saturday feb 28, my fake birthday

February 29th is my birthday. Technically, I'm four years old. This year I don't have my real birthday, but I celebrate anyways. Saturday to Sunday I have a hotel room at holiday inn express. I always try really hard to make fun birthday plans for all my friends and I, but everything always ends up going wrong. Three of my best friends are fighting. And they've all said the same thing: I don't want to go to your party if she's going to be there. It makes me so angry that they'd be doing this to me. First off, it's not about them... for once. I spent all my money on this hotel room just so I could get all my friends together and have fun... and they don't even want to come because all they are thinking of is themselves. I don't believe in revenge, but I'm thinking of what I should do for there birthdays. How about absolutely nothing? : )
Of course I'll probably end up doing something really nice for them anyways. I'm not one for revenge after all...

only 6 words

Lost from road, but finding sidewalk

love

I love my family. How could I not? In their own way, they're always supportive and there for me when I need them. My cousins and I are really close, too. I'd choose a day with them over my friends, just becasue I've known them my whole life and they could never disappoint me.
But I do love my friends. Without them my life would be pretty boring and lame.
And, yes, I've fallin in love with a boy before. At first I think they're perfect and everything is wonderful. But truthfully I had just played them up to be perfect, and really they aren't that great. And that's how things end.

My Performance

I feel like I've been doing very well this year. I am on the honor roll and I have a 3.7 GPA. My grandma was a teacher, and she was always very concerned about grades. Before she died I promised her I would letter in academics. I thought that that was achievable, because I know I will finish this year with good grades. But now I don't even know if I can keep my promise to her. Because, as I just found out, it takes two consecutive semisters of a 3.7 GPA to letter academically. So even if I finish this year with my GPA up, it won't matter. Since it has to be two semisters in a row.
This being true, I feel like I shouldn't even try anymore. I know that it will be impossible for me to be on honor roll my whole senior year. It will be just too hard, especially with my science and math classes.
I think I do well in journalism, though. I know I struggle with deadlines, but I'm doing great with these new deadlines. I already have rough rafts for my stories. It feels good to be ahead of the game.

a sad but interesting blog found

http://whatikilledtoday.blogspot.com/

I went to this blog called what I killed today. This guy works with a lot of injured wildlife and he talks about all the animals he couldn't save from day to day. Like a 12 year old cat with a tumor or a dwarfed hamster. If you read some of the entries, the way he writes it makes you feel really bad for the animals. I think even if you strongly hated animals, you'd still feel sad.
I read this one blog entry by this guy and thought it was interesting. He said that it's not unlikely for an animal to give up and die shortly after an owner has died. I wonder if my cat would feel bad enough to give up on life if I died... probably not.

be better grandma!

This sunday is the slipknot, but more importantly Coheed and Cambria, concert. All the plans are worked out. The ride to and from Iowa is ready. The tickets are ready. My friend and I have our punk outfits ready.
I've been looking forward to this for months! But there's one slight problem...
My grandma had another stroke.
She hasn't eaten in four days. She's in the hospital and she's not doing very well.
To my dismay, my dad had to take my car to Elwood to go be with his sister and brother. Since my brothers car died, he took my dads up to college. Which is why he had to take mine, because my mom wanted to keep her car in Fremont just in case we have to go up there.
And we are pretty sure we'll have to. It's just a matter of time.
I can't wait to go to the concert... but I might be attending a funeral instead.
Sometimes things just don't workout...

expert

I'm an expert at being a friend. I can never get mad at people, but when I do my anger doesn't last more than an hour. And I stink at yelling at people because I never know what to yell about. I like to be there for people and listen to them talk. And if they're feeling down I try my best to cheer them up with as much humor as I can muster. But I also know when to be serious. Especially when dealing with a friend with a broken heart. If a friend calls and says they need me I'll be in my car within seconds and be on my way... unless I'm at work or school or the shower or something along that lines. If a friend needs my opinion I'll happily give it. But I won't express it unless it's needed and/or wanted. Because sometimes a friend can guess what your opinion is and don't always want to hear it.
To me the most important thing about friendship is trust, laughter, and love!