Why.

I honestly have to ask -- WHY did Elementary school even bother teaching everyone cursive? They told us all, "You need to learn it because you will use it later in life." When? When exactly is that? I use print. I write each letter as an individual, and so do most people I know. Why do we do this? Well, one, its readable. Every time I get a letter in the mail from my either of my grandma's, its in cursive. The letter will take me more or less 10 minutes to decipher. They're never even that long. I hate reading cursive. I have to squint, re read things over and over again, try and figure out is that a T or and L? Is it and E or and R? Come on. I just despise it. If its written nice, it can be beautiful! But the majority of the time, its sloppy, fast, and smudgy. I cannot read it. Elementary school lied to us all. Think about that. It hurts doesn't it. I spent far too much time perfecting my uppercase G's than I needed to. FAR TOO MUCH TIME. 


Curses.

A LOT have fun has just hit me SQUARE in the face.

So, after we moved to Bend, it was really, REALLY hard to make friends, so then one day, I met a girl named Elle Moore. That was GREAT! She introduced me to her friend Kenzie. Kenzie and I had drama together. That was great. So then there were two other girls that were friends with Kenzie that were also in my Drama class. One of them I had kinda met before, her name was Annie (Psssttt... I don't like code names. I always mess up and forget... heh heh...) and then I also met Maya. Now, this was a good choice in friends, because I could not stop laughing after I met them. Now, they had this huge group of friends that I met from them. So now, I don't sit alone at lunch anymore, and I spend all of lunch discussing Harry Potter, laughing, and its SO fun!! So now, I usually eat with Annie, Kaitlin, Riley, Coleman, Sarah, Hannah, sometimes Maya, hmmm I feel like I'm missing someone.. But maybe I am not. But if I am then I will feel bad.. GAH!! But I am really excited for tomorrow night because we are having a movie night! WOOOOTT!! We are going to watch 50 First Dates. I have never seen it before I don't think. But maybe I have heard of it. Right now I am sitting in my Freshman Acadamy class. Basically, thats a class where you feel like shooting yourself. I should be typing on Microsoft Publisher right now, but hey, we only have like 27 minutes left of class and there is SO much extra room on my brochure. Plus I am almost done. I hate Microsoft. They make boring programs. I like Frame By Frame. Thats a FUN app. Ha ha ha, wait, you don't read my blog to hear me complain. I will stop now. But, trust me, you would want to shoot yourself. I am only getting away with typing this right now because my back pack is hiding the screen, and I am typing fast so it seems like I am typing on my brochure. Which is mostly done. :D Well, this is better than history class! Also GUESS WHAT. My math teacher told me the other day that he entered me into a math competition, and I really wanna win a prize, but I really dont wanna take a timed math test on Wednesday because to me, that just doesnt sound like a load of fun. In fact, it sounds about as fun as pooping your pants. Now THAT doesn't sound like fun does it? So I am debating on doing it. I know that if I do, I get to miss a full day of school, but I do and don't want to do that. I mean, now that I have some friends here (That are by the way, kinda the BOMB!!) I don't really want to miss out on school, but I do want to miss History, Science, Math, Frosh Acadamy, P.E... wait no, FREDDY! AHHAHAHAHA. Oh and I don't want to miss out on Drama. Because Annie and I draw some PRETTTTTTY radical pictures on there. WHAT IS THIS RUMPUS!! Oh yeahhh..

Brain Fart.

Sorry about not posting recently! I'm having a major brain fart with thinking up stories. Could it be the fact that I don't have nearly as much time as usual because the huge amount of homework that has hit me like a ton of bricks, or could it be that being in a new, intimidating school, can really stop all the prank pulling till you get familiar with the school.. All I know, is that I won't be forking any teachers ceilings, or stealing all the letter "E's" around here, mostly because there ARE no cut out letter E's! LAME!
I'm working on a new prank, I'm not going to let out any secrets about it yet.. its not all the way figured out, but once I can make sure that it is fool proof, and figure out how to pull it without getting caught (and make sure its legal...) then I plan to let 'er fly.

The Move to Bend = Possibility.

So, my family and I are all going to move to Bend, Oregon. This is a good thing and a bad thing. Moving means leaving all my fun, ambitious, and slightly mental friends here, to go to a place where I know NO ONE. Tough. But in a way, this brings great news. NO ONE knows who I am, and what I am like, and what I am known for, and what pranks I have played. NO ONE knows ME. That means, that I can go around my new school, and pretend to be a pretty little school girl with all A's, and while NO ONE is looking, I will STRIKE. Striking in the real world means:

Strike: [strahyk] verb; 1. to deal a blow or stroke to (a person or thing), as with the fist, a weapon, or a hammer; hit.

"a HAMMER???" Hmm, I think I am gonna go hit some on the head with a hammer today. Wouldn't a hammer be counted as a weapon? Good golly gosh! Here is my version of striking:

Strike: [Str-ike] verb; 1 (and only). To pull a prank on unsuspecting, innocent people. Mwa ha ha ha ha!

And there you go. Going to a new school opens up all sorts of possibilities. Including being lazy and using the exact same pranks that I used at my old middle school. Although, now that I will be going into High School, I will need to really read the guide book carefully, and find ways to (harmlessly) "bend the rules..."

And be, inconspicuous, and NO ONE will ever suspect me... because I will be working my butt off to pull off a "little miss goody two shoes" act. He he... Watch out Bend, Here I COME!