an idiot for not thinking anything is going on between Jacques and Anita; Jacques is a home-wrecker who obviously doesn't care for Pierre. Or maybe he does and thinks Anita is THE SHIZ. Which she's not, but to each his own. I'm positive nothing good will come from this, but on the slim chance it does, I'll let you people know. If you don't hear anything about this ever again, assume the worst.

Love,
Maddie

P.S.
For those of you who actually read this, you are all that and a bag of chips, and a Sprite, and a Fruit-Roll-Up. I love you people so much. You make my procrastination worth it! So what if I have a D in US History! And for those of you who tell me you like my humble little Blog? Oh man. You make my life.  You get dibs on everything, hence Brista Kerry being in the title. SCORE!!

More dating drama?!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry!! I realize you've already heard this kind of drama. And I also know what you're saying: "But Madddieeee you already did this! I want VARIETYYYY!!" Well first off, if you're a person who writes 15 vowels at the end of every sentence, just leave. Stop being here. Bug someone else. Secondly, I know. I have a continuation of a previous post and a new juicy story.  Exciting, I know!

UPDATE!! Hottie McHotPants is not going to ask La-a out anytime soon! This makes things a lot less dramatic...darn. I mean, awesome! Less drama! That makes everyone so much happier! Yeah. (Sarcasm hand raised.)

So now that that problem is over, I needed some new material. So I was walking along, enjoying my lovely (sarcasm hand raised) Tuesday, And my buddy since like 4th grade, (I'll call her Bon Qui Qui, BQQ for short. That's the best abbreviation I've ever heard...I really want a sandwich now...ANYWAYS) who is Mormon, like me. She's also 15. That's an important mostly because we believe we shouldn't date until were 16. (Click me!)  
So a couple weeks ago she met three guys that she honestly likes, and can talk to for hours on end! One night, all three texted and called BQQ at the same exact time! What are the odds...

She feels like she's leading all three on, and its getting a tiny bit serious, as in talking on the phone for 4 hours. With all three boys! Oh what a dilemma.

FINAL VERDICT:

I thought at first, have fun with it. See how much you can get out of all of them! Go bowling with all three. Video conference. Sit and talk about your feelings for all I care. But then I thought, "Oh yeah. You're 15. So maybe in a year something could happen...?" Oh yeah. 

I finally decided BQQ should make all three relationships friendly and light. She shouldn't pick one guy yet. Leave all that for when you go out on a date with each individually. Then, you can get to know each one of them for reals and do whatever. (Plus you can drive. I mean, how lame is picking up your date with your mom driving??) So BQQ needs to save it, and be patient. Sorry, thats probably not what you want to hear. But hey, the truth hurts. 

Love forever, 

Maddie

OH HAPPY DAY OF FLIPPING JOYOUS GLEE. (kill me now.)

Today. Monday.

Yeah, that's all I have for you today. Have a lovely Monday, if that's possible.

I'm just kidding! As much as I'd love to, I would NEVER leave you guys hanging!! Psh. Never. (Sarcasm hand raised. (I decided to start saying this, since I probably sound horrible since you can't tell if I'm kidding or not.))
Anyways, I was in some class today, and one of my good friends (I'll call her Shania) was at my teachers desk, looking tired and close to dead. Me, being the loving caring person I am, came over. This is what happened next, word for word:
Me: "My dearest Shania, whatever is wrong?!"
Shania: "Leave me alone I want to sleeepppp. Ughklynvsyuhhh..."
Me: "Good golly! Are you sick?"
Shania: "I'm just going to sit here and sleep. I haven't slept in a freaking week! RAWRRR BE GONE!!"
Me: "Well, gee! I surely hope you feel better. Okay bye..."

ANNNDDDD SCENE!! (Okay sarcasm hand raised that entire time. Maybe I was exaggerating a wee bit.) What you should have gotten out this is the drama that is our bodies. They're so picky. Get 10 hours of sleep, or you feel dead the entire next day. Eat disgustingly healthy, or feel fat. Go run around, or you'll really be fat. On top of this, oops, sorry. You have a cold for three weeks. DARN!
Anyway, my point is that this drama with the bodies, especially sleeping, is really bugging me. Apparently, Shania just skips important classes to just SLEEP. Sure, maybe she's busy. But sleeping is probably the best ever. You have to make time for that beautiful thing! Sleeptastic!!

FINAL VERDICT:
Get some shut eye people. I, and the rest of the population is TIRED (Heh heh. Pun. Love it. Heh heh) of hearing you whine about you're terrible night! And skipping important classes just to catch up is not fair to anyone. Even if school started at noon, kids would still find a way to be tired and moody. It amazes me. One of life's unsolvable mysteries I guess...

Love you all!
Maddiekins

Awkward starfish!

Parties are always usually never fun. At least for me. Someone ALWAYS hates another person, someone sulks, someone cries. Goodness! Its a lot of work. Its just usually awkward too...(hence awkward starfish) But Friday's party was the worst. I'm not going to get into specifics, because I'd probably get into trouble. But all you need to know is that one person was freaking out and sulking the entire night, which is no fun for anyone.

FINAL VERDICT:
Flipping get over yourself! Its a PARTY, and you planned this in the first place to have fun. So have fun, dang it!!

Love, Maddie

P.S.
I have a friend who i will call Brista Kerry, and she is addicted to facebook stalking. Brista, this is a wakeup call. Get some help. I love you, and support you in whatever decision you choose, as long as you don't stalk people. Its just creepy. And if you are friends with Brista, be warned. Nothing is safe, she WILL see it. NOTHING IS SAFE!!!

This was a bad idea....

Well, I thought that drama would be a good thing to blog about, since there's always a steady stream of it in high school. But hey, guess what.I am a drama free type person! Dang it. So I've decided that instead of MY drama, I'll do someone else's. Today's subject is a good friend of mine, and I was the listener for her today. Her problem? DATING DRAMA!! *Gasp!* She is a fellow sophomore like me, (lets call her La-a, pronounced Luh-dash-uh) and her good friend is a junior. (Her name shall be Yvonne) For three months, Yvonne dated this kid (named Hottie McHotPants) for three months, he even took Yvonne to prom! Well obviously that ended. Then, come to find out, Hottie McHotPants was secretly in love with La-a! *Double gasp!* Oh man. This is scandalous!! So right now, Hottie McHotPants is being a douche by trying to get La-a to date him. Fail. This is currently going on, and when its over, I'll let you people know.

FINAL VERDICT:
Sisters before misters. Even if La-a thinks Hottie McHotPants is dreamy, (I mean lets face it, with a name like Hottie McHotPants, he has to be) she SHOULD NOT under ANY circumstances, date him. La-a shouldn't even say she likes Hottie McHotPants. Even if Yvonne says she's fine and she's over it, she's obviously not. She's secretly dying inside and is writing poems about it under her covers at 3 o'clock in the morning, then she always grabs her guitar and sings/cried herself to sleep. True story.

Okay, that entire last two sentences was a lie. But don't judge me.

Love always,
Maddie