Guten Tag

ich lernen Deutsch.
ich bin funfzehn.
meine Lieblingsfarbe ist schwarz.
meine Lieblingsband ist Rammstein.
ich habe rot harr und brille.
ich bin schlank.
ich bin verruckt.
ich habe blau Augen.
meine Gluckzahl ist vierundsiebzig.
Auf Wiedersechen.

My Socks

As the title says, this entry is about my socks. I have the coolest socks in the world!!! They have the little individual toes and pretty designs and colors. I have some with frogs, monkeys, turtles, spiders with googly eyes, some with stripes, or skeletons or just about anything else. Some come up to my knees and some only come to my ankles. My favorites are the nes that come to my knees, are black, yellow, pink and other colored, with fuzzy things on them. I have some that I can't wear because they are itchy. They are black and have sparkels on them. I LOVE MY SOCKS!!!!

Psycho Chicks and Soccer Games

Let me start off by saying that I went to a school function yesterday. But let’s start from the beginning. I have a few friends on the boy's soccer team. After lunch one of them asked me if I was going to the game. I said I'd think abut it but probably not. He was like whatever. So we went to science and had our normal conversations; e.g. road kill, his car, just things like that. So right after science, we had math. Before class, I asked him what time and where the game was. He said it was a home game at 5:30. So I was like ok. Well like two minutes later he said it was at some other place that wasn't the school and it started at 4 not 5:30. I just looked at him like he was nuts but he pointed out that this weird psycho chick was sitting right there listening to our conversations. She likes him a lot and he can't stand her.
Well, I asked her if she liked him and she said, "YEAH!!! Why wouldn't I?" Well my friend heard that and started gagging. Like 15 minutes later she asked me if I like him. Well, I do just not in the same way. I like him as a friend and a person. So then he tells me that every time she looks at me she smiles and that she likes me! Well that kinda made me mad. She told me how much she likes him and went into well lets just say details. This freaked my friend out.
So when the announcements came on they said where and when the soccer game was. My friend was mad. The psycho chick told me she might come just to see him play. So I got to the game and there were only 2 other people there. People started showing up. At the end of the game the score was 9-0 the other team. But there were only 8 people, counting me, from my school. There were 15 or so people from the other school and about 15 parents. The only cheerleaders were from the other team and it was our home game.
So yes, I did go to a school function and that was an experience I will probably never have again.

A comment

James said...
My friend: and I comment as a friend: that red font color is hideous and must be retired post haste.

First of all, I'm not your friend. I don't even know you. Secondly, red works on my background. That dosen't mean I like red, I just went for a color I haden't used yet. If I wanted to use the color that I liked, I would use green or black all the time but one color is very boring. If you have that big a problem with my font, then you shouldnt come back to my journal. If you read my first entry, or my description for that matter, I clearly said that if you don't like the stuff I had to say then you shouldn't continue reading it. I didn't ever think that I would have to be this specific, if you don't like my font don't continue reading. You wont be missed, trust me.

School Spirit Week

This week was Spirit Week. Monday was "Jersey and Hat Day," Tuesday was "Twin Day," Wendsday was "Wacky Tacky Day," Thursday was "Gender-Bender Day," and Friday will be "Ol' School Day." All of this followed up by Home Coming Friday Night.
Now I have NO school spirit what-so-ever. I don't participate in spirit week or go to games or dances. I was very glad that I missed Wensday because the people looked plain retatded. Today, being Thursday, was one of the funniest days I have ever lived. My bestfriend shaved his legs and wore a very pretty dress. He looked very lovely. Tomorrow I gotta tell him he has sexy legs. What? He does.
So anyway, this other guy wore a kilt. He is awsome and a pretty good friend of mine. He wore makeup, a girly shirt and fake boobs. I told him he was very pretty but his hair wasnt long enough. He was cool about it tough. This guy I know was about to hit on this "chick" but I pointed out that it was a guy. He was truly embarassed. Alot of them were very convincing, even more so than some of the girls that actually are girls.
If that wasnt bad enough, it was yearbook picture day. Most of the people brought a change of clothes, but a few forgot and had to take pics in dresses and crap. Even tough I hate school, this was the greatest day in school that I can remember.

Updates

Have you ever noticed how often people update their journal? I decided to try to update my random question atleast 5 times a week. For some reason, I think that my random question is more important than my actual journal.

Then there are people that update their journal one or two days a week but about 5 times thoes days, like this journal. Then there are peple that tend to update a million times a day every day, like this journal. then there are people that update a million times a day, but they havent updated in forever, like this journal.

I included links to 3 of my favorite journals to read, they are not mine so don't yell at me if they havent updated recently.

School

Let me just start by saying that my school sucks. Big time. If by some small chance you care why my school sucks, I have got only one word... DAYCARE. No, not a daycare for the teachers, but one for the students children. Yes we have that many mothers and fathers at my school. So anyway...
I seem to have bad luck follow me around. I ended up with all the classes I wanted, but my entire schedule changed and rearranged to fit around one class. Just one. I ended up going to different classes the second day than on the first. Very confusing. It all worked out so now I just have to get used to have no best friend in class. SCHOOL SUCKS!!!!!!!

Fears

Recently I was thinking about my fears. I know that all people have fears, but some are just stupid. If you look at a list of all the known and named you will see a fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of your mouth. Now, if you are so afraid of that happening then you shouldn't eat peanut butter. I mean you have a brain, use it. Now that that part is over, lets move on shall we?

My fears may seem trivial, but I tend to stay away from the things that cause my fears. I have a few fears that are understandable, but some are weird, not in my opinion.

• Goats: I have no idea where this started but I am terrified of these animals to the point that when my family goes to the goat section of this cute little farm/family fun place, I seperate my self from them. I will go look at the horses, prarie dogs, any other animal, but I will not go near the gaots.
• People touching me: Now not all people cause me to start freaking out but most will. My friends laugh at me for this but I really get spooked about that.
• Agoraphobia: This is my only fear that I know the technical name for. That is the fear of being crowded by a lot of people or wide open spaces. This results in my love of tight closed in spaces, like a corner. I have never liked to be surrounded by people or in a large empty area. I mean when I sleep, I curl up in a ball and crowed my self with stuffed animals, pillows, blankets, etc.
• Dummies: They really scare me. They always seem to be looking right at me. I can't stand that. The DELL commercial where the dummy thing comes in and asks to see the laptop and the lady mentions wireless, well, I refuse to watch that, I may turn away or leave the room but I will not watch that commercial.

Thoes are my biggest fears. I still have a few smaller ones, but choose not to get in to them. FEARS SUCK!!!!!

Death

This entry is about one of my favorite subjects, DEATH. I don't mean like killing people or anything but just the concept and irony of death itself. I never will understand why we are alive only to die in the end I mean whats the point? If you knew you would fail at something why would you even try?
This may seem morbid but I don't really care. I have always been fascinated by death and how it happens. Every one has a favorite subject and mine is death. If you want to you can accept that and return or you can say that is awful and never return. Like I said before, I really don't care.

Too Early

It is too early. I am never awake at this time. Ever, unless I am at school. But that is beside the point.

A good friend of my mom's wrote something interseting in his journal. He said that said that the sun makes you happy and that you body makes you happier at 9AM and less happy at 9PM. Well I think I am the exact opposite. I tend to get more energetic around sundown, and tired and cranky around the time I am supposed to wake up. Now the tired thing could be the fact that I wake up before 6AM, but lets not worry about that right now.

The only reason I am writing this now is because I have nothing else to do. My parents are still asleep, my brother and sister are still asleep, I would call my friends but they sleep until like 1 or 2 and even if they were awake I wouldnt call at the risk of waking their parents up. Now I wouldnt be this bored if there were anything on t.v. or even the radio, but there is nothing going on in the world right now. It sucks.

A Poem

I said in my last entry that this journal will be about whatever I feel like. This time I decided to enter a poem that was given to me by one of my best friends.

~*A Friend*~

You're My friend,

my companion,

through good times and bad

my friend,

my buddy,

through happy and sad,

beside me you stand,

beside me you walk,

you're there to listen,

you're there to talk,

with happiness,

with smiles,

with pain and tears,

I know you'll be there throughout the years!

You are a good friend to me and I am greatful to you.

This is me

Hello. You may not like what I have to say, but I'm going to say it any way. I am in highschool and you may think my opinoin dosen't matter. If this is what you think, then I suggest you leave now. This journal will be about my life, myself, and whatever else I feel like talking about.

I love to read other people's journals on the internet. Someone I know told me that since I read everyone's journal, I should start one too. That person always gives me good advice so I am starting one. You can leave and never return for all I care, but if you do decide to keep reading about me then thanks.