beach. tan. gettysburg. washington d.c.. vacation

ashley's party was the best (:


my first week of summer. one of the worst weeks of my life. wanna hear about it?
too bad, you're hearing about it anyway.

sunday; day one: THE WORST 12 HOUR CAR RIDE IN THE WHOLE WORLD TO VIRGINIA BEACH!

monday; day two: walking the boardwalk, riding at 4 person bicycle, eating, being sick.

tuesday;day three: sick at the hotel all day.

wednesday;day four: BEACH!! and tanning (:

thursday; day five: traveling to uncle mike's, and uncle mike's house for the night.

friday;day six: metro to washington d.c. walking to washington monument, lincoln memorial, and american indian muesum, and then the national's game.

saturday;day seven: GETTYSBURG!!!!!!!! (: the definate best day of the trip.

sunday;day eight: finishing up at gettysburg and traveling back home.

overall, it was an okay trip. the beach was amazing.

gettysburg really touched me though. i loved learning and reading and just absorbing it all.

today we actually watched a video at the museum before we left and i almost cried.

it was so touching and it just was so amazing to me,

even though i read most of the things in the museum and went on the auto tour of the 25 square mile battlefield, i will never fully grasp what the people in the battle of gettysburg went through and how that battle and the war effected them.

the rest of my summer better be good (:

school's out for the summer!!

many good memories were made last night at the beach themed eighth grade graduation dance.
thre was NO six drama. everyone just laid back, relaxed and had a good time (:
laughs were definately shared as we watched kevin and david....
actually i have no idea at all as to what to call what they were doing...
haha
as 8:30 rolled around; nick, josh, zach, mark, and noel's name-less band played live for us.
around 9 or so they were done and the DJ got us back into the groove.
the table of six danced and acted like idiots !!
nick and i shared a couple of dances as well (:
sadly 9:30 did indeed come,
the dance was over as were our middle school years.
tears were shed and hugs were given to the friends who were leaving.
noel and shelley were probably given the most hugs.
when the last of the students had left, stephanie attacked me with a hug.
it made me smile. haha
around 9:45 or 10 i said bye to stephanie, ashley, and nick
even though i would see all of them tomorrow, which is actually today.
overall, it was a great ending to a great three years.
and then i found out that this girl who i'm not really really extra close with,
but we're close friends might be moving next year sometime.
and that's really sad ):
but as long as the six stays in touch and i stay in touch with everyone that's moving..
i think i'll be able to make it through my first year in high school.
(: <3 !
school's out for the summer.

it's so not worth it in the end. no matter how hard we try

i'm sick, tired and done.

i'm tired of the tear-stained faces. i'm tired of fights. i'm discusted with drama. i'm tired of friendships. i'm tired of people telling me what to do. i'm tired of people telling me who to be. i'm tired of people in general. i'm tired of lies. i'm tired of fake people. i'm tired of people keeping things inside. i'm tired of people ganging up on others. i'm tired of work. i'm tired of people judging others. i'm tired of people holding grudges. i'm done with being mad. i'm done with yelling and crying. i'm tired of the fake smiles. i'm sick of people thinking life is some easy ride where they get every little thing that they wish for. i'm sick of parents fighting. i'm sick of divorce. i'm sick of sickness and death. i'm sick of having to have the latest trends. i'm sick of attempting to look good every single day, but failing on most. i'm sick of every little bad thing in the world. i'm sick of terrorists. i'm sick of kids breaking the rules. i'm sick of kids doing drugs. i'm sick of kids drinking. i'm sick of not being able to wear certain clothes because i have big boobs. i'm sick of the earth dying more and more everyday, and some not caring or doing a thing about it. i'm tired of the world.

for right now....i want a break from all this.

right, i'm one person in a world with a population of what?

like 6 billion.

what am i supposed to do is what you think, correct?

i'll change your opinion and mind.

watch me (:

someday, i'll save the world.

<3tj

do a little dance.

everyone says dance isn't a sport, and it either means everything to you or nothing to you. and yeah, dance is a sport and it does mean a lot to me. i take it seriously, and i'm good at it because i take it seriously. and if someone does diss or say anything negative about the studio i dance at or any of the teachers (no matter how mean they may be. unless the person dances there, then it's okay) i will get defensive. i've been a dancer at DBS for nine years. and i've learned a lot about my body and the way i can move and express myself through movement in those years. the dancers and teachers there have become like my third family, i've met some of my close friends there as well. and we already have dance in common so from there we're all set! one of my very best friends from the studio is one i met last year, her name is tarryn. i met her in my friday hip hop class one day, and then came to realize she was also in my wednesday jazz class. so her and myself got really close. but that's off topic really. dance gives you a way to get away from everything that's bugging you. it lets you slip into this unknown world, that makes you feel at ease. ahhh, i guess dance and writing are two of my favorite things that let me get away from reality and drama, because everything can be absolutely perfect. (:

schooltime can be funtime. in tech

right now, emma and i happen to be in IAtech class, on blogger...BLOGGING!!
that makes me smile wide.

well, us dandy candy eighth graders received our hardcover, free yearbooks yesterday!
perdddy exciting. they're really pretty (:
i think i should name mine...hmmm...maybe not.

ohmyohmyohmygoodyness! today the eighth grade french and spanish classes have a fiesta!! with tacos from hot harry's. yay yay yay fun fun fun
i cannot wait. i shall not be eating lunch today, so i can chug down two tacos.

hahahahaha dodododo dadadada dededededede.
ohhhh mann i'm cool

BRRRRRRINNNNGGGGGGGG!! oh goodness did you hear that bell? well time for gym (:
catch up with you later, alligator (:

one-five

fifteen days until eighth grade is over.
fifteen fateful days until we face our uncertain futures for the rest of our lives.
fifteen days until we have four years until we find out who's going to be
the worker at burger king or the rich lawyer in New York City.
fifteen days until the best summer of the six's lives,
the summer where we aren't going to plan anything,
the summer where we're going to live for the spur of the moment.
fifteen days until i'm in high school.
fifteen days to act like a goof.
fifteen days before we have the summer to grow up for real.
fifteen days before we can run around barefooted in the sand.
fifteen
fifteen days...
fifteen spiraling days....
fifteen days.....

nineteen total days; fourteen school days

fourteen heartwrenching school days until we graduate.

fourteen school days until the summer welcomes us with warm, open arms.

nineteen purely amazing total days until we say good-bye to Nessacus.

nineteen total days until freedom, (well at least for two months)