To hyped up on candy. Got approximatley 30.7 pounds of it.
Help me...
Blah.
Love,
A very sugared-up Maddie
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Next week, I promise.
Today was not a god day. Ever get those times where you felt like you have no friends? And no one cares? Yeah, well, today was like that for me. Everyone was hanging out, having great times with each other. That's just great, but then all they could talk about was the fantastic time they had. I'm trying to be nice. I just wish I had that person who would care when I feel bad, instead of basking in their own glory.
Maybe that's too much to ask.
I guess that's my drama for the day. I'll have really interesting stuff either tomorrow or next week? Okay? I'm sorry. I'll get better. Maybe.
FINAL VERDICT:
I'm trying to be understanding, but sometimes I want to be the person who is sad and cries. I always end up being the one who has to be strong. Its getting really old.
With so much love it hurts,
Maddie
(Sarcasm hand raised. Just in case you missed it.)
Maybe that's too much to ask.
I guess that's my drama for the day. I'll have really interesting stuff either tomorrow or next week? Okay? I'm sorry. I'll get better. Maybe.
FINAL VERDICT:
I'm trying to be understanding, but sometimes I want to be the person who is sad and cries. I always end up being the one who has to be strong. Its getting really old.
With so much love it hurts,
Maddie
(Sarcasm hand raised. Just in case you missed it.)
Sunday, October 17, 2010
My shortest post EVER
I am in New York City, in case I haven't told you. It's really fun, and I'll be here till Wednesday! So I need a bog post for this week, here it is. I'll have a LT of drama when I get back!!
Love,
Maddie
Love,
Maddie
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Puberty is the best idea since sliced bread
Hello all! So if you haven't gone through that magical time, you will. If you have, consider yourself lucky. Its nice to be able to live through it, and tell the story. Anyway, this has been brought to my attention recently, actually last night, by my 13 year old brother, named Mitchell; and my 10 year old brother, Jack. (These are actually their names. They're just that special.)
He is in that extremely awkward in-between stage of childhood and teenaged-ness. Its really funny, since he likes to punch things, and I liked to cry. A lot. I really don't know where the tears came from. Maybe I've been storing them since youth in a special place...like my legs or something...for this great time in my life. (Actually, that's a lie. That was the worst year of my life.) I've learned to just run and hide (and lock the door. Ahem.) whenever he gets mad. Mind you, he's as tall as me now. And I'm 5'10'!! Keep that in mind, because that makes the story I'm about to divulge that much more awesome.
So last night I was at my high school's Homecoming football game. (The score was 0- 41. You could say epic fail, I won't mind.) My entire family was there, so obviously I left them to be with friends. Later, I learned something. While walking around with Jack and their little friends, Mitchell ran into some girls he knew from middle school. They were actually some really cute girls, (I'm not being weird, they are just that, "Awh, look at you. You're an adorable 12 year old.") and I guess knew Mitchell, and liked him. One of them jumped on Mitchell, giving him a giant hug. This is how I imagine the following scene:
Girl: "OMG Mitchelllllll!!!! Hiiii!!!! We're in math together, and you are just SO CUTE."
*She hugs him
Mitchell: "Ummmmm. Did you know the square root of pi is 1.772? Heh-heh."
In Mitch's mind: "Woah. How did this happen. This is really weird...but nice...and she's so pretty..."
*He hugs her back*
The guy who was walking with the girl: I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him!!!! RAWRRR!"
And then...the best thing I've ever heard in my life happened.
"Mitchell, we gotta go. Mom got your farting meds, its time to take them."
Can you just imagine it?? Getting your first hug with a girl, then your little brother says that!?
Oh my gosh I love my family. But that has got to be traumatizing for a 13 year old, insecure little boy. Life must suck really bad right now. He probably won't touch another girl for a couple of years now.
So if you see him, embarrass him and give him a giant hug!!
Always,
Maddie
P.S.
If you know what the heck is wrong with Facebook, please share. I'm so confused. And by the way, I would update more. But I don't. You know why? Because no one reads! Or at least I don't see it. So if you do read this, please either subscribe or comment. (Subscribing gets you 30000 Maddie-points. Commenting gets you 749. Just saying.)
He is in that extremely awkward in-between stage of childhood and teenaged-ness. Its really funny, since he likes to punch things, and I liked to cry. A lot. I really don't know where the tears came from. Maybe I've been storing them since youth in a special place...like my legs or something...for this great time in my life. (Actually, that's a lie. That was the worst year of my life.) I've learned to just run and hide (and lock the door. Ahem.) whenever he gets mad. Mind you, he's as tall as me now. And I'm 5'10'!! Keep that in mind, because that makes the story I'm about to divulge that much more awesome.
So last night I was at my high school's Homecoming football game. (The score was 0- 41. You could say epic fail, I won't mind.) My entire family was there, so obviously I left them to be with friends. Later, I learned something. While walking around with Jack and their little friends, Mitchell ran into some girls he knew from middle school. They were actually some really cute girls, (I'm not being weird, they are just that, "Awh, look at you. You're an adorable 12 year old.") and I guess knew Mitchell, and liked him. One of them jumped on Mitchell, giving him a giant hug. This is how I imagine the following scene:
Girl: "OMG Mitchelllllll!!!! Hiiii!!!! We're in math together, and you are just SO CUTE."
*She hugs him
Mitchell: "Ummmmm. Did you know the square root of pi is 1.772? Heh-heh."
In Mitch's mind: "Woah. How did this happen. This is really weird...but nice...and she's so pretty..."
*He hugs her back*
The guy who was walking with the girl: I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him I hate him!!!! RAWRRR!"
And then...the best thing I've ever heard in my life happened.
"Mitchell, we gotta go. Mom got your farting meds, its time to take them."
Can you just imagine it?? Getting your first hug with a girl, then your little brother says that!?
Oh my gosh I love my family. But that has got to be traumatizing for a 13 year old, insecure little boy. Life must suck really bad right now. He probably won't touch another girl for a couple of years now.
So if you see him, embarrass him and give him a giant hug!!
Always,
Maddie
P.S.
If you know what the heck is wrong with Facebook, please share. I'm so confused. And by the way, I would update more. But I don't. You know why? Because no one reads! Or at least I don't see it. So if you do read this, please either subscribe or comment. (Subscribing gets you 30000 Maddie-points. Commenting gets you 749. Just saying.)
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Just DIE Already! DIIIEEEE!!!
Homecoming is turning into that one hermit crab that won't die, no matter how many times you drop it. A couple weeks later, you just say to yourself, "Self, if I were you (which I am) I would just kill it. This has gone on long enough! Poor creature!" So then you do. You flush it down the toilet. Goodbyyyye immortal crustacean!
Maybe that hasn't happened to you. Probably not. (And before you call PETA on me, just know, that thing was evil. It deserved to die. And its probably still alive somewhere in the sewers, cursing me. Its going to get me one day. Anyways!) But the point is, Homecoming is getting a smidge old. It just won't go away. There are girls squealing in the halls, tackling their best friends, holding flowers. There are boys guffawing, after one of them asks a girl out. There are public displays of undying love, and tears from lack of it. I'm stressing out about this, and I don't even care! I haven't even been asked! (This isn't a desperate plea for a date. Noooo, just a fact.)
One thing I've noticed. There's two groups, one of guys, we'll call it A, and one of girls, called B. They mingle for a little bit. One individual from A taps one person from B on the shoulder, shoves a teddy bear in her hands. He backs off and melts into the mass. A giant gasp, and then, as if choreographed, a small jump and a scream. Its incredible. Then A and B separate, and are never seen together again. I'm sorry, what? Can you do it again? I missed it. I was watching paint dry.
FINAL VERDICT:
Come on! Its a dance! (Actually, no one dances. People have sex with clothes on out there. WHEEE FUN!) Its better to go with friends, anyway. There's a lot less stress involved. Besides, getting ready is a good 94% of the fun. Friends are fun. And if you are desperate for a date (Ahem...Pauren Losey) just STOP. Its really annoying, and its sad seeing you so desperate for a guy. You are putting yourself out there, just setting yourself up for failure.
Besides, its more for the upperclassmen anyway.
Love,
Maddie
P.S.
And if you ARE planning on asking someone to the dance, I have a checklist for you:
1. Don't do it. Its too late. Just wait till winter formal, or ask your special someone out on a date.
2. If you go against my advice, (Shame shame, know your name!) make the proposal meaningful. It doesn't need to be a diamond necklace, or yacht ride. And no, don't plan on landing at her house in a helicopter to ask. Make it special! Go to dinner, get her chocolates. (that's what I would want at least)
3. Matchy-matchy is stupid. You know what's classy? Black. The guy in all black is great. That way, the girl could wear virtually any color, and pictures would still look great.
4. Go with a group with other couples! Have the parents split up the meals. Go to one house for dinner, then another for dessert.
5. Never, never go with single people. When you're making out in the car or whatever, that is just awkward.
6. Don't grind. You will get kicked out, and it is disgusting.
Maybe that hasn't happened to you. Probably not. (And before you call PETA on me, just know, that thing was evil. It deserved to die. And its probably still alive somewhere in the sewers, cursing me. Its going to get me one day. Anyways!) But the point is, Homecoming is getting a smidge old. It just won't go away. There are girls squealing in the halls, tackling their best friends, holding flowers. There are boys guffawing, after one of them asks a girl out. There are public displays of undying love, and tears from lack of it. I'm stressing out about this, and I don't even care! I haven't even been asked! (This isn't a desperate plea for a date. Noooo, just a fact.)
One thing I've noticed. There's two groups, one of guys, we'll call it A, and one of girls, called B. They mingle for a little bit. One individual from A taps one person from B on the shoulder, shoves a teddy bear in her hands. He backs off and melts into the mass. A giant gasp, and then, as if choreographed, a small jump and a scream. Its incredible. Then A and B separate, and are never seen together again. I'm sorry, what? Can you do it again? I missed it. I was watching paint dry.
FINAL VERDICT:
Come on! Its a dance! (Actually, no one dances. People have sex with clothes on out there. WHEEE FUN!) Its better to go with friends, anyway. There's a lot less stress involved. Besides, getting ready is a good 94% of the fun. Friends are fun. And if you are desperate for a date (Ahem...Pauren Losey) just STOP. Its really annoying, and its sad seeing you so desperate for a guy. You are putting yourself out there, just setting yourself up for failure.
Besides, its more for the upperclassmen anyway.
Love,
Maddie
P.S.
And if you ARE planning on asking someone to the dance, I have a checklist for you:
1. Don't do it. Its too late. Just wait till winter formal, or ask your special someone out on a date.
2. If you go against my advice, (Shame shame, know your name!) make the proposal meaningful. It doesn't need to be a diamond necklace, or yacht ride. And no, don't plan on landing at her house in a helicopter to ask. Make it special! Go to dinner, get her chocolates. (that's what I would want at least)
3. Matchy-matchy is stupid. You know what's classy? Black. The guy in all black is great. That way, the girl could wear virtually any color, and pictures would still look great.
4. Go with a group with other couples! Have the parents split up the meals. Go to one house for dinner, then another for dessert.
5. Never, never go with single people. When you're making out in the car or whatever, that is just awkward.
6. Don't grind. You will get kicked out, and it is disgusting.
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