So today was a relatively good day, my dear blogger franns. ;P We have to memorize some weird monologue in my Theatre 1 class. I do love that class though. We had to do some game where we had to have a conversation with someone, but we could only yell. and...some kid and me really got into it because we were talking about how our football team (my schools...I do NOT play football. PAHAHA) lost the first game and It was:
guy:SO WE LOST THE GAME FRIDAY!
Me:YEAH THAT REALLY SUCKS!!
guy:YEAH WE LOST CUZ YOU WERE THERE!
Me: YES I WAS!
guy:YEAH!
Me: SO WE LOST CUZ I WAS THERE?!
Guy: YEAH CUZ YOU MADE US LOSE!
Me: THAT'S SO RUDE! I DON'T LIKE YOU!
Guy: I DON'T LIKE YOU EITHER!
Me: I DON'T LIKE YOU GO JUMP DOWN A WELL!

Teacher: okay!! I think we're done! You guys can sit down now!

PAHA!! Awesomeness. :P I love acting. funfun:) I'm a little overdramatic with some things..but yeah. and then she started makin' funna how Troy and Gabriella didn't act like the real troy and gabriella in hsm (our school play that I was Gabriella in) and apparently our acting wasn't believable. I don't think she realized that I played Gabriella...That's just insulting.
I didn't say anything though...

So yeah. Apparently I have to ride a bus now..and I'm reallyyyy...MAD about it. I had to ride the bus last year, and at first I had friends, but they all moved, so after a while, I was completely alone, and because I was so vulnerable and lonely and shy...(yes, believe it or not, I can be SHY *gasp* I KNOW RIGHT?!) they thought it'd be funny to make fun of me. You know...music is a passion of mine..so sometimes I'd sit there and absentmindedly start singing..and then they started making fun of me..so I'd sit there and try not to cry while I stared at my phone..which most of the time made me sick because I can't read things in moving vehicles. and I don't have an ipod or an mp3 player..or anything so..yeah I was pretty much screwed. and so this year, I Wasn't going to have to, cuz apparently I live too close to be bussed, so my dad tried to find a car and I was all happy cuz i didn't have to get made fun of anymore and i got to see my friends in the morning and it was all happy peachy keen. Guess what? My...(I'm just not gonna write the words that I want to write right now...) parents decided that it'd be so much easier if they'd call the school and make me ride a bus. I even told them how much the bus tortured me..and I'll have sit on that big yellow torture chamber for an HOUR. All. Alone. and so yeah...I guess that's what I get. URG. I get so tired of it. I don't know why I let people just walk all over me. I know I shouldn't..but when people hurt me I just...don't know what to do. Unless I like...know them. Like if they're a friend of something. Then I can tell them off. but..if its like some stranger that I don't really know...I just LET them...and I'm so stupid for doing it but...I just got used to it I guess. When I was little people always used to make fun of me and honestly I didn't really realize that they were making fun of me and trying to hurt my feelings. I thought they were laughing with me. but now I look back and turn beat red cuz I'm so embarrassed...which is one of the many reasons I am very glad I changed schools. I love my life now. A whole lot better than at private school...with the ugly plaid skirts and the button up shirts...where they gave you detention if you didn't have your shirt tucked in and at least two buttons all the way up...and your skirt had to be knee length. Ugh. and those things were..so..hideos. and then..from kindergarten to 4th grade..I had to wear a JUMPER to school. Do you know what that is? This weird little dress thing...that looks so messed up. But I had to wear them. and..urg. I'm so glad I'm where I am now. It makes it a whole lot easier on the whole high school thing. I hope high school is a breeze like parents make it seem. at least my parents. A lotta...older..people do. RAHH.
So yeah. I have show choir tonight. 7 to 8. We have no music. so...we're gonna exercise. And...it's not a good time of the month for me to be exercising right now...O.o URGITFLABBINSHOOT! I dunno what that was. My expressing my exhaustion and wish for music...

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE BACKYARDIGANS?!
They're fun.
"Now it's time for us to have a snack, meet you next time wheeeeennn...weee''re....baaaack (With your friends the backyaaaardigans!!!)" I LOVE IT!
My 4 year old brother sings along to one of the songs and it's hilarious.
"What do you do with a scurvy pirate, what do you do with a scurvy pirate, what do you do with a scurvy pirate, make him walk the plank." and he does the funny pirate thing with his arm..SO cute. I love little kids...but they make me wanna tear my hair out sometimes. Especially my siblings. but ya gotta love em'. But GOSH! My 10 year old sister...ahhh. She wants to be 'just like Kiera'. and she'll follow my friends and me around and make me SO MAD. and then...she'll always ask to borrow my clothes...idk how they fit her cuz I'm way bigger than her but..O.o and then...she always asks me awkward question like 'what does disco stick mean, Kiera?" "How are babies made?" "What happens when the baby comes out of the mom's stomach?" "I heard we have eggs in our stomachs. Is that true?"
Wow.
But I guess that's what I get for being the oldest. I guess I do get advantages like new clothes insteadda hand-me-downs. WAIT. I still get hand-me-downs. from my MANY. MANY older cousins.  But...I do get a cell phone first..and...yeah. But I guess that could be a disadvantage. I don't got an older sister who's been through all of it to ask what it's like and what I should do. I got my mom...but you know. It's different when it's mom. Idk how to explain that. but it is...ya know?
So yeah.
I've said that like..what? 4 times in the one blog? Imma dork^.^ paha..orc dork...imma not even explain that. That's just...the first thing that popped into my mind...and that's kinda what I do here. Type random things that pop into my head.
Like in English today our teacher told us before Walt Disney made fairytales happy, they were messed up and gory. and she wants us to watch a version of Cinderella, where when the shoe doesn't fit the step-sister, she cuts her foot in half so it fits. O.o WHO. DOES. THAT? But me and my friend are gonna watch it this weekend. See if it's on netflix. : P hahaha...eew. Gross. Oh no. I gotta go do homework! CRAP! I forgot!
BYE!!

-Kiera