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Last night I kep having dreams that were so much like reality I would wake myself up and think what just happened, happened. Like one I was at dinner with some friends and I was texting my cousin and his friend. When I woke up I knew that yes I was in bed but I thought that I really went to dinner and I was texting them. Then I felt really bad cause then I thought, well I probably didn't text them back. So I checked my phone and then I realized it was only a dream. My next dream was that I was watching the price is right and David was in the crowd with a bunch of southwest people and they were all dressed in southwest attire, except for David. They were all jumping around and crazy and David just sat there and thought it was weird to wear southwest stuff. So David for a few hours you were being a boring price is right participent. I love dreams. They are the only time that everything you want to happen will. I don't remember any other ones right now. I just now that I was really confused when I woke up ridiculously early today. I seriously could have convinced myself that I went to he moon because I was so impressionable in my dreams. I have been lately. So if I call you and tell you something ridiculous, it was only a dream. Now I'm going back to my dreamland to confuse myself even more.


Maleena

These Aren't Tears of Sadness, They're Tears of Joy I'm Just Laughing Ha Ha Haha Ha

Well I'm not exactly sure what this blog is about. I will tell you now, I hate people. I hate men women old people little kids and teenagers. This does not include immediate family and everyone in Utah. Anyways I've realized that people are irritated and confusing. They want everyone to do everything for them. And what's funny EVERYONE DOES. Someone can be treated like crap by someone but they will still do anything for them. For example this kid in my biology class. He is a senior in a freshmen biology class. He treats all the girls like crap. But since he is a senior of course they will sharpen his pencil and give him the answers and pick up his papers. It's ridiculous. I'm always like you have got to be kidding me she did not just sharpen his pencil when he sits two feet away from the sharpener, oh wait! She did. Stupid stupid stupid. People these days. Hen there are they people who just like to confuse you. You don't know how to handle them so you just smile until you finally figure out what's going on. I really hate those people. Why? I hate being confused. Very much.

That's all I have to rant about at the moment.

Maleena

Cinnamon Buns, I es tired

And When It All Goes to Hell, Will You Be Able To Tell Me Sorry With a Straight Face?

So you may remember a while ago I wrote a blog about certain songs that spark certain memories. Well recently that has been happning again but in a different way. Let me explain. There is a song that I used to listen to over and over and over again. Pretty soon I listened to it too many times and lost interest. Well lately I have been listening to it again. And now everytine I hear it I get really really happy. You see, I don't know why. There is no specific memory or any memory that comes to mind when I hear it. Just any mood I'm in sad, mad, frustrated, confused, etc I will perk up and be really really happy. But if I listen to it again right after that I am not as happy. In fact as soon as the song is over I'm back in my previous mood and listening to it again makes it worse. It confuses me. I don't get it. And in try really hard to think of something that had ever made me feel like that 2 years ago when I would listen to it, but nothing comes to mind. I am at a loss.

If you were wondering what song it is, it's "Patron Saints of Liars and Fakes" by Fall Out Boy from their first album.

Maleena (is awesome)

You were the last good thing about this part of town

Save me! I am taking apex classes online. Its just like homeschool!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!





So I have decided that I am sad and will be for a day or two. Not only because of apex but just because. And now I do not know why I am blogging about it.

Mimi

Cinnamon Buns, I will never drive with you or leave you another note if you dont write a blog soon

Really? No no REALLY, did you really just say that with that?

As many of you know, I am the copy editor on my school newspaper. This means that I will pretty much grade the reporter's work. I will fix spelling and grammar errors and also tell the person that what they just wrote is complete crap or very good. Now, I just read something on the interweb and I want to edit it. After the first sentence I thought, "uhh yeah not a great writer." By the second sentence I knew that I should just leave this page and stop reading this monstrosity. But, I kept going. By the end I found myself fixing every error in my head. Each time I would get to one I would think "WRONG...WRONG...WRONG....Really? Why would you say that?"

I think the only reason why I am doing this is because I have a big head and think I have a say in how everyone should write, but I know I dont. As the train wreck went on I kept thinking really? Isn't it common knowledge to add a comma or two in some sentences? Or I dont know, good spelling? Or maybe even a little thing called organization? I don'tknow, but I believe that some papers, blogs, interweb sites, need a little organization.

Mimi

FYI this is not a post about anyone's blog that I read regularly. So no worries.

Cinnamon Buns, WRITE A NEW BLOG

Please Please Me

So writing. I have recently realized, I LOVE WRITING. It may not be conveyed through my blog, but I truely love it. I can write all day and not get tired of it. No matter the topic, I will write because I love it so much. Even if the topic was "If I were a Principal for the day I would..." As I was sitting in English class, I had writers block, I started thinking of this blog. Instead of starting my essay, I was writing out what to say in my next blog. I was thinking about how much writers block sucks. You sit there and think and wait for inspiration. Then there is always that moment where you realize, you are not going to find any inspiration. So you distract yourself with daydreams, thoughts of other classes, getting a job, etc. Then BAM inspiration hits somewhere between that cute guy in the hall and wondering when to call that place back. Then its like the ocean. Let me explain: ENDLESS. You cant stop writing, until you hit land. Whether land be another block or the end. Also, the ocean is huge. There is no limit to how much you can write. Thats what I love. NO LIMIT. There are soo many things to write about. So many things to give your opinion to. There is so much! My english and journalism teachers have opened my eyes to this revelation and I am so glad they have.

Maleena

But We Never Stood a Chance and I'm Not Sure if it Matters

Even though it is small, this town is sure stressful. I think I have developed a cold in the past two hours because I am so stressed that my immune system is down. Anyways, just letting you all know, in order for me to be more focused on how to write an article for the paper, the way I write my blogs will be different and more like a newspaper article rather than me complaining about everything.

MIMI