Adults.
This being grounded thing sucks. My little brother and I were in the house alone since my mom had to take my older brother someplace and my dad was working. And I was listening to music, and I had the earphones on because Danny was complaining about the noise. So when my parents called I didn’t hear the phone, and apparently they kept calling until finally, I hear the shrill annoying ring of the stupid phone. But when I answered the line was dead. So I called my dad again, because I had seen in the caller thingy that it was him who had called. But no one answered.
And they got home five minutes later, and I had just gotten into the internet when my dad slammed open the door. And he looked at the screen, and since my homepage is TV.com, he got even angrier because he thought I was using the internet for stuff other than homework. And he asked me why I hadn’t answered the phone, and I explained and he didn’t believe me, of course, because adults never seem to believe me. So now I’m in a new level of grounded. I don’t have any good DVDs in my room anymore, and I think he might not let me even watch them on this weekend. Which majorly sucks, because I just got my How I Met Your Mother DVD yesterday. Now all I have to do this weekend is read stupid books, which I am being forced to read. Reading against my will. Reading when I don’t want to read. I’ve read all the books in this world worth reading, and the rest are all boring.
This is just so unfair. He should just listen to me and he would see that this stuff is only happening because my shitty life is against me. I got bad grades because Ylane and Rodrigo are mean and hate me. I got double-grounded because of my stupid idiotic good for nothing homepage. (Actually it’s a great site, but I’m just pissed off)
And today I got an 64% on my History test. Now let me prove just how wrong this is. Rodrigo always says that if we use pen for the test, we can complain about him grading wrong later, if we use pencil, we can’t, because we could just erase our answers and say he marked it wrong. I used pen. The test was all multiple choice, and for this one question, I circled an answer, but then decided it was wrong, crossed it off, and circled the answer above it, which turned out to be the right one. And today he gave us back the test and this question, with the crossed off answer and the right answer, was marked wrong. So I went to talk to him about it, and he said that he couldn’t see which one I had circled. What an idiot. A blind idiot. A blind idiot asshole that I wish so much would get hit by a bus (okay, I’m being a bit dramatic, but whatever). Every person in the class agreed that he should have marked the question right. But he still didn’t change it. Than one question could’ve gotten me from a D- to a C! Which okay, isn’t very good, but isn’t a fail, either! He should get fired. And he should also get glasses. Well, he already has them, but he should get better ones.
Ants everywhere!!!! They’re stalking me!!!!
Cary:
They are everywhere!!! And I mean inside the house!!!
There’s ants ON the computer, IN the computer, UNDER the computer!!! And I’m not really an insect lover.. so everytime I see an ant I get the nearest possible object and kill them. Like I did now and the nearest possible object was a pen. As we all know pens aren’t that thick so while I smashed it I could hear her little scream, and I could see her suffering face while I killed her. I felt bad for her (ANT) but it’s better having her dead than crawling on me and on my hmwrk.
My mom always fights wiht me because when I kill an insect
(there’s a wholwe lot of types of insect in my house, it’s like a florest)
I just let them there… dead…. I mean it’s disguting to get it and throw it away. And once I missed it when I tried killing it with the cell phone, ( I really meant it when I said nearest possible object) the ant ran and after shaked her butt at me because I didn’t kill her. But that’s like
one week ago so I probably already killed her… HAHAHAHA!!
Sometimes this school don’t make sense…
Cary:
This week was the spirit week. Each day there’s a “costume” or a certain clothes you “have” to wear. That’s fine with me… after all I don’t participate in most of them. It was when I read in the morning bulletin that today was emo day. OMG! I mean look the level of prejudice, they’re saying that emo is a costume. And it’s really someones personality and how they feel. I don’t get this school. I mean if we’re in class and someone fall and we start laughing (including the person who fell) the teacher says that we’re mean. And we can’t be bully. I mean HELLOO! It’s funny man! And if we don’t laugh with simple moments in our lives we are we going to laugh then!! When someone tells a joke!! NOO (Most of the jokes aren’t that funny) So.. going back to my topic.. I think the school should be careful with things they come up to do.
Maybe they didn’t mean to discriminate, or make fun of emos.
But still, it was something really mean to do.
Well, my hope is that they’ll be more creative next year.
Writing
Sofy:
I gotta write this essay on how teaching is a multi-faceted job. I hate these sort of topics. Teachers give them to you just to test how many different ways you can say the same exact thing. And they expect us to write a lot, too! Like in my Science Fair. I wanted to prove that homework was useless (I ended up proving that homework is useful, but that’s not the point). And for our backgound information we were supposed to write 2-5 pages. I mean, how much can you write about homework?! I ended up writing a very repetitive page and a half, but she accepted it and said it was good. I don’t think she read it, because I know it was awful.
Back to the teacher essay thing. I actually wrote five paragraphs. They suck, but I wrote them. And we have to hand it in tomorrow, and I don’t want to because it’s for Ms. C’s class, and I always hand in good work in Ms. C’s class.
But the problem is that I’m not even finished. I still need a conclusion. I don’t get conclusions. I don’t get essays. They’re stupid and complicated and have too many rules and I don’t like them. I have no idea what to write for my conclusion. Ms. Coggio told me today in class and I remember what she said but I still don’t know what to write. I mean, I know what to write, I just don’t know how to write it. I don’t know why I need a conclusion. In the whole essay I talked about how teaching is a multi-faceted job, so any person with a brain should see that my opinion is that TEACHING IS A MULTI-FACETED JOB.
I think I’m just gonna hand it in like this. If she were here, I would ask my mom to help me, because she should know. But she isn’t so I really have no alternative but to hand it in like this, with only the spelling corrections. Sorry, Ms. C…
My Room
Sofy:
Yesterday I finally finished the Buffy game. I spent like three hours playing, because I didn’t want to keep it for another whole week because Alvy has already been so nice by lending it to me. I took a long time to defeat the last dude, The First (hehe, that sounds weird. The last dude is The First. He’s called The First Evil). I kept dying. I also watched this great movie with Sarah Michelle Gellar, called Cruel Intentions. It’s so cool.
Today after lunch my mom called me to her room to show me some stuff that she found in the internet for my room. I’m not sure why, but we’re remodelling my room. I don’t want to do that. I like my room. It’s a mess, but it’s my mess. And I like it. See, my mom thinks I’m still seven, so whenever we’re buying things for my room, she goes for the flowers and butterflies and stuff. I hate that stuff. Even when I was seven I hated that stuff. I’m really not a very girly girl. I like pink and stuff, but what idiot doesn’t like pink? Face it, people. It’s a great color. Anyway, I don’t like the stuff my mom buys for my room. But I never tell her, because I’m too scared I’ll hurt her feelings and I don’t want to do that. I know that I should tell her, because she’s wasting money on these things, but still…
Another problem is how big my wardrobe is. I really wish I could have a closet, one of those you can walk into and all, but whatever. Not enough space for that. And my mom thinks that my wardrobe should be really small. I want a big wardrobe. For a lot of clothes. But she insists on picking a small one, saying that I don’t need all that space.
Well now I have to go to the mall to the skating rink. So bye.
Happy Birthday
Alvy:
Happy Birthday Ms. Coggio! I wish you a wonderful day today, because you deserve it. Like I said before, I hope it doesn’t rain, because you told me before that your birthday day always rains! and don’t be mad if I don’t have your present by monday, it’s because my parents are traveling and I don’t have much money. Once again: Happy Birthday!!!
Blog Update
Alvy:
I have made links to some of our favorite videos at the menu bar, so you can check out whatever we mention in the blog! I have put 3 videos for now…
Hikaru Utada – Hikari: This song is so soothing, I just love it, and you might be familiar with it from the videogame “Kingdom Hearts.” I had mentioned Hikaru Utada in my last post, so get the chance to see how she sings live, I put up this video.
Ashley Tisdale – Be Good To Me: This video, I have also mentioned in a previous post, and it’s a song from Ashley Tisdale’s first album, “Headstrong” so if you like the song, you can buy the whole CD, because they’re all great.
Christina Aguilera – On Our Way: Of course, “On Our Way” could not be left out, it is the name of our blog and it’s a song that we admire and it has very special meaning. This is not a music video, it’s the song playing while it’s showing a picture of Xtina.
I hope you like all the changes in “On Our Way” leave a comment for improvements or if you like the blog as it is now, we love comments!
Rude…Yeah, Right
Sofy:
So today I got home from school, took a shower, and went to Iguatemi to buy Ms. C’s present and lots of new clothes for me. Then when my mom and I left, we picked up my brother at the game at school, and went home, and during the car ride my mom starting giving me another one of those annoying lectures of hers.
First of all, I want to make sure that none of you people believe that this is true, because it isn’t and she was basing herself on nothing. She started saying that I’m rude sometimes, and I never laugh or smile and that gives people the wrong first impression of me. That’s so not true. Ask anyone at school. I smile all the time, and I’m always laughing too. My friends sometimes joke that I laugh too much.
It really hurts me that she would make this conclusion after like one or two occurences. I mean, I’m only really, really rude to people at “that time of the month”, and no one can really blame me for that. No girl feels like being nice on those days.
And then my brother jumped in and said that he thinks I’m too influenced by my friends, and I hide my real personality so that I can fit in. What a jerk. This is my real personality. If he doesn’t like it, then it’s his problem. Don’t walk around with me anymore. It’s not like I enjoy hanging out with idiots like him. He’s so annoying some times. Just because he’s older, he thinks he’s supposed to get all insightful about my “problems”.
Getting back to my mom. So she said that if I continue to act like this, I’m probably gonna grow up and be someone lonely. She obviously doesn’t know me. I barely ever act rude. I remember a bunch of times when we were at a restaurant and the waiter came and took our orders, and when he finished and walked away, I had to say thank you because no one else bothered. So if anybody is rude, it’s the rest of my family, not me.
Hikaru Utada
Alvy:
I hope you’ve all noticed the makeover we’ve done in “On Our Way,” in which, in my opinion, is so much prettier.
Well, now lets get back to the title of this post. Hikaru Utada is my favorite JPop singer, and one of my favorite singers. I wanted to introduce her to you guys if you never heard about her.
Hikaru Utada (Or Utada Hikaru as she is also known) was raised in the United States, but she has Japanese decendense, therefore, she knows japanese and English. She first made a band with her parents, and it was named U3 (Utada 3) and later on, she named the band Cubic U. She started her career being named in Europe and the US as Cubic U, and in Japan as Hikaru Utada (Her real name) and of course, after many singles, she started to win fame and all, and even beat the record in Japan of most albums sold, she sold 6 million copies of “First Love” (Her first album) in which by the way, it’s weird, because Christina Aguilera sold like 25 million copies of her 4th album, “Back To Basics.”
After some time, Hikaru became the best known JPop singer, and I introduced her to Sofy and now, even though we don’t understand anything she says in most of her songs, we just love her voice and the rhythm of the songs. The only album that we actually understand is “Exodus” because it’s in english, (Ms. Coggio probably remembers when I asked her what “Exodus” meant) and it’s one of the best albums I ever heard. I recommend Hikaru Utada’s album if you want a stunning vocalist with awesome beats in the same song.
P.E.
Sofy:
So today we had P.E. I was actually excited. Not because it was P.E (because we all know that wouldn’t happen) but because there was a test on handball and I thought I was gonna get a good grade.
I didn’t.
I got a 3/5. 60%. D-. I swear that teacher hates me. Everything she commented on me was bad. I got the worst grade in the class. She said my pass wasn’t good, I didn’t participate, I talked to much, I stayed on one place. She was SO lying about everything here.
My pass is great. So what if I don’t bring my hand back behind my head and then throw it, like an idiot? People can still catch easily. I DID participate. Ask any of the people in my group. I was always open, I called for the ball, I tried to score. What more does she want? I didn’t talk either.
But still, the worst grade in class. Even this other girl, who was always telling me not to send her the ball because she didn’t want to play, got a four out of five. It’s so unfair. Teachers like this shouldn’t be hired.
So after Alvy and I finished planning her slow, bloody, painful death (where she would float up to the sky and get caught in the airplane fan thingy thing) we went to art class. It was great. At least that to cheer up the day.
