Edward Vs. Jacob

Okay, first of all, I am in love with Jacob Black. I am just a small school girl who has a HUGE crush on Jacob. I have to admit, I used to be obsessed with Edward Cullen, but after watching New Moon, the second movie to the Twilight Saga. After watching it I realized how creepy, stalky, ugly, wierd, dangerous, horrible and rude! He totally leaves Bella in Forks and expects her to live without him and then he shows back up and thinks that nothing changed and everything can go back the way it was! Ah! It drives me crazy! And I cannot believe that Bella actually took him back! After everything he put her through! She still opens her arms to him! Grrr...

While Edward was gone, Jacob mended her heart, and fell in love with her. They are meant to be! Not Edward and Bella! That is just absurd! Well anyways, I think that she would be more safe with a werewolf then a vampire. Sure, a werewolf can get mad and transform, but Jacob could never hurt Bella! He could not hurt her! He would not hurt her!

Of course you can always argue the point that Jacob did not imprint on her and that is where I come in! I am the girl for Jacob! But, since Mrs. Stephenie did not include me in her romance series I am not really an option here. So, let's get back to the book. In Eclipse, Jacob kisses Bella and tells her that he loves her. That is where she is supposed to realize that she loves him too!

Then, finally, at the end of that book she does realize it, but still insists on choosing that filthy bloodsucker! It makes me sick to my stomach! He is so revolting and disgustingly ugly! Ew! And then you look at Jacob, tan, muscular, sensitive, sweet, and just plain sexy! How can you chose Edward?

What to do on a Snowy Day :P

If you know me, you will know that I absolutely hate the snow! I seriously wouldn't care if it never snowed again! Some people think that I would miss it, but really...I wouldn't! Snow is cold, wet, crunchy, hard, gross, yellow, brown, boring and it causes to much craziness! I hate the snow! But since we live here, I have to deal with it! About a third of the year here in Utah is freezing cold and about a fourth of the year it is covered in icy wet snow. Because I have to deal with it I have found things that I can do to have fun while the snow is here. This weekend I actually played in it! Crazy huh? I know! But I have to admit...it was a little fun. I'm going to share with you my cold, wet day.
It was three in the afternoon on a Saturday and I didn't have anything to do. I was already frozen as it was. I was sitting at my computer with three pairs of pants on, two shirts and a sweatshirt with a pair of fluffy pink socks. My sister and her friends were shouting and yelling as they climbed the stairs. They quickly got on their snow clothes and told me that they were going sledding but I had to go with them since they needed someone older than them to watch over them. Great! I thought, even more cold. I looked out the window and it was snowing again. I died inside. This season would never be over.
I called three of my friends and we were off! Just down the street from my house is a huge hill that was covered with snow that hadn't been touched. I set my sled down and kneeled down in the snow. I heard the loud crunch and sighed. If I got snow down in my shoes, in my shirt or down my pants, I would have to shoot somebody. My sister gave me a unexpected push and woosh!! I was off! The snow flew in my face making my teeth chatter. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting the snow to get into my eyes. And before I knew it, I had reached the end of the hill. I laid there, unmoving, staying as still as I could to see what my friends and sister would do. Seconds later they were calling my name and running down to help me. The were all crouched around me when I jumped up and yelled "Ahhaa!" They screamed and claimed they weren't scared. But I knew better!
After an hour of sledding, I couldn't feel my ears, nose, fingers or toes. I felt the ice cold snow melt and slowly slid down my spine. I hated the snow more than anything in the world. We climbed back up the hill and went to my house for hot soup. I loved the feeling of the hot liquid streaming down my cold throat. But we weren't done with the snow yet. My friends dragged me back outside and we made three snowmen! The snowmen were a family. My polygamist family. My husband, ET, was the largest one and he was in the middle. We admired our work and then we sled down to my other friends house for a movie.
We got there dripping wet. My hair was ruined, my mascara was running and I looked like rudolph. We changed into some sweats and crawled downstairs to sit by the warm fire and to watch one of our favorite movies, Pearl Harbor. If you haven't seen it, I highly recomend it. It is a very, I repeat very good movie.
So, all in all it was a pretty fun day. I woke up this morning and guess what? It snowed so much during the night that you couldn't even see our snowmen. And guess what else? Their heads had fallen off :( Sad, I know. But I've promised myself that when I graduate...I'm moving somewhere tropical! And I mean it! I hate the snow!

RUN

Just when I thought I was safe I felt somebody following me. I stopped in my tracks, letting my heart pound against my ribs. My breathing got heavier and louder. I heard a crunch of the dying leaves littering the ground and I flipped my head around only to see a large dark figure. His oval face was tilted down as if to hide himself from me. I breathed out seeing a lightly colored cloud of breath in the cooling air.
The figure, definitely a man, looked up at me with eyes cold as a stormy winter’s night and as dark as coal. The panic in my throat wanted to burst out into a deafening scream, but it transformed into a lump, and I couldn’t. They had sent somebody for me.
I turned, looking down at the out-stretched road which lay in front of me, wishing I had a place to hide. But there was nowhere. No buildings, no tunnels, no safety, nothing to hide me. The sky was a blue-gray that warned everyone that a storm was coming. The howl of the wind in the trees lining the street made my stomach jump and turn into a tight knot.
I could hear the footsteps getting closer, but I was paralyzed with fear in the middle of the road. They couldn’t get me yet, not yet. I couldn’t leave everything that I had worked for behind. I had done too good of a job blending in to just disappear.
The thought of me sitting in a tiny cell without any light, with prisoners claiming their innocence, with the trickle of water falling aimlessly in the middle of that small, cramped room, made my stomach churn. I couldn’t go back. I’d escaped from that nightmare once and I didn’t plan on going back anytime soon, even if I was guilty. There was only one thing left to do.
Run.

Finding A Christmas Present!!!

So, this year, I have become really great friends with some boys and girls in my neighborhood. We hang out at least once a week and we usually do the same thing every time we hang out! We play murder and give back scratches :). The back scratches are a long story, made for another blog entry. But one of my friends that I'm going to keep a secret had an incident where we saw his underwear. Ha-ha, that’s another story too, but that's not one I'm going to share with you! But for Christmas we girls thought that it'd be funny if we got him some new underwear for Christmas! So, I'm going to tell you about the embarrassing moments we went through to get them to him.
First, we had to get my mom to take us to Wal-Mart to buy them. My mom by the way thinks that our idea was brilliant. Ha-ha. Once we were there we went to the men’s section for underclothing. We guessed the size he would wear by opening one of the packages and me trying them on. They were a little big but since he's a guy he should fit in them better. And if you know him then you would know that he is very muscular and small. After we determined what size he would be we got one of every kind that there were there. We wanted power rangers but they didn't have any. We also wanted hot pink, silky boxers but unfortunately they were out.
We were laughing so hard that we couldn't contain our feelings and we were soon jumping, screaming and laughing at the top of lungs. We didn't want any men to see us carrying around thirty bags of underwear so we got a cart, tossed them in, and got clothes to pile over them. We then went to a deserted aisle and laid them out so that we could decide which ones best fit him. He and my other friend are really close and we joke around that we are all married, so we are polygamists. Since we didn't have any rings to signify our relationship with each other, we got matching boxers to all have!
We were in the self-checkout line when we scanned one of the bags twice, we pressed the cancel an item button and to our dismay, it read: 'Please wait for assistance.' My friends and I freaked out and an overweight man came to our rescue. He laughed and we all turned bright red with embarrassment. After he left we just about died with laughter. That day couldn't get any funnier.Once we got back to my friends house we wrote all other the underwear saying, "LOVE WIFE 1 and LOVE WIFE 2!"
It really was the funniest thing ever. We called our "hubby" and told him that we were giving him his present so he had to be ready! After he opened it, he wasn't embarrassed he just laughed and said: "At least I don't have to ask Santa for them!" We laughed together and left. A pretty boring ending I know...but it was hilarious!

Picking Classes for 10th Grade :)

Just this past week I have had the wonderful opportunity to meet with one of our great counselors at our school to discuss my progress and my plans for my future. They call this meeting an SEOP. I first sat down, not wanting to hear what he had to say because I am not quite sure what I am going to do with my life after high school. I'm thinking about teaching and nursing and child care. They would all be great things, but they would take up a lot of studying and school work. My counselor gave me a sheet of paper; on it were all the classes available to be taken. I picked out all the required ones and now it is time to choose the other ones. I asked my mom what she thought I should take, and let me tell you, that was a bad idea. She went off about which classes I should not take because it would never help me in my future life. I sort of agree, but I want to take some fun classes in high school.
So, obviously, there are some pretty big decisions that I have to make in the next couple months. I need to choose classes that will not only help me in high school and college but classes that will help me when I am graduated from college and married and have a family. My mom wants me to take the stupid classes that are college’s classes right now. But I am not sure if I want to do that because I want to have fun in high school and not work hard. But if I want that, then that means I am lazy. And that is not a good thing at all!But then again, hard classes will help me get done with college faster so that I can be free sooner. Do I want to do that now? Am I ready for all that responsibility?
Someday, I want to be known for my knowledge, responsibility and funny personality. So maybe hard classes are what I need right now. Man, who knew that picking out classes would be so hard! I will have to do some really hard thinking for the next months so that I know exactly what I am to do. Do I sound smart? I think I might, but I am not meaning to, so sorry. Ha-ha.
Hopefully, I will know what I am to do and when I get to college it will all work out for me because I made the right choice in high school. Sometimes, I admit, I just do not want to be successful and I just want to get schooling over with. But, that is not a good choice! I know that I am to go to college and get a good education, so that is why I need to pick the right classes to take now

Trying to Pull and All Nighter

Have you ever tried to pull an all nighter? It's harder than you think. Especially when you have the two people who love to sleep in all their spare time. Usually I'm not like this but lately I have been. My best friend for life has been staying with me and we were planning to pull an all nighter. We had three main things to help us stay awake. They are: Do Batman in front of our friends house, go toilet papering, and going into the hot tub.
Doing batman is really fun and it is kind of a tradition for when my bestie stays with me. What we do is we get dressed in the darkest clothes we have. We do our hair and make-up all funky and then grab a big blanket. Since it is cold outside we wrap ourselves in the blankets and walk the half mile to his house. When we are there, we ring the doorbell and run back out to the street. Once he answers the door we pull up our blankets so it is like a cape and run around chanting, "Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na! BATMAN!" We do it a couple times and then just run back to my house.
Toilet papering. It is also known as T.P-ing. I do not like to use that slang because it just does not sound right. We were going to toilet paper our other friend Harry Potter. (That's his nickname because of an experience we had with him...but I do not think I should share that with you…sorry!) It is not that we dislike him because really, our lives would be so boring without him, but we were going to do that because Toilet Papering is fun! Even if it is illegal.
I have a hot tub and a swimming pool in my back yard so in the summer, my house is never boring. But now that it is winter we only have my hot tub. And it snowed all over the top of it so we could not clean it out yesterday. Pooy I know. I love getting in the hot tub because it gives you something to do and it keeps you awake...you cannot really fall asleep in a burning hot, hot tub now can you?
If you were wondering if we actually pulled the all nighter, the answer is no. We did not even make it passed one in the morning. Well, I did. I made it to four, but it is not fun staying up all night by yourself, so I fell asleep. But if we did not watch a movie we probably would have stayed awake. Maybe next time we try to pull an all nighter, I will make a list of everything we should not do. I really do want to pull an all nighter; it is just hard to do. Because you get so tried...someday I will do it. I’ll be happy that day! :)

Night full of Fun

So a few nights ago I had the opportunity to go hang out with some people from my neighborhood. I hate to admit this but I wasn't really looking forward to it. What I really wanted to do was go hang out with my bestie, who I haven't hung out with all weekend, but instead I went to hang out with the people in my neighborhood.I first got there and we ate some dinner, by the way I ate twenty five burritos and four chicken nuggets. But knowing me, you shouldn't be too surprised about how much I eat. I might be really skinny but I could eat everything we had in my house within a week, no joke.
My friend, let's call her Bettie, was so stoked that the guy she like was coming over. He was going to be there any minute and she was about to jump out of her skin.My other friend, let's call her Lizzie, was really excited for the guy she liked to come over. I felt a bit left out, knowing that I didn't like anybody that was coming, but I got over it and was excited for them. The guy that Bettie liked, let's call him Ginger, showed up and we all got into the hot tub. It was a bit awkward because of the way they act around each other, Lizzie and I were in one corner trying to entertain ourselves until the guy she liked, let's call him Hairy, came.
Hairy was going to be late because he had to meet with one of the church leaders in our neighborhood so we didn't stay in the hot tub long and we got out and ate hamburgers. (I know, I just ate but I'm a growing girl and I was hungry, as a matter of fact, I'm eating right now.) Lizzie and I went downstairs after eating and turned on the movie Superstar, if you haven't ever seen it, I recommend that you do because it is one of the funniest movies I have ever seen!
After that movie we put in Elf. If you haven't seen Elf then that is just sad. It's my favorite Christmas movie!As we watched Superstar and the first half of Elf, Ginger and Bettie held hands and cuddled. Lizzie and I almost gagging at the thought, laughing quietly we slowly starting falling asleep. There was about twenty minutes left of Elf when the doorbell rang and down ran Hairy. Hairy is the life of the party and after he arrived the fun began.
We finished Elf, not really paying attention to what was going on because we were laughing and joking too much.Hairy chanted these exact words, "Kiss her! Kiss her!” to Ginger and Bettie but knowing that they wouldn't do it, he gave up. Hairy acted himself and made us all laugh. He showed us how to fake kiss, and let me tell ya, that was probably the highlight of the whole night. Hairy knew that I danced and asked me to show him some cool moves.
Let me tell you something, that boy is like a board, he is not flexible at all. He may have an amazing six pack and a great body but he cannot, I repeat, cannot bend. For the rest of the night, we girls taught him something new that he could try, but he only ended up failing.
I thought that this night wouldn't be fun but it turns out, it was a blast! It was filled with embarrassing moments, scary moments, funny moments and last but not least just plain fun moments. I hope that everybody gets a chance to have a fun night like I did!

Visitor

I was reading a book when I looked up. There in the window I saw Travis. He was the most popular boy in school and everybody just adored him. It’s like he was a superstar or something. And for some reason, I wasn't surprised that he was standing outside my bedroom window tapping on the glass to get my attention. I should have been surprised because me, coming from the Jones family, is somebody who wouldn't be caught dead with someone that beautiful.His curly blond hair dangled in front of his emerald green eyes. Oh why did he have to be so perfect? I caught my breath and sighed when he waved me to come and meet him outside. Was this a joke? If I went outside was I going to be embarrassed for the rest of my life? I shut my book, not even marking what page I was on, and went out to the front room to let myself outside.
"Amber?" He came out from the dark and a warm smile came across his face. I took a moment letting this moment sink in.
"Travis?" His name smoothed over my tongue like hot melted butter on a fresh roll.
"I didn't know I was actually going to do this, but here it goes." He sighed and grabbed my wrist. "As you know Kate and I just broke up, and nobody knows why. I want you to hear this before it gets passed around the school, because once you tell somebody something it's like wildfire."
"Are you okay?" I muttered, still half amazed that he was on my front porch.
"Amber I broke up with her because I told her I wanted to see other people too. And that other people that I was talking about is you." My mouth fell open. "Greg said these exact words to me, 'The Jones' daughter is a fine young lady, are you sure you want to go messing around with her?' I wanted to punch him, because first of all, you're not fine, you're beautiful, and I wouldn't go messing around with you because I find you much too delicate for rough handling. I'm serious about you."
"Are you asking me out?" I was shocked more than anything.
"Yes, and I completely and totally understand if you say no, because I've been a jerk to you before."
"Travis before I answer I want you to know that I think that you are an amazingly good looking person, but I couldn't be caught dead in public with you. You're selfish and rude and obviously you have some problems. So, no I will not go out with you because I don't date jerks." I covered my mouth with my hand, had I really just said that to him?I pulled my hand from his tightening grip and marched inside to my safety. Who knew that boy's could be such losers.
I heard a barking close to my ears. I flinched and opened my eyes which were tightly shut. The clock read five o'clock in the morning. It'd been a nightmare, I had no worries. My brand new puppy wagged its tail and whimpered. It was time to let him out.

Texting Vs. Calling

Have you ever gotten a text that sounds rude, but it could be meant in a good way? I have, and let me tell you, I'm not so excited about getting one because you don't know if they're mad or if they're okay with it. Do you know what I'm saying? I hope so.I admit sometimes I'd rather just text somebody so that I don't really know their real reaction but in some cases, it'd be better to just know. So that's where calling comes in. Adults usually will say, "Back when I was a kid, we didn't have cell phones that we could text with, so why don't you just call that person?” Whenever somebody says that, honestly, it drives me nuts. In my opinion, who cares what went on in the past? It's over! It's the twentieth century for goodness sake! Anyways, calling is good, I think when it’s with somebody you really want to talk with. I think texting is just a way to talk to people you really don't want to talk to.But don't get me wrong, I absolutely love texting. But if they didn't invent it, I think I'd live, unlike some people in this world. Ahem, not saying any names. Texting is good in certain situations. Like, when you're in a meeting and you can't call somebody, or when you secretly want to leave a party or a friend’s house, or when you want to tell somebody something without the whole world knowing, or if you can't call somebody at that moment. But people who text in class and just looking for ways not to pay attention, that sounds weird but it's true. People chose not to listen while in class so they do things so that they don't have to listen, and texting is a good way of how to do that.
Calling on the other hand, is a good communication tool that everybody should use a lot in their life. If you haven’t noticed, people who text all day and abbreviate words, end up not having good penmanship. Calling and actually talking to people will help your social skills, and it won’t ruin your penmanship.
Many of you who might read this will totally disagree with me, because they are the people who text all day and have troubles with their penmanship. When it comes down to calling or texting, just call them!

S'mores!!!!!

Have you ever really thought about making the perfect smore? Well I have! I've been at my friends cabin the passed weekend, (which is why I didn't do my Honors English assignments! I know, naughty me!) and I have found the way to make a perfect smore! And I'm gunna tell you the secret! Are you ready? I hope so! Okay, shh...(I'm whispering) its what's in the smore that counts! You need three things! A gram cracker, hersheys chocolate....and.....A MARSHMALLOW!!! Haha, so you see every ingredient is very important and I'm going to tell you why!
First you have to have a gram cracker! Without the gram cracker your going to have a marshmallow with melted chocolate and it's going to get all over you fingers and hands and face and it will just be a big, huge mess. It also gives it kind of like a sweet and salty taste because it isn't all sugar in there!
Second you have to have hersheys chocolate! Without the chocolate your going to have a gram cracker with a toasted marshmallow on it. It's going to be dry and crumbly and just plain. The chocolate adds this wonderful touch to the smore that makes you want to have another...and another...and another! Chocolate is a comfort food and without it you can't even call a smore a smore!
And third you have to have a marshmallow! Haha, it's kinda silly to think of a smore without a marshmallow because we all know that it isn't a smore without a marshmallow or chocolate or a gram cracker! The marshmallow is just so fluffy and sweet and creamy and delicious...just reading this makes my mouth water...haha...I LOVE SMORES!
So, you see, all of these are very important factors, and without them you aren't going to have a delicious, melt in your mouth, warm your throat, smore. All you need are those three things and of course a heat source, and then all your worries and just slip away because that smore is going to take you to your happy place and that will be your happy hour! :)

Another Update on Halloween

So, I was going to dress up but then I decided...I don't want to go through all that trouble of getting all dressed up and only wearing your costume for a couple of hours. Maybe I'm just growing up finally...haha now that was the funniest thing I have said all day, literally. Anyways, I know that it is going to upset my mother, but she is just going to have to face the fact that I'm not doing it...sorry for those of you who actually thought I was going to dress up!

Being Bored

I have decided that being bored is dumb. Though it does happen to people, I still think it is dumb. I mean come on, why does there have to be a time where you have nothing to do and nobody can hang out? I think it is just plain stupid. So, what I have thought of doing is something spectacular, in my world. And for your information, yes I do sometimes go to this place where I float on clouds and play with fluffy cats. Okay, that was a joke, but I have made a list of things that you can do when you think you are getting bored, so that you really don't get bored and your life then gets better.

1. You can take a shower and get ready for the day again.
2. You can watch every movie in your house, which by the way will take a couple days if not a week.
3. Call some random person in your address book that you have not talked to in a long time and talk to them for as long as you can.
4. Make some yummy foods.
5. Surf the web for stupid things to do.
6. Watch five minutes of every show that is on the T.V.
7. Run around outside acting like a gorilla. (And as a matter of fact, yes I was even thinking that you should scratch yourself and make ooo ahhh sounds.)
8. And last but not least call your friends!

So you see with my list of things to do, you shouldn't get bored, and if you do...that is your own darn fault!

AdDiCtInG fAcEbOoK

How many people ready this already have a facebook? Actually don't answer that...I am pretty sure 90% of you do, so you don't need to tell me if you do or not. Have you ever noticed that when you are on facebook, the world around you sort of drifts away and you are in your own little world? Well, I have noticed it and I am pretty sure most of you have too.
There are just so many things to do on facebook. You can upload pictures, look at other peoples pictures and profiles, you can take quizzes, you can instant message your friends, and play lots of fun games. There are soo many things you can do on it that it is addicting! You can spend hours and hours on it everytime time you just get on to update your status or accept a friend request.
In my opinion, facebook is a blast but it is too addicting. I find myself on it hours a day and it's starting to affect more than just me. So, what I'm trying to say is, maybe make a time limit when you are on facebook if you have a problem with staying on for long periods of times. I am pretty sure it will work.

Birthday Countdown

My birthday is tomorrow and I'm going to be fifteen years old. You have no idea how excited I am about that. Just to show you how excited I am for it, I'm going to tell you a little information I just found out...

1. My exact birthday is in 20 hrs. and 55 min.
2. My exact birthday is in 1255 min.
3. My exact birthday is in 75300 seconds.
4. My exact birthday is in less then 1 day!!!!!!

I hope you now know that I am super duper excited to be fifteen! And I'm that excited for three reasons.

1. I get my drivers permit
2. I'm less then a year from sixteen and...
3. I'm a year older!

So, yeah! I feel like jumping up and down...up and down...I'm soooo happy! And after I turn exactly fifteen at four fifty-five, I'll start the countdown for my super sixteen! Yaya! :) Tomorrow's going to be great!

Trouble at Lagoon

Have you ever been to Lagoon and you see somebody with the police and you know that they are in trouble? Or have you ever been on the other end of that?
Well, when I was ten years old my friend, Devan, and I were riding the sky ride, when we decided to do something stupid. We hocked some loogies, found some people down on the ground, and we spit on their heads. We laughed and laughed, not thinking of what was going to happen when we reach the end of our ride. We did it again and we saw the ride was coming to an end.
Standing by the exit, full in uniform, and not looking too happy, was a police officer with his arms crossed. I gulped, thinking that my last breath was going to be soon. Why did I have to be so stupid? Maybe, just maybe that cop isn't waiting for us. Maybe he's just partolling the park.
I was wrong. He was waiting for us. I started to sweat as he pulled us to the side. "Were you girls spitting off the ride?" My heart skipped a beat and I didn't want to say anything. I was ten. How could I already be a criminal? I felt horrible.
We admitted to our wrongs and as a punishment, no we didn't get our passes taken away, but we got to clean all the bathrooms that Lagoon owned. Now, let me tell ya...that was not fun! I was so embarrassed as people walked in and out of the bathrooms, laughing at whispering about us.
I vowed then and there that I would always follow the rules at Lagoon and never even break the smallest one. I hated cleaning bathrooms, and cleaning them at Lagoon was a hundred times worse then cleaning them at home.
So, what I'm trying to say is, follow the rules because one day when you aren't following them you're going to get caught. And you aren't going to like the what they make you do to repay for your damage.

Update on Costume

Hey everyone! Well I decided what I'm going to do about my costume dilemma... I'm going to pick one out that we already have. I decided this because, I hate spending my money and I like the sound of free. I've looked through the boxes we have and not to my surprise we have about six boxes full of different costumes. My favorite costume, that would fit me, is the gorilla one. Yes, I know it's pretty funny, but actually it scares the heck out of the little kids. And I'm willing to bet that I could scare someone my age or older, so on Halloween, look out for the gorilla! (Or maybe, I'll be something else, but I'm leaning on this one!)

Being Absent

Do you know what I hate? I hate being absent one day and then having to do all these things just to get caught up. The first thing that is the worst is making up homework and class work you missed because you were sick or you were on vacation. A second thing I hate is, having to go before and after school to learn the things that you didn't learn while you were gone. And the third thing that sucks about making up work is it's your responsibility to do it.
Making up the homework isn't fun at all. It just doubles the amount you have that night which means that your favorite show on T.V. is going to have to be recorded, or just not watched at all. Making up the work is just a hassle and sometimes you think that missing school isn't worth it, well that is if you care about school. Everybody should care about school, but that's a different subject that I'm not going to get into.
Who likes waking up earlier then they have to? Nobody likes it, and that's why it stinks to have to get up early and go to school to make up work and talk to the teacher. School is long enough as it is and if you are going to stay after or go before school then it is like adding an hour to our already seven hours of schooling.
Responsibility. It is a word that not a lot of students understand, even though they should. It means that you have to make sure to do things that are expected of you, and you need to be okay with the way some things turn out. For example, school. If you miss a day, or even a week teachers say it is our responsibility to come in and make up what we missed. And if you ask me, I think a little reminder would be just dandy.
Missing a little bit of school can be a real pain when the time comes when you need to make it all up, so if you'd like my opinion, do it as soon as you get back, because the longer you wait, the harder it's going to be to make it up. So, who wants to do the make-up homework? Or, staying after school? Or, knowing that it's your responsibility to make it up? Not a lot of people, so after you're sick or on vacation, hurry and make it all up.

Halloween Costumes

Today is September 20th, only one month away from Halloween, which means, next month is October! Halloween is one of my favorite holidays! Some people think that I'm too old for dressing up, but I think they are wrong. Halloween is all about dressing up and going trick-or-treating! So why not enjoy being a kid for one day out of the year? However, this year I'm having troubles deciding on what to be. I have a few options and I'm debating them all.
First, I could buy one from a Halloween store. I've been to a couple of stores in the past week and I've found some really cool costumes! But the thing I have to decide is do I want to spend around $30 to $40 just for a costume that I will only wear once? One of the costumes I found and like is a bumble bee, another is a cavewomen, and the third is a ladybug. My mother, who is a fanatic of Halloween, loves the bumble bee costume and almost had me convinced to buy it, but I thought, do I really want to spend all that money?
Second, I could use one that we already have. Since my mother is in love with Halloween you can bet that we have plenty of costumes already, just sitting in boxes down in our garage. I could take the time to dig them out and find one that is suitable for a 15-year-old or I could just drop that idea. A good thing about doing that is, it would be free! I love the sound of that! But, I've been thinking of what costumes we have and I can't think of anything that interests me very much.
Third, I could make one! Earlier this year, when I was deciding what classes to take, my mom thought that a clothing class could teach me a lot. I agreed and I'm taking the class now. I think that it's a very fun but challenging class. I could use the skills I'm learning in there and make a costume. I couldn't just make one off the top of my head, I'd need fabric, a pattern, thread, a sewing machine and other accessories to make my costume complete. If you have never sewn anything before you probably don't know how expensive all that stuff can be, so that's something I'd have to consider also.
Those are my three options, buy one from the store, use one that we already have, or make one. Some questions I have to answer are: Do I want to pay a lot of money for a costume, that I will only wear once? Do I want to wear something that we already have, that might not be excactly what I'm looking for? Or, am I going to dress up this year? I'm sort of leaning on just wearing one that we have, even though I don't know if there will be anything that I want to wear. I'll debate on it and keep you updated!

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