Exciting Weekend

I've had a very eventful weekend. Probably the most social weekend I've had all summer. Friday I hung out with my friends Emma and Devany and Devany slept over. Then I went to a birthday party on Saturday, and I hung out with Emma and Devany and Peter today. We went to the pool and Taco Bell, and did henna and made smores. yumm.
But you know what annoys me? When people call you and invite you to a party or other shindig, and tell you that someone else canceled so you can go now. (true story -_-) The party I went to on Saturday. It was great, I had a fun time, but Maya (the girl who invited me) called me five hours before the party, and was like, "Oh yeah, sorry this is short notice, but Franny canceled, so I guess you can come now." Like gee. That makes me feel special. Like I'm second best, yeah. But I had a great time.
Did you know if you're with someone and they're not paying attention, you can lick their elbows and they won't even feel it. I'm serious, Maya told me that so I decided to test it, and I licked my friend, Louisa's elbow. I asked her if she felt it, and she said "felt what?" and Maya and me started cracking up. We kinda made a sport out of it for the rest of the party. I licked Lou's elbow 3 times without her noticing, Megan's once, Maya's once, and Devon's once. I only got my elbow licked once by Devon. it was so much fun. xD

^Maile^

Sorry the last post was a BUM-MER!

bummer. summer. haha.
I know I've said this a THOUSAND times, but I want to go back to school.
Since soccer started, I guess I see some of my friends more often, but while getting hot and sweaty. (but I got out of doing suicides today because I had work done on my knees today. the metal tools of DOOM... I had a bruise before I even left the hospital.) And soccer is fun and all, but I don't get to see the all the people I want to see... plus in high school the teams aren't co-ed. xD
I don't have to much to say today, I'm just doing this because I'm pretty bored and can't sleep. I just wanna apologize for being such a DOWNER yesterday.

^Maile!^

If you really knew me...

I've been watching that new show called if you really knew me. It's actually a pretty good show. I've cried my eyes out both episodes. Multiple times. It's also been making me think a lot about myself and the way I treat people, and the way I judge them, and how they may look at me. Let's just say I don't like the image I've created for myself. My friends tell me that I'm "the artsy different girl that doesn't care what other people think about her." Haha. I can tell you, if you really knew me, you wouldn't trust that. I'm one of those people that can change my image every school year, and no one would question me. In elementary school, I was (in order) a girly girl, a tomboy, a goth, a skater, a loner, an outsider, and now the whole artsy-doesn't-care, blah blah blah. So if I were any of my friends, I'd be giving me a stern talking to. It's not about the cliques I fit into, it's about the cliques I don't fit into. All those stereotypes I was (beginning with tomboy) were what everyone in my classes weren't. I do strive to be different, I'll admit. Sometimes I think I try to hard. And I've kept a little of all those labels in me since then.
And if you really knew me, you'd know I don't trust anyone. Not my friends, not my family, no one. Not even me. There are some thoughts that come into my brain, and I push them out as soon as they enter because I don't want to know what will happen if I have those thoughts again, or something. I have my closest friends, even my best friend who's had the best friend title since fifth grade, fooled into believing that I trust her with my life. I suffer from abandonment issues. I was adopted, and for what reason I was given away is unknown, I don't want to be just left again. I don't want anyone to just ditch me, for someone better, or because I just wasn't good enough or something.
I don't trust my family. I am not one of those people that can tell their parents they are their best friends, There are definitely things I don't tell my parents, because 1) I am horrible with talking out my feelings, and 2) I don't want them sending me to counseling or something. I've been to counseling before, and it's not the funnest thing in the world, cuz like I said, I'm not good with words. (audibly at least. cuz as you can see, I usually have a lot to say on this blog.) Sometimes I'll admit, I have contemplated cutting, running away, and suicide. But then I figure, that's stupid. I mean, I guess in comparison, my life and struggles are a joke to people who have real problems. It's not like my parents fight, or have drug or alcohol issues, it's not like my best friend has died, or I live in a town with gangs and gang violence. It's not like I'm homeless or struggling just to get food on the table. Nope. all my issues are self-inflicted, and stuff I should handle on my own.
Gosh, I'm sorry if you actually read this far, sorry if I sound like a freak, sorry if you feel like you wasted your time.... But hey, if you did read this far, thanks.

^Maile^

Preseason Begins...

Preseason started today. To be honest, it felt nice taking orders from someone other than Emily. And if it weren't so FRIGGIN hot outside, I probably would've enjoyed it more. n_n
I mean, the practice itself was better than running around in circles. But man, I wish there was a tree SOMEWHERE near that field for at least SOME shade.
We just started practice with dynamic stretches, then moved on to a whole bunch of passing drills and... not games, but... anyway, afterwards we started juggling (I got 4.) and by then, we were all sweating buckets. After that, though, everyone thought we were one because a lot of parents started showing up. So being as hot as we were, a lot of us drank a whole bunch of water. And then coach made us do sprints. Haha, so funny. We had to run the length of the field in 20 seconds and back in 40. It sounded really easy, but that heat started getting to all of us. we all started slowing down in the second round. But, I swear, no one in the world is slower than me. By the third round, (we were SUPPOSED to get a 10 second break, so I started tying my shoe, but the assistant coach told us to go while I was in the middle of tying the last knot. so i fell even further behind. Let's just say, I cam dead last. I was only a slight step above power walking. And just as everyone was leaving to go get more water, (I was like yes, I'd rather them not watch me come in last) the coach told them to stay and cheer for me. God, who does that? Like it was bad enough for me to come in last with all the parents onlooking from the hill, she had to make my friends (and people I haven't met yet) cheer me on, like I was some sort of pity player or something. you know, the one that never runs fast enough, juggles long enough, or contributes and put in as much effort as everyone else. I don't need any of their pity. Just because I can't run as fast as them, doesn't mean I'm not as good as them. gee.
So now i feel like shit, (because even after that, we still had to do more dynamic stretching) and I won't go list all the parts of me that hurt, but let's just say I am not looking forward to two more weeks of this.
I don't want to sound like a brat or anything, but I really wanted to go shopping today. I haven't gone shopping in the longest time, last time I actually went clothes shopping was in early June. And I haven't been to a Goodwill since March!
sigh I'm sorry this is so long.

^Maile!^

Famous Encounter

so I've decided if I ever find myself in this situation:

I meet someone famous, that I've never heard of, but I have their music on my iPod.

that if they ask me why I have their music, but don't know who they are, my answer will be:

Would you rather me know your name, or your music?

and personally, I think if they're worth knowing, their answer will be "music."


yeah I know, that was a little confusing.

^Maile!^

D'x

I did finally get Fang last week, (I might have said this, I might not have) but I finally started it today. Three hours later, I sadly finished it. (and now I have to wait til early next year to get the next book u_u) And if you know anything about the series, you probably have read online about the ending of Fang. (but I'm not going to ruin it, cuz I'm cool like that) But I will say, that Fang is a Scorpio (a very compatible sign with mine.) and the ending made me cry and sob and sniffle and all other words associated with crying. It was immensely sad and depressing :( and I'm also gonna say, if JP kills off Fang in the next book, I'm gonna go to his house and have a little chat. A friend of mine, Patrick, says that he won't, because he knows what happens (lucky kid) but I wanted to wait... you know, suspense and all, so he didn't tell me. But he says Fang... wait. Not sure if i should say if you haven't read it. How bout that Fang... redeems himself. But anyway, I hope he's right, for the sake of JP's safety and well-being. I'll also be sad if he gives Iggy a girlfriend. AND IF HE DOES ANYTHING BAD AND PERMANENT TO NUDGE, I SWEAR I WILL SUE HIS SORRY AUTHOR ASS. (again, excuse the language) Well i don't want to give much away if you were planing on reading it, so I guess I'll leave you with that.

^Maile!^

(again, you can ignore this if you wanna)

fun times with my buddy Maya!