Demi

So my best friend in the wholllleee wide world is Zackary John Wajsgras. He’s what people like to call a, “lax brah”. I think I got the lingo down from him…just by being his bestfrand.

We’re on the phone right now. He has this super cool phone that we call the Vonage phone cause he sounds like he’s right in the room! Hahahaha, I love him super much. Byyyttthhheewwwaayy, this is alsoooo to take up some words! But alll this is the truth

He doesn’t know what to say on the phone….so we’re probs gonna watch the Green Mile or the Notebook soon, they’re like the saddessttt movies EVERRR! So he’s gonna laugh at me sooo hard when I cry, which will be totes embarrrrr.

Laax brah talk courtesy of Zackary:
This summer is gonna be so sick.
Ripppin that twine
I just got a coat hanger stuck up my nose

Idk that was a fail. Now he’s looking up videos on youtube….midgets fighting eachother
“Oh my god these guys are like a foot tall each”
“Oh ho oh my god these gloves are bigger than his arms”
“This is gon be really funny’
“Well one is clearly bigger than the other”
“OHH HO OH OH MY GOD OH MY JESUS”
“Im taking a video of this with my phone and sending it to you”
“What the f*** it’s not working”
“OH HO HOHOOO MY GAWWWDD”

he’s clearly a freak. hahahaha. midgets.

ILOVEZACK! <33

I’m currently in study hall right now trying to right as much as I can so I don’t have to tonight. I forget exactly how many words I need to, but I’m going to try to fit as many as I can in the little time I have.

So I just finished my poetry cover letter, which I don’t think I did right, because I copied most of what was already there, and I forgot the publisher’s name, and the address, but that’s okay. It’s only a rough draft. It’s really short though.

So the Olympics. I watched them, as I’m sure most people have. My favorite snowboarder is Louie Vito, of course next to Shaun White, but everyone likes him cause he’s good. And cause he’s a ginger. I laughed when Scotty Lago had to go home. He didn’t do much anyways, except having a cool name…Lago…sounds like Lego, but cooler-which is a pun. Get it? Cooooler, snowboarding, cause snow is cool/cold…Yeah. This is my extremely sad and desperate attempt to squeeze in as many words as I can.

Oh! Yes, finally, the Canadiens have been beat by none other than, the USA! After creaming the Russians (My favorite team-OVECHKIN! and well, half the Caps team at that), I was more than upset. No one beat Ovie. No one. And not by 7 to 4. I mean come on, that’s horrible. I was sad. Butttttttt, we beat them so it all cancels out!

I don’t like to write poems. Even though they’re easy, but I kind of do. It’s easier to express your feelings (totally overused phrase), but it’s true. Ahh god, I have to go soon. And I am not even at three hundred words yet. (Another, sad attempt).

Here’s the poem I submitted to the contest:

Flow peacefully and calmly,
like a river
Life is perfect when it is not forced
An unknowing fool comes along,
tries to swim off in a separate stream,
hoping for another challenge,
striving for another life,
searching for another perspective,
only to be swept back to the same waters
he swam in before
Failed attempts and numerous efforts
Wasted
Why does he not get the message?
Why would he want to drown?

I edited a little more so the grammer and what not were better. It’ll probably get rejected but who cares? Nott meee. We still get two points of extra credit, which is kind of weird because when it is accepted, you only get three. So it doesn’t even matter. I should just send random stuff.

Today are cuts for track. There were soo many people today that were freaking out about it. They really really care if they make it or not, I don’t. I just like to run, and I honestly have no shame if I make it or not. Cross country next year! I loved that season. Our team was just like a family and everyone cheered eachother on and basically loved eachother. I also could have lived in my locker. Like, everything was in there, EVERYTHING. Clothes, shoes, makeup, food, basically the needs to life. And tons of water. I drank so much it was crazy. But that’s what runners do. I am not saying I’m a good runner, I just love it. Alot of people hate it, and I can see why, but I guess you either love it or you hate it. There’s really no in between. It also takes practice to get used to it and like it more. My favorite part of running is when it’s done, it’s done. And you feel accomplished and you can tell everyone, “Chyeah, I ran those eight miles without stopping.”

So that was to write stuff and let things out. I think 600+ words are enough. So I have accomplised what I needed to. Maybe I’ll get an A or a C. I just now need to comment on other people’s stuff.

I’m with my best frand Emily right now. She’s arguing with her dad about her work…it’s extremely intense. I love her daddy, he’s like my dad. I think I’ll start to call him dad from now on.

I’ve known them since I was in 4th grade and she was in 5th. I met her through her older brother Dan one summer and we’ve been bestest best friends ever since.

We’re almost the exact opposite, except for our height. Yep, she’s 5′1 just like meee. Unfortunately though, I’m always the one that gets looked at as short, even though I might be taller! (Wishful thinking.)

She used to work at Pump it Up for kids’ birthday partays. I’ve never been there. It’s sounds fantastic.

So I’m going to guess stuff about her.
Her favorite color: Blue
Her favorite number: 8
Her favorite food: Salad
Her favorite sport: Soccer
Her best frand: Meeeee!
Her favorite movie: The Notebook
Her favorite band: The Jonas Brothers…
Her favorite drink: OJ
Her favorite word: Hoya
Her worst fear: Losing me

Interrupting while she’s on the phone:
Her favorite color: Green, I think
Her favorite number: 7
Her favorite food: Dad, dad listen! Pie
Her favorite sport: Soccer
Her best frand: Oh, it can be you
Her favorite movie: Demi, shut up…I don’t know
Her favorite band: Rise Against, for now
Her favorite drink: Water
Her favorite word: Hoya
Her worst fear: Living

I was a liiittle off. But that’s okay. She also likes unicorns and walking along the Jersey Shore. <3

It’s over! So sad. But I think I’ve had my fair share of meaty guidos fist pumpin’ allday. I don’t think I can wait till next season…that’s next summer. :/ Ha, how lame. This is probably one of the most tool-ish shows I’ve ever seen in my life, but how can anyone not love it? Ah, endless drama like the Real World and big juiceheads like Italy. That New Y-ore-ker accent (I don’t know how anyone can really type that) makes my day to say the least. When they cawl eachotha, like Pauly D (The name most affected by their speaking), it’s just the best.

Mike was such a tool, but he kind of stayed that way the whole time so I’m not complaining. Snookie is my favorite, she’s so short and crazy and I feel bad for her endless search for a guy, and when she got punched. (Which sickeningly, I’m upset they deleted it from the TV, I mean really! That’s good drama right there, and you can’t just waste it with a black screen and screaming in replace of it.) Anyways, the two people that annoyed me ubberr much were Ronnie and Sammie…well, mostly Sammie. All that crying gets old and she needs to get over it. It was too much needless drama when it came to her. Vinnie was just the good ol’ laid back kid with no tan, but he could out fist pump them, which was the most entertaining when it came to the clubs. Jwoww, hmm, well I liked the punch she shot at Mike.

Mmm, Jersey Shore. <3 It's probably the most embarrasing thing to watch, and I know I lost atleast half my brain cells, but hey, you can't deny that it was your guilty pleasure, too, and that you wished you could fist pump like a champ.

Oh, and the duck phone was epic.

I tried sushi for the first time last week! I was at my friend Colby’s house and his dad came in and said we were going to go to a Japanese restaurant called Otani to eat. When we got there, I’ll be honest, I was pretty scared. The guy sitting next to us got some roll with these gigantamous orange fish eggs and I cringed at the thought of eating it. Yeah, yeah, I’m asian and I’ve never had sushi. I know. But there’s a time for everything right? Colby and his family totally love sushi, they knew exactly what they wanted and everything. First, they ordered the California roll. I looked at it…and well, it wasn’t exactly the most appealing thing ever. I tried it, and I can’t say I’m in love with sushi like alot of people. Actually, I kind of hate it. Yeah…the cooked volcano roll was a little better, but I’d never eat it again. Bleh. Atleast the salad we got in the beginning was better. To this day I will never understand why people like this gross, raw food.

I’ve noticed as I get older, things get harder. They change, things become confusing, and I don’t know what to do at times. There is one thing to do one day, and another the next, maybe they’re not always the best choices either. I love and hate this part of growing up, because I know it’s helping me to realize good decisions, but it’s so hard to know the right ones in those moments that may come up when you’re with people you care about.

There is so much more pressure to do things now, and I’ve fallen into things before that I thought I’d never do. Maybe it’s because I feel like I’m insecure? I have no clue. This part of my life is so hard, and I’m sure many people feel the same way. We’re getting into high school; we’re growing up. Maybe too fast it seems. I’ve learned that it’s your own opinion of yourself that matters at the end of the day, people and friends come and go, and they can say whatever they want, but when it all comes down to it, we’re in it for ourselves. How can someone even go on if they don’t think of themselves as the best they can be? Sure we have our ups and our downs, but I’m pretty happy with myself. I feel that’s really the main thing that I should pay attention to. Of course, my best friends and family’s opinions matter too, because they’re the people I know will stick with me through everything.

It’s not worth getting worked up about what people think. You can’t really change how they are, unfortunately. I try my best not to talk about others behind their backs, we all do it sometimes, (obviously some more than others), but that’s beside the point.

But then, there can be nasty rumors. Most likely spread by people that you don’t know well, don’t even know at all, or they could’ve been your best friend before. People have the right to have their own opinion about someone, but should never go around telling others, probably for the sake to raise their own self esteem.

So I’m done with my rant, it was just something on my mind, and also for that hefty 400 words we have to do…Either way, I feel like I got most of my point across. I’m sure mainy people agree as well, this world is alot smaller in the way that we think and work than may be realized. Ahh, growing up. I love it and hate it equally.

It’s easy to judge someone when you know nothing about them
Like that girl that lives down the street from you
She walks alone, stumbles, and drops all her stuff
And the kids around you laugh, stare, and ridicule her
Sometimes you forget that you’re one of those people
Giggling at her pain
It’s pretty easy to hurt someone you think is “lower” than you, huh?
Their weird clothes, or the way they talk is really strange
But when you look closer, she’s crying
Her face is red and she desperately tries to hide it
Trying to not embarrass herself anymore,
Even though she knows she can’t change what you think about her
When you get to school, her memory goes to the back corners of your mind
Then a disabled boy wheels himself into school
And suddenly the girls face pops back up,
But you notice everyone elses face is simpathetic
Watching that poor child makes them feel so lucky to be “normal”
But isn’t there something wrong here?
What is the difference between this classmate and that girl?
Because he is disabled, it’s suddenly wrong for someone to judge them
You know it’s a fake front, so they can look more “mature”
But what makes it right to judge the lonely girl,
That would give anything in the world for just one friend?
So think about it next time
It’s so easy to judge someone you don’t know
And it’s so much easier to judge someone who is “weird and different”
We’re all different, that’s not a reason to be made fun of
The universal constants are smiles and tears
What would you rather cause for someone else?
It’s so easy.

La la la
The melody is stuck in my head
And I can’t get you out either
Those perfect lyrics,
I can’t seem to remember
Embarrassing as it may seems
I have the picture of your face
Always in my dreams
That little song goes in and out when as it pleases
But I can’t seem to remember the words
La la la
I keep humming that tune
It’s just so happy
It makes me melt and swoon
Describes my miniscule life
As I remember, word by word
La la la
If I knew what it was called I would tell it, too
As of now I’m tortured by not knowing
But, I’m sure I’ll soon remember that song that I can’t remember
Just for you

I have a horrible confession
Something so bad
That rhinestone of clear water
Drives me mad
Your lip starts to quiver
And here it comes,
A river
Of a sparkling liquid
That you can’t seem to control
It’s like an enemy that takes your emotions
By a chokehold
I hope you know
They drive me absolutely insane
Because I cant stop them
And I feel so vain
I’m responsible for alot of things
That includes you
Your well being
Your health
And your happiness too
But that’s the one thing
That I can’t stand
When I feel so weak
My knees give out
So here’s my last confession
Don’t take it hard
I would rather you be filled with bad fears
Then have do deal with your tears

Snap!
The magnet clicked on the picture of our family
Snap!
That magnet clicked
I stand back and my eyes light up
From the blues and pinks
And our family photos
All these pretty colors
So happily mesh
Snap!
I can barely see the black of the old fridge now
So many good memories
I don’t know how
Snap! Snap!
I’m so happy with the love going around
Year after year
Another smile is made from a frown
Snap!
But then I come home
And Mom is crying
I go to comfort her and my insides are dying
Reluctantly turning towards the place
Where I snapped those pictures
On the silver face
They are thrown on the floor
Magnets all over
Some ripped apart
And my tears flow over
I try to pick them up
But then I see your face
You’re the only reason
There aren’t memories anymore
So you should be happy
Since you walked out the door

Snap.
I put up a ripped piece of paper
You’re no longer stout
Hope your happy Daddy
With your face cut out