Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow
Sofy:
We have come to a very important decision. Ms. Coggio, today in English class, had a talk with some of us about blogs. This whole confusion started with Renato’s blog’s name thing, which led to people, including us, leaving rude, insulting comments to each other. We have all already appologized, but again here I am, saying sorry once again, because we know that the things that were being written here were mean and hurtful.
I’m sorry Renato, for making such a big deal out of something like that, and you know that we were just very upset because anything to do with our friendship is very important to us, even when it might be immature to others. But that’s no excuse for the things I said to you. And I’m sorry Ms.Coggio, for making you feel the way you did. Like I said in class, I’d never thought of it that way, and I know that I would feel SO incredibly guilty if you got in trouble because of us. I’m lucky to have you as my teacher. Any other person would have gotten us into trouble with Davi or something, but you talked to us and worked things out. That’s why you’re so great, Ms.C. You understand us and give us a chance to explain our side of the situation. You know that we not only consider you a teacher, we consider you a friend. So I’m sorry.
Well, our little talk with Ms.C made us realize that maybe this blog thing wasn’t working that well. First of all, this was supposed to be Cary’s, Alvy’s, and my blog, but now Cary isn’t writing anymore. Also, we were writing about some things we shouldn’t be writing about and causing fights. So our conclusion was that we shouldn’t write anymore. In this blog, anyway.
As you people know, I want to be a writer when I grow up, and I absolutely LOVE writing. But the way I like to write is when I’m not being careful about everything, afraid that someone will read it. In the beginning, I told Cary I didn’t want to tell people the adress of our blog. She convinced me in the end, anyway. I write more freely (if that’s a word) when I don’t have to be thinking “Oooh, that teacher might read it” or anything like that. So this is all for the best.
Alvy:
As Sofy said, we will no longer be writing. We felt very embarassed in our meeting with Ms. Coggio. After that meeting, I asked Sofy if she really wanted to continue this blog thing and we decided it’s not worth it. We aren’t really getting anywhere with our blog, who wants to know about the lives of sentimental 7th graders who only care about themselves anyway? We also decided that deleting the blog would be too extreme, therefore, we will leave it up here for people to see our memoirs since the time we made it until the time of the fight (And the post of the fight is no longer here, it was limited edition post, well, tough luck…) I don’t know how I would write ever again in this blog, after Ms. Coggio’s speech, I’d be shameless by writing more, especially because it’s a hobby, and not something I ever want to work on, it’s a thing that has no future for me, so it will be easy to give up on. I hope you have fun reading about happy and sad times in our lives, since it’s all you’ll get from now on. I guess this is goodbye… thank you everyone for everything and even though we have stopped writing, keep commenting, we’ll still answer your comments and we’ll keep checking back, although our decision is permanent… So let these words be the last written in our blog: “Goodbye, and I think we’re finally on our way.”
Outback
Sofy:
Nothing real interesting happened today, but I’m bored and I feel like writing.
I had a fight with my brother in the car coming back from school. I was talking to my dad and my brother asked me to be quiet, so I did. And I was already pissed off then, because I have THE RIGHT to talk. And I asked to change the CD, and before my mom could pass me the CD case, Rafa got it and chose some dumb Beatles CD. Come on. The Beatles are so over. And then I started sulking and I finally asked my mom to turn the volume very low, and my dad started saying I was being immature. So I stopped being rude and told him very nicely “Look, dad, it’s fine with me if Rafa doesn’t want us to talk. But he chose this CD, and the one before it, so I think it’s only fair if I get to choose it now.” So he let me. But then Rafa started saying “Oh, don’t choose something like Christina Aguilera or Gwen Stefani or anything. Choose something that everybody LIKES.” Jerk. I ended up not choosing anything and leaving that dumb CD, because I knew that whatever I chose, mom and Rafa would say that it’s too noisy or something. And Christina and Gwen ROCK, btw. I don’t get people who don’t like them.
Ok, so now I have to shower real quick and get dressed because we’re going to Outback. Bye.
Oscar Mayer Wieners
Sofy:
I just watched this great episode of Oprah. It was that one where a bunch of memorable guests come back on the show to give people updates on their lives and stuff. It was awesome. The one that I liked the most was the last one. They first showed a clip of this little boy singing this totally weird song, and at first I didn’t know what the hell was going on, and then the boy came back on the show, and he’s like 14 or 15 now, and he sang the song again, more CLEARLY. And it was HILARIOUS. Seriously. Any song that ends with the phrase “cuz if I were an Oscar Mayer wiener, everyone would be in love with me” HAS to have a person falling off the couch and rolling around the floor laughing hysterically.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t that funny. But come on…the dude was talking about being a frikin sausage, for godssakes.
And also, today I got a 85 on my Geography quiz. And then during the rest of the class he was asking out random questions for extra points on the quiz, and I got 1 question and a half right, so technically I got 100!!!
And we’re in our badminton unit in P.E. right now, and it is sooo cool. We were basically laughing the whole class. And the three of us are actually pretty good at it, so besides having fun, we get good grades!
Oh, and Cary and I got back to being friends. It was sort of a natural thing, you know? We just started talking again. But keep your promise this time, Carol.
Math
Sofy:
Since I missed a day of ERB’s last week, I had to do the makeup (make up?) test thingy, and it was during Math class. And in the beginning, Ms.Hogan asked me if I had done my homework, and didn’t know wtf she was talking about, cuz I had no idea we had homework. So I said no, and she had those weird, icy, you-deserve-to-be-killed teacher look, and then after what felt like a century of staring at me, she let me go do the makeup test. By the way, I don’t get why the hell she wasted precious time of my life, that I will never get back, just staring at me. It’s not as if it would magically cause my homework to appear. But anyway. After I finished the ERB’s, I considered going to class but then I decided that I would walk around a little bit, because come on. I had an excuse to miss MATH. And when I was coming back from my long trip up the ramp to see if the art teacher was there, I saw Pam in the hallway and she was like “Sofy, you have to start doing your homework, meu. You grade is going like [hand gesture that meant 'down']“. And when I walked into the classroom and sat down, Silvia and Gio A. and a bunch of people were saying that I had a D-, and I got angry because, I mean, it was MY grade. Ms.Hogan had no right of telling everybody. It’s my private business, and I tell whoever I like, not whoever SHE likes. But then my mind did a weird confusing flashback thingymajig, and I remembered what the homework was, and I flipped the pages of my notebook and found out that I haaaaad done it after all. I had finished it in class, since I’m such a mega genius. And I showed it to her and she had to bring my grade back up to the safe little B that I worked very hard for. haHA. IN YOUR FACE, MS.HOGAN!
And today I went to the dentist, which was boring. And there was this pregnant lady sitting across from me and she kept smiling at me all the time. And then this scary guy with a bushy moustache came in, and then this fifty year old woman who was wearing these super high, high, high platform shoes with these shiny strappies, which she was way too old for.
And the funniest thing happened today too. I was in the kitchen with my little brother, talking about How I Met Your Mother (which he also loves) and making sandwiches, and I was telling him about this episode where Ted calls Lily a grinch. Grinch is actually a word he uses when he means ”bitch”, because since he’s telling the story to his kids, he can’t use bad words. But then I remembered that I had read in the CBS site that Grinch was actually a four letter word, so it couldn’t be bitch. And a lot of people thought it was the C-word, and when I told Danny he didn’t know what the C-word was, so I said “You know. The C-word! The one that rhymes with hunt…”, and he guessed what the word was, and asked me what it meant because he didn’t know, and I didn’t tell him, of course, since I’m such a great sister. I just said it was a word he shouldn’t ever say, and when my older brother walked in Danny was like, “Rafa, what’s [c-word]” (I’m not gonna write it because I don’t like that word) and Rafa stopped a bit and looked at him, and then said he wasn’t gonna tell him either. He kept repeating it and asking me what it meant, but I finally got him to leave me alone by telling him that if I ever knew of him saying that word ever again, I would slice neck off his body and eat it like a hamburger, and steal his PSP. He’s so manipulative…
And also, I checked out TWO books today. Gallows Hill, by Lois Duncan, and The Martian Chronicles, by Ray Bradbury. AND I’m already reading Bridget Jones’s Diary and The Witch of Blackbird Pond. I think this is a VERY great improvement.
Sofy is Sensitive for Sugar
Alvy:
Today was a weird day. The cantina food was finally fantastic today, the juice wasn’t bad, they had cake, cotton candy, popcorn, and pastel (It’s a very famous food here, and it’s real good!) and unfortunatly, Sofy had cotton candy. It was just like in my sister’s party when she got drunk, but this time, it wasn’t one gulp of wine, it was a whole cotton candy thing. She got weird all day long, only because of the damn cotton candy, she got totally sugar drunk, and even started to talk weird to the teachers, like she came to Erika (Our arts teacher) and asked: “Erika, may I pee?” and I had to tell every teacher that it was the sugar talking.
I asked her if she wanted to be a pregnant slave for my History project but she said “no”, aw, who in the world doesn’t want to be a pregnant slave in a soap opera for a history project? I’m going to have to ask her tomorrow, oh no, coz she’s gonna have a hangover, so i’m gonna have to ask her monday, and if any of you guys see Sofy eating candy again, tie her to a chair and eat the candy right on front of her so she would suffer… Muahahaha! no, just kiding… just laugh now that you know this.
Bug Babies and Titles
Sofy:
Today for Science class we had to get in groups and make babies. We used play-doh and toothpicks and stuff. It was fun. Hehe, I just read that again and it sounds like I’m describing some weird kinky sex activity. But no, it was a lab experiment. We’re studying genetics, so we each made up characteristics for two make-believe bug parents, then we put together their baby, made out of play-doh.
Then for English we had to work on this essay, and mine is about child abuse, and all I needed was a conclusion and a title. The conclusion was pretty easy, but I CANNOT find a title. It’s just not possible. I’m not capable of putting all my thoughts into five little words. And Ms.C tried to help, but most of her help consisted in saying “Yes it is possible. Don’t say you can’t do it. This coming from a girl who wrote a 12 page story overnight?”, so it wasn’t really helpful. But then after school I bugged her for so long about it being impossible that she finally gave me helpful help.
In Math we had boring things that I didn’t pay attention to, because Gio and I were busy making shapes with the play-doh we had stolen from Science class.
And Ms.C, don’t be mad at me for writing that your help was unhelpful (if thats a word), ok? I ended up using your helpful help. And BY THE WAY, my short story was NINE pages long, which is perfectly reasonable, and I didn’t write it overnight!
McDonald’s
Sofy:
Let me start off with McDonald’s. We watched that Super Size Me movie for Health today. That movie is just such a load of crap. McDonald’s is good, people, and you know it. Big deal if you get obese. If you don’t wanna be fat, that don’t eat too much. It’s all about controlling yourself. And the dude also said that the nuggets are made from the breasts of chickens with big breasts. But nuggets are the best thing in McDonald’s, even if they’re made of saggy chicken boobs. And after watching all that red and yellow on TV, I was hungry so I convinced my mom to take me to McDonald’s. And I HAD NUGGETS.
This morning I watched the last episode of How I Met Your Mother’s second season. Now I have to wait four months until I get to see the third season. (That is, IF they don’t cancel it)
Also, since I was sick this week, my parents bought a bunch of those pills for my throat, and they gave me the whole packet, which was suuuuch a mistake, because I had all of them yesterday. They’re just addictive.
3:00, Sunday
Sofy:
I’m all sick again. It’s this damn cold weather that makes everybody runny-nosed and depressed with all its windy grayness. I have to keep the tissue box right next to me because I sneeze every two seconds, and I’m wearing so much clothes I look like a snowman, I swear. My stomach also hurts because I ate too many pancakes for breakfast and too much curry for lunch. And those two do NOT mix well. Especially when breakfast is at 11:30 and lunch is at one.
Yesterday night my brother came into my room and I just knew he was gonna ask something, but before he did, we had a pretty interesting conversation about things that aren’t interesting. He kept trying to say something, and I was looking at our blog search terms thingies, so he only got to say “If you help me, I’ll-” before I interrupted him with something stupid, like “Hey, what’s ‘karate footjob’? What’s footjob? Does it have anything to do with handjobs or other kind of ‘jobs’? Or is it just a job about feet?” or “Who would search ‘vibrators and pregnancy’, in quotes, and get to our blog?” I’m so retarded sometimes, am I not? (And now we’re gonna get even more weird people getting to our blog)
Turns out he just wanted me to make waffles with him, and he ended up convincing me. It was fun. We talked about school, movies, books, anything. And the waffles were goooood.
(Stops writing so that she can blow her nose)
So now it’s three o’clock. The end of the weekend. And I still have the end of a portuguese book to read, part of an English essay to do, and the 4th American Pie movie to watch (No Alyson Hannigan in it, but I watched the first three, so whatever). And I’m so not in the mood to do these things…not even the movie. If Alyson was in it, I would watch it right now (Well, actually I’d have watched it before), but she isn’t so I’m not that much looking forward to it.
This Week
Sofy:
This week was pretty great. On Thursday I was sick so I got to go home early and not do P.E or Math, and after my mom picked me up we went to the mall, which is always great, even if you’re sick. Then after the mall I went to get my hair cut, and I cut it reeeeally short. I can’t even tie it back anymore, which is bad. But my friends said it looks nice, and even my brother said it looks cute, so it’s okay. In the morning when I was in History class, Daniel kept saying I looked firm (I still don’t get what the heck he meant by that) and adult and grownup, even when I said I didn’t want to be a grownup. And I couldn’t even call him an asshole because Ms.C was right there.
I finally found a book worth spending my time on. This last week I tried to read Anywhere But Here, which I had already read, and in my opinion is the greatest book ever written, but I got to the conclusion that it isn’t a book that should be read twice. It gets boring. Then I was looking through my mom’s books to see if she had anything non-portuguese, and found, actually, TWO books that interested me, which were Bridget Jones’s Diary and Sex and the City. I can’t believe I never knew my mom had these. I’m reading Sex and the City, and it’s pretty cool so far.
Tomorrow is Mother’s Day, so we’re going out for breakfast together, and later I have skating, which I haven’t been to in two weeks. So it should be a good day.
Also, I had this crazy dream where I was in a boat with these bunch of other people I didn’t know, and then the boat capsized and we all fell into the water. I didn’t have any problems swimming, and that’s strange because I’m pretty bad at swimming in real life. And I felt weirdly drawn to this other girl, but I didn’t know who she was, and she was screaming, and when I swam to her I saw that her foot was caught in one of those fishing hook thingies, and it was being pulled to god knows where, so I told her I had to get her foot off the hook so I pulled her really hard and her foot ripped but she didn’t even scream that time. And then I woke up.
I just felt like writing about the dream.
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.
