Day from...

Today I have to say has been one of the most stressful days ever. I feel like someones injected me with cocaine. I can't sit still, and my mind wont stop flying around all the things going on in my life and in school. This morning consisited of poor communication between my boyfriend and I, so we wasted a good 20 minutes of our "chill time" just driving around looking for each other! When we finally did find each other, it was more of a yelling match than a love scene. We had wasted all of our time that we were supposed to be spending hanging out before school looking for one another, and so both of us hott headed as ever, took out our frustrations on each other. However, we did both calm down and apologized. Agreeing that the whole morning was both of our faults. So in our fight and make-up frenzie, neither of us cared to look up at the clock until the 2 minute bell rang to go to class! We were still standing outside! A quick hug and a kiss then it was a mad dash to try to get to class on time. Lucky me, I had to run from one end of the school to the other, passing my teacher on the way (how fabulous). So now my morning had officially had a great start, NOT! Then once getting in class all the stress really set in. I had 3 assingments due that morning, plus a test that we didn't have time last class to take. So I frantically began to do my work. My usual caligraphy looking like chicken scratch, but I got the one assingment done. In my rush to get my work done, I was being as careful as I probably should have, and then the worst happened! My laptop came carrening out of the case, and smashed to the floor, shattering the screen, and all hopes of me having a good day! I finished the test in that class in record time, it took me litterally about 2 minutes, the teacher gave me a skeptical look, but I got a 100% on the test. It came time to sign exemptions and I still didn't have all my work done. I had a 98 in the class, so I just didn't even bother to finish the rest of the work, I couldve failed that test and still got an exemption no problems. So finishing up anything else I needed to do, I grabbed my laptop and took off for the help desk. I found no help there though, I had to go see the V.P. Mr.Burroughs, which was a quick visit, a check for 25$ and now I'm sitting in anatomy! I've calmed down a little bit, but after the morning I've had im just ready to go home!

The Real ALC Experience

I'll start from the very begining, how I manage to find myself sitting in a too small room with about 7 other kids. ALC, or the Alternative Learning Center; a room, correction, box thats called a center? Why it's called a center and is the size that it is I'll never know. My adventures starting with this place started before school itself had. Due to other circumstances, a parent drove me to school this morning, before even pulling all the way into the side drop off, I got out and walked across the street. Upon arriving to my destination I lit up a ciggarette, a daily addiction for me. After my smoke I put out the butt and was on my way to class. However, that trip didn't last long; our Vice Principle quickly found me and there went my morning. So now almost seven hours later; of sitting in a cubicle and absolutly no talking, I have discovered that, its extremely boring! I try to space out all my work, but oh no, even that doesn't help to cure the boredom. I've sat in a little cubicle, and got a small flash of social freedom when we all went to get lunch; but still no relief from the boredom. Occasionally you'll hear the teacher talking to herself, or obnoxiously chatting with her mother on the phone, while complaining she has to much work to do. How ironic is that? Most of the kids in here do what I am, doodling, staring off into space, some sleeping if they can do it sitting straight up. So, ALC is not an enjoyable place, not because its such a harsh punishment, but seroiusly, could it get any more boring?!

Welcome to the New Society

Here recently a new rule has been passed that you can't carry backpacks after Christmas. This decision came from a concern that the mess backpacks are too expensive, and harder to find. I can understand why this decision came about, but guess what, the backpacks are still there. Walmart has mesh bags, which I got mine from walmart, for 3$. 3$, by the way, is almost what it costs for a student to buy lunch at school. So they ban the bookbags that are too expensive, but yet, can charge you the cost of a bookbag for your lunch. Welcome to the new society. This new rule I believe is a ignorant waste of time. The school systems as a whole have "bigger fish to fry", and really shouldn't change something towards the end of the year, if anything, wait until a new year, and then make all the new rules, and even add some. It's not as much that I care about not carrying my books, but I do believe that not carrying backpacks, is going to cause more problems than just carrying out bookbags.

First time-

No, not that kind of first time, but I know you were thinking it. The other day at work was the first time that I've "officiailly" been a waitress. Now what makes it official is me getting a different number to use to clock in, and this one had a much lower pay grade on it. About three dollars an hour to be exact, compared to my usual 7.25 minimun wage, seemed like quite a downgrade. However I love serving, its so much easier. Unbeknowsnt to the owner of the store, I've been taught how to do almost everything, which is probably why everything is so easy. He has his ways of doing things, and timing, so being me i just bypassed all of that and went to my managers. I do believe that my best experience in waitressing so far has been the varietys of customers, and the money(: My first time there was this really really fat guy; and im not all for looking sickly thin is cute, but dang dude! After he ate half the buffet, I tried to take a plate that had nothing but pieces of toppings on it, and I thought he was going to bite my hand off! I tried so hard not to laugh, and he didn't even leave me that great of a tip! I wish the chair would've broke or something, it deffinatly would've made that experience worth it!

"Chill" time in class

Todays been an okay day I guess, extremely stressful for a monday! I had a test in every class today, and a "quest" in math. Yeah, I know, whats a quest? Well, its not big enough to be a test, but not little enough to be a quiz. Teachers are so clever. But there is one thing that I love about this class, the teacher always gives us free time. I usually try to get my homework done first, but some days you just need to chill out. Which is what I would be doing right now. I'm jammin some music with headphones, and blogging. Sounds relaxing right? Well try it for yourself, I think everybody needs just a little bit of time to relax and then get to work. Helps to ease some of the stress of a typical school day. I believe that in every class we should get about 10 minutes, just to listen to music, or sleep, or even just sit and talk. After this then teachers also have more of reason to disicpline when students are doing what they're not supposed to be considering they gave them time at the begining of the period. I also think that it would help students relax and settle into the classroom before starting to work. We should deffinatly have Chill time.(:

Swine Flu

So you know of the most recent pandemic to hit the United States. and half the world. is Swine Flu. We also know that our government has given out these vaccines to help prevent the spread of the infection. The question of the hour is though, to take, or not to take the vaccine? Youtube, has a video published of a woman that had an extremely rare genetic disorder, that causes her multiple handicaps after having taken the swine flu vaccine. Well, my advice is to take the vaccine. I went myself last Tuesday to get the vaccine. It turns out theres actually two forms of the vaccine. Theres a shot, which has a dead virus in it, but also takes longer for you to become immune; and then there's the live version, the nasal spray, that takes less time for you to become immune. I choose the shot version, one I dont like things being stuck up my nose. The shot wasnt painful, short prick and then its over. I encourage everyone to get the vaccine, and dont be discouraged by a rare case.

Box of Memories

"Well, um, this is kinda akward. Why do you need it back? I thought you gave it to me because you wanted me to have it?"
"I did Kira, I still want you to have it, I just need it back, please" Jeremy said.
I looked at him dumbfounded. He had given me his papaws belonings long ago. I loved it that he gave them to me, the only tanagable memories of him, he had given to me. Inside the box were items of his favorite past time, golf; tees, markers, and a small variety of other items. The box was more than a box to me, it was a gift of something not tangable, no image or song could exactly reflect the meaning of his care when he had given me that gift.

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Even though him giving me his papaws box means so much to me, If he needed it I would give it back. I may have doubts about why he would want it back, maybe I'm not what he wants anymore, and this is just an easy way to get back what he wants? Or maybe he doesn't trust me with it anymore? Then again maybe I'm thinking too much about me; in this situation he could just miss his papaw, and want the box back to have those tangable memories again. The ones that even though time will fade, they are objects, and his objects.

If he needed the box I would give it back to him, but I wouldn't let it go without worry and doubt.

Books & Music

Books and Music; Welcome to your escape. The world can be a chaotic, fast-paced, never stop place. When you just need to wind down, and take a breath a relax; curling up with a good book or a pair of headphones can be just the thing. Reality can sometimes not be the most pleasant place, so get lost in a good book. Enveloping yourself in the plot and characters, using your imagination to make a mental movie, and relax. Music also, can be a great escape. Let the rythm and lyrics calm your soul, like a soothing balm to chapped skin. The words you can relate to your life, let them role over and relax you, with each strum or beat, relax and listen to the music. Books and Music are a great way to relax, and lose yourself within your mind, not worry, or stress; just focus on reading the next sentance, or hearing the next verse. Books and Music; Welcome to your escape.

Streneous Fridays

I think today has been the longest Friday of my life. I'm sitting in second period, watching the clock; counting down the seconds until I get to go home. It's been a really good day though, it just seems to be dragging on, and on. I woke up late this morning, and after throwing on some clothes my dad, for once!, decided to bring my sister and I some breakfast. Talk about the shock of my life, he never offers to buy me anything anymore; so what a lovely surprise when a bacon egg and cheese Mcgriddle showed up this morning. That together with my favorite drink, a large diet coke; my morning was going swell! I continued my daily rountine of styling my hair (ha! if you could call it that!) and putting on make-up, you know, girl stuff. I didn't happen to look up at the clock the entire time until my boyfriend had called. I'd been just sitting at home for over an hour! It was almost eight o'clock! I'm usually gone by about 7:30, so this was a bit of a shocker. I still took my time though, and driving to school seemed to take forever too, after the long morning I didn't even want to go to school. Oh well though, I thought that I could make it through two periods. One period down, about 35 minutes left to go, and I'm not dead yet. All and all, it's been a really just chill and mellow day. So enjoy it! Friday means the weekend is here!

UGHHHHH!

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UGH! I had the worst day at work last Thursday! My boss is such a word that I can-not say due to this being a school thing. I am not an idiot, and I do not appreciate being treated like one! The owner of the store/ manager had been gone for most of the shift I was working; I knew he would be back, and dreaded just his presence darkening the doorway. Well as I was minding my own, busing tables and cleaning up like I was supposed to, his green tank showed up, awesome. Of course this event would occur when I was attempting to car far too many dirty glasses to the back, and as fate would seem to laugh in my face; I dropped them. Water, coke, Mr.pibb, Mountain Dew; you name it, it was soaking the floor in a sticky syrupy fashion. So acting quickly to avoid his wrath, I grabbed a mop and began to quickly clean. However, I was far too late to avoid his cursing and yelling. First it was that I didnt put the wet floor sign out, well...maybe because I was going to get a mop? Not like your standing in front of it or anything. Then I don't mop it good enough! I just pushed it all around, well ya know what bud!? Do it yourself then! All the while insulting my intelligance and my ablitly to carry a cup. OH HOW I DISLIKE HIM! Maybe a little bit stronger than dislike actually. So Smile Kira, You work at PizzaRoma(:

Thursday

Today is Thursday, November 5. It's not the best Thursday I've ever had, but it's been a pretty okay day. I got to eat the rolling pin dounuts today! That always makes a great start to the morning, and first period went by like a breeze. Second period usually drags and drags on, especially, when krazy kreke comes in. Oh dear, let me just sumerize this woman up for you. My opinion, she needs to LAY OFF the perkasets, too many darling. The woman herself has bright red hair, and a personality and voice that seems her bright red just look like a flat brown. College, College, College, ACT, ACT, ACT; give me a break woman! Anyways, back to my day. Its only second period now, We're working on our fabulous essays, which Mrs. Mcdaniel gives way to much of. (: I still like you as a teacher though! Third period I'm sure will go by pretty smoothly, even though it's math. After school oh man I can't wait! My bed and a movie sounds great right now. Well...at least until about 4 when I have to go to work. Pizzaroma(where I work) is a pretty cool place I guess...when certain people aren't there. Well, thats how my days been, and hopefully it continues to just be pretty chill day.

The Monday After...

I hate Mondays, usually; but about once every year I have the best Monday ever! This is always the Monday after Halloween! Every usual Monday is filled with headaches and sleep deprivatoin. The Monday after halloween though, might consist of a little sleep deprivation, but mostly ALOT of candy! This isn't just your average halloween candy either, we don't usually have many trick-or-treaters, so mom always gets the candy that we like! This is a variety of snickers, twix, hershery chocolate bars, kit kats, whoppers, 3 muskateers, milkyways, and reeces. So, the best collection of candy ever! The sugar rush usually makes up for the horrile return to school, and makes my day all the more better. Theres no Monday like the Monday after halloween.(:

Halloween!

So my weekend was amazing! I got to hang out with my wonderful boyfriend, and also my new bestfriend, and her boyfriend. It's been awhile since I've got to go out, so this weekend I was planning on alot of fun. Unfortunate as it may be, our plans didn't exactly pan out, but it was almost better that way. I saved money and got to spend time...even if it was sleeping, with my boyfreind. Work was okay I guess, Friday night we were so busy! Thats originally made our plans fall through, after all the people that came in and out that night I was deffinatly too tired to go to Haunted Houses. So that led to a wonderfully cozy night in, and Saturday night went just about the same. We weren't as busy Sat. as we were Fri, but it still wasn't a cake walk. Saturday night was the best, our group hung out and then went back to a friends house to eat candy and watch scary movies. Sunday of course was back to routine, waking up early to go to church, doing a little bit of homework; and then an early, easy going night at work. All in all, I'd say I had a pretty good Halloween.

Freedom at last :D

After watching and waiting for what seemed an eternity, I finally heard the words; Kira, your ungrounded! The black storm that had been following me for a month and a half now dispated into sunny skies and light fluffs of clouds. My heart jumped at the thought of freedom, so the first thing I did? Grabbed my keys so I could drive! The fact that my car probably needed gas, and didn't work due to sitting for so long didn't matter, freedom was handed to me and I was taking it for all it was worth! So I did what any teenager getting ungrounded would do, I took my car and left for the rest of the day. Driving for the first time in that long was amazing! (and so was getting to see the person I had been missing out on for the last month) Being grounded for that long taught me a lesson; I never want to be stuck in my house with no keys for that long again, and I wont be(: Ah, sweet freedom.

Spread love, NOT GERMS!

Here latley EVERYBODY is getting sick; and now the lovely germs have spread to me. With snuffling, sneezing, and watery eyes. Hacking up lungs with every throaty cough. The wonderful aches and body pains that leave you paralyzed in bed, surronding yourself in covers drenched in germs. The pain of breathing in through clogged up noses, and the every present green gunk that appears everytime you blow your nose. A sore throat that makes you feel like you've been breathing fire, and sickly rank breath to match. Not to mention the pounding headache, that seems to have a heartbeat that slams from one ear to the other, racking every thought in your brain as it does. No drink can quench the dryness of the sick throat, and no food can overcome the exhausting fatigue. No smell can penatrate the poor clogged up nose, and no congestant to soothe the quivering lungs. No tylenol to calm the tidal wave of migranes and sinus headaches. Don't you just love being sick?

Oh the frustration

These days it seems my life consists of only two things, School, and work. Now my job doesnt take up too much of School work time, only the spare hours of leisure running that I get to do. However! Some teachers seem to think that I have nothing else to do! I've had so much homework here lately. An anatomy slideshow of the skull, which has about 22 bones in it, thats alot of slides; and adding pictures and descriptions! Geez, thats at least two days worth of work! Now I have a magazine for Government due, one which I was supposed to be in a group of four, but lucky for me,(not), two of the other members decide not to show up for all the work that has to be done. The lovely English teacher, not that I can vent much considering she gets to read this; but she now thinks we can do ten blogs a month. Not that I dont enjoy blogging, but I've been grounded for that past month and a half, so I have no life, therefore I have nothing to write about. Unless people find the scheme of my tiny computer room for a bedroom interesting; which i doubt they do. So life is very frustrating at the moment; too much homework, and no play. Oh dear, its going to be a long semester.

On Fire for Jesus!

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, a little chilly but the sun was shining. My family and I had just gotten out of church and were on the way to Sunday School. We went our seperate ways to class as my sister and I went upstairs to ours, it was absolutly freezing in there! The room was so cold that I couldnt pay attention to anything the teacher was saying, and was instead staring at my frost bitten toes. I told our teacher multipule times about how cold it was, of course she just gave me the be quiet were in the middle of something look. After loosing feeling in my poor frozen toes, I took the initiate to grab an oil heater tucked away at the side of the room. Clay Keugel, being a gentlemen as always, plugged it up for me and turned it on. About 2 seconds into the lovely outpour of heat the thing started going crazy! It was popping loudly and started to let off a burning smell. I waved it off as it was just heating up; it was so cold in there, no way was I going to turn it off! So after a little more intensitfying pops; the smell had doubled. It smelt like burning oil with a combination of burning crap, so I agreed to turn it off, the heater had done its job, and I really didnt feel like burning down the building! So even though the thing almost caught on fire, it made Sunday School way more interesting.(:

The Sun Doesn't Shine Everyday

The writers hand, slim and quick. Paces the page back and fourth, awaiting for the flowering bloom of ideas and thoughts. The stories of action and adventure, with exciting heroics and mischievious bad guys. It seems that the suns not shining quite as bright for the writer today, the bloom just cant fully open. Stuck in a stage between a bulb and the flourish of brightly colored petals with intoxicating intenseness. Our flower of inspiration has been watered well though, streams of ideas and information pouring all around. Quenching the thirst of mind and bloom; yet the page is still empty, there are no brilliantly alliterated lines that shine out far past the pages, expressing the writer in a way that only these words can. The developing bloom still can find no light, no inspiration to burst the flower open with an aray of colors and smells. Instead it is overwatered, and with no light becomes shriveled and cold. A bulb with so much potiential, such exaggerated beautiful blooms; Yet without its inspiration is just a cold, wet thing. No color, no contrast, no life; just a thing that could be, but isn't.
I hate writers block.

A Hero Amoung Us

Everyone has their own personal hero, someone that they look up to, and try to follow after. My hero is my Papaw. My papaw has been not only a father figure in my life, but a coach, a provider, and someone who loves me no matter how bad I seem to screw things up. Through out my life my family and I have been in and out of my mamaw and papaws house, always in and out, coming and going. Through the whole time my papaw has always been there, teaching and coaching me throughout the different experiences in my life; he taught me how to drive, and what to do to get a job. He also helped me in managing and taking care of my car. Though the tough championship games, and long nights of homework, he's always been there for me, encouraging and never letting me quit. He taught me alot about myself, and he, himself, is the best role model I believe a young girl can have. He's a rough man on the outside, weather worn skin from years of hard labor, and sand paper hands show the hardships, but they also show the success. On the inside he's a very moral, and well built man. Always teaching me that I need to work, and be responsible. That no matter what I should be able to take care of myself financially; and that education was the most important thing to acheive. He always thought that hard work was the best thing for people, that it makes them humble, and not think that they are too good to make a hard earned living. His inner side wasnt often seen in public, if anything was seen it was usually his temper; but the heart of this man, my papaw, was pure. Through every hardship that he has ever endured, hes kept the same heart. So caring, and passionate. Once he set his mind to something it would take the devil himself to stop him from doing it. He would always make sure to tell me goodnight, and goodmorning. That he loves me before i left of went to bed. His heart, and will, are the best inspirations to me, he has a drive that makes me want to succeed, and to be like him. To follow in his hard working, but successful footsteps.
He was also my coach for both softball and soccer; and just like my through out my life, he built my skills up there, taught me how to play, and to rely on myself instead of others. He taught me to trust yes, but to only truely rely on one person, myself. My papaws not always been just a big box of smiles though, when it came down to it, he was hard on me. Making sure that his lessons were learned, and not just heard. But all of this, his yelling, coaching, and making me go to work even when I felt like my feet would fall off; all of this has made me stronger. It's made me into the moral, hard working person that I feel I am today. It made strive for big dreams, so as to avoid all the financial stress, and to be able to take care of myself. Everything that he has done for me, everything he has taught me, it made me better; and for him, I am forever grateful. Without my papaw in my life I'm sure that I wouldnt be the same person that I am today, I wouldn't have the same values, and morals that I do, I probably wouldn't of played sports or wanted to work as hard. Because of him, his work, and teachings, and even the kind of person that he is himself, makes me better. I love you Papaw, and you are the best Papaw, provider, teacher, coach, and hero, that I could ever have.

I Believe That Beauty Magaznies Promote Low Self Esteem

I believe, by Savage Garden. Even though this song is more than a little Backstreet Boyish, the lyrics are something so much more. They talk of the unfairness of life, the governments ability to cripple people with financial affairs, and how society places so much importance on the outside qualities, instead of the ones on the inside that matter. This song also talks about yourself, you chose what you become. Your choices, decisions, and actions, everything we do affects us, if we dont take action for the positive, then we are only putting ourselfs back more and more. One line in particular that I love, is "Beauty Magazines promote low self esteem." This is so true in todays society. People today say that if your not a size 00, and have perfect teeth and gorgeous hair, then you dont fit into what society sees a beautify; but is that really what beauty is? Sickly girls who starve themselves to fit into jeans that are too small, and cover their natural beauty with make-up thats too thick, and doesnt show the real you. It's not just women who are affected by societys naviaty. Men too, are subject to harsh discrimation based solely on body type. If you dont have washboard abs and arms that are as big as your head, you too are put on the outside of the social circle. Is this what we are all about; Just the outside picutre? What about the qualities that are on the inside? Being caring, and considerate; has this just become an accessory to the glamorous look of the world? So what is true beauty? Can we acheive it by fitting into those size 00 pants, and having abs that look like a washboard? What if we turned the picture around. Love you, for you, for your body big or small. What if beauty were based on confidence? Being able to say, guess what, I'm not a size 00 but I'm still beautiful! To walk into a room and have heads turn to you, because you have confidence, not because your the skinniest girl in the room, or the guy with the biggest muscles. Why is it, that in the world we live in today, its not about how you feel on the inside, but what you look like on the out? True beauty is what you make of it, not what some over paid, over glamourized hollywood star says it is. Having confidence, and being able to be yourself, to have the confidence to break the mold of being pretty is being skinny. Beauty magazines should promote that I believe, beauty isnt how small you can make your waist line, but how big your heart is, and to gain the confidence to know thats right.