Age and Love

I have never thought Age matters. And yes, Age. Capitalized. I'm not an uneducated dipshit. (Just like cursing.) I was emotionally intelligent enough at age 9 to realize people are assholes, and even adults are asswipes. I was bullied. I stood up to the girl, and her mom confronted me, not my mom, me, and told me "If I hear you so much as speak to my daughter you will die slut." I didn't know what slut meant. But you know. Life goes on. I can't remember the girl's face, some chick from camp, but the woman's face is imprinted in my mind for life. See, you can be a bitch when you are 5. You can be a bitch when you are 10. You can be a bitch when you are 15. But the older you get, the less people tolerate it. Age has nothing to do with maturity. All it means is you are expected to not be an ass. The best people, I think, are those who talk to kids like a person. Not like "gootchie gootchie look at the giraffeywaffey." Not like "Did you see that magnificent specimen of Giraffa camelopardalis?" Like "Hey, look at the giraffe!"

On another topic, I FUCKING AM FUCKING GOING FUCKING IN FUCKING SANE. I can't stop thinking about this guy. Yes I know. Every girl is like this, get the fuck over it. But I'm not. I am very self conscious in the way that I hate it when other people judge me. That's why I'm so weird. I almost purposely aggravate the judgements so I can control their judgement of me. Or I just made that up. But probably not. But  I can't stop thinking about what he'd think of this outfit or what he'd say to this joke. I've missed him since break began, and I think I talked to him once at the beginning. I miss him so much so much. Sorry. I'm usually not this sentimental. Or am I? I mean, I have been lately. RAWRGH. Ok. Love rant done.

My Music

Two posts within hours of each other. YEAS. Ok, so I have really weird tastes in music. I sort of listen to everything, save dubstep and rap. But I really vary. I love disney, country, some hip hop, some indie rock, I even listen to psychedelic sometimes. Right now I have listened to something from Madagascar, something by a psychedelic group Sleepy Suns, Boom Boom Pow, etc, etc. I mean I do listen to some Eminem time to time, but not all the time. Though The Real Slim Shady is like my theme song. I listen to a LOT of country, which my friends bash me for, but hey. Sexy men with sexy voices. Just try and stop me. Oh wait, please don't. That would be REALLY CREEPY ya little fuckers. ;) I'm the sort of person that will run around in pj's and belt out this music and only stop when I see the neighbors staring. I'm not a slut, but I wear some low cut tops. For all dem boys who are in love with me.....my turtle. >.< I am like boy repellent. STAY ON TOPIC. I also listen to stuff from "The Producers" MEL BROOKS SQUEE. In case you don't know, which would be sad, it is a hilarious, offensive, musical masterpiece. I love the song When You Got It, Flaunt It. I love it because it's so not me. gtg lunchtime

Hello Again

I debated apologizing for my lack of appearance. But who would I be apologizing to? Only I read this. Well. Do I have any interesting stories? I may be falling for a guy who is just like Barney Stinson from How I Met Your Mother, I am single (fyi) as a fucking pringle, I may never get my license, I'm my friends' (yes, plural) therapist, and I am debating wearing something mildly slutty to a New Year's party. Well, lets address one thing at a time.
1. There's this super suave guy who I know a lot of chicks like. Not my type. Arrogant, asshole-y, but funny, cute, oh did I mention he catches me all the time when I faint? People think I try to get caught by him. No. I honestly don't. That stupid asswipe just is always there. But when you spend that much time in someones arms, having them be that protective of you, it's hard to not develop feelings for them. Now let me get something straight, my no readers, I am not some girl who falls for the jerks. I do not. I fall for sweet, considerate guys I have a chance with. What the hell am I thinking.
2. My boyfriend dumped me, right after Thanksgiving break. He is "Barney's" best friend. Yea. I know. His reasons? We have nothing in common and he hates my friends. Oh jeez. Now I'm tearing up. RAWR. NO FEELS FOR THIS BASTARD. It just sucks. I was so into him, and I thought he was me. Well. Too bad.
3. I may be having seizures. Well, you can't drive if you have epilepsy. FUCK.
4. Ok, my friends have been going through a lot of emotional crap. I have too, but theirs is more pressing. One of my friends is having just emotional distress, the other two broke up. With each other. So I am running around with a pitcher catching tears, I guess I'm a portable tissue.
5. Ok I'm not talking like super skimpy. Just something, er, flattering?

Linda can draw!

Honk!

I got into a show at a theatre company near where I live! Its called Honk! Jr. I find out tonight what part I have and im real nervous....

Goood day!

So yesterday, as I walk my dog, Moe, a lady is getting out of her car. Moe beelines to the car, while I apologize profusely and tug him away. She greets him laughing. She then opens her car door, pulls out a treat, gives it to him, then walks away. I'm still confused.

My Mom and the Purple Mouse.

When my sister was little she got a large purple mouse, which she loved, but my mom detested. So one day, she put it in the "give away" pile. As the goodwill came to collect it, my sister saw it, grabbed it and ran inside. Imagine my mother's surprise when she came home from work to that hideous purple mouse on the table. Well, a couple years later, there was a call at my sister's elementary school for stuffed animals for the raffle, so she snuck it in, and my sister just thought it went missing. You'd think the story was over there, but no. It was my sister's turn to be surprised when she went to her friends house to see her beloved stuffed animal on her friend's bed. She threw a fit and the friend gave it back. So my mom's plan was foiled again. So then, about four years ago, me 10 and my sister 15, we were sorting through old stuffed animals and there it was. The old ratty mouse. When we stuck it in the "keep" pile, she sighed and shook her head. It was old this year we got rid of the annoying thing. How? My sister is in college and had absolutely no say.

Weird things that happened to me This week.

This week hasn't been that great, but I've had a lot of stuff I wanted to post. So here is some of it. It might not be all that interesting:

• Hurricane Sandy
• My boyfriend lost power and I didn't! And so I bragged about it. HAHAHAHA.
• Fainted 40 times in one night.
• Nearly fainted off a wall, but was caught by boyfriend's friend. He is a recurring character in my irritating life, so I should give him a name. Carrot. That's it. Why? He throws carrots at me and Boyfriend at lunch. And he's a ginger.
• HALLOWEEN! I was the Cheshire cat and  I had so much fun. 
• Some kid came up to me and punched me......
• Creeper phone company guys were working in front of my house, and the dog I walk nearly took off one of their fingers. 
• Started NaNoWriMo!!!!
• OOOOH I MADE A TWITTER FOR THE BLOG! Idk why.

November Promises

I have made many a promise to myself this month. Here are a few:
1. Do my homework on time.
2. Turn in said homework on time.
3. Keep my phone charged.
4. Exercise regularly.
5. Me and Clutz have made a pledge to each other and ourselves. This month is Crunch month, and I will do 20 crunches a day, and she 100. The thing is, she has worked herself up to 100. I haven't.
6. Actually go on a date with A(boyfriend).
7. Post on this at least twice a week. Sorry I've been neglecting it.

Things I lie about to my boyfriend

1. I loooove that movie.
2. I hate that movie.
3. S/he is a great actor.
4. I just realized I really dont lie all that much to him YES

Blah.

Now, I may sometimes help my friends when they feel sad, but honestly, life is NOT all good in Lindaland. Now I am a very impulsive person. And sometimes i have sexual impulses....none of which i act on of course. Sometimes I have impulses to shave my head. Which i fight, but i chopped off a lock of my hair. But I swear to god as soon has i graduate the fluffyness is gone. maybe even sooner......

Womanhood.

Now, there is a misconception of what womanhood is. It is not unicorns and rainbows. It is bending down to pick up a pencil and having your tights completely rip up the ass. It is having your boyfriend's friends throw your gum into a cricket nest. It is falling asleep on your period and waking up having soaked through your pad, underwear, pants, and sofa. That sucks by the way. It is daydreaming in class and having the scary guy behind you whack you on the head to wake you up. It is most definitely walking the dog and having a cute guy come up to you.....only to trip down a ravine. That. That is womanhood.

Love can kill too.

So me, a very single lady, has a boyfriend. That's right. You heard me. A boyfriend. It's pretty snazzy I know. Woah. I just found out snazzy is a word. Life is complete now.

Bus

My hair right now is fluffy enough that if I really wanted to, I could pretend to be a male lion and go join a herd in africa. I'm also super exhausted, so a sloth is my choice animal. But I'm not kidding about the hair, someone just asked if I brush my hair. Yes I do. Its just really hard to tell. Oh here comes the munchykin. I just completely bullshitted a whole thing to munchy that I pickpocket people. Teehee she believed all of it. Haha

Sitting on the bus take 3

Munchkin has a fucking large water bottle. I attached a picture. Munchy is 5ft tall. Tatatatiny.

So yeah its way too early.

On the bus, barely awake. I honestly couldn't, be more tired if I tried. Munchkin and Ginger haven' t gotten the bus yet, no wait, here they are. Munchkin is carrying a med kit bigger than she is, and Ginger is in a general state of anxiety. Now shes complaining about how cold it is outside. Munchkins complaining how shes not that short. Oh at school. Adios crazay bitches.

Fresh fries.

Damn these fries are fresh.

Starbucks ftw.

Standing in line with Oragami and Clutz and Clutz's boyfriend. He is an ass. Heehee. Just kidding. Standing behind sixth graders and Oragami is spazzing about salted caramel cake pops.

Math mishaps

My dad just texted me in the middle of a math test. What the hell. I learned I have to set my phone on vibrate.....

Sittin in the halls.

So awk exbf texted me, WHY DOES HE KNOW I HAVE A PHONE SHIT. Standing outside Spanish. Teacher isnt here, thank god. Gtg ill post when I get back. Byeeee

Sitting on the bus

So I sit on my bus, at the first stop, mine. It's really early, but the suns out, so that's ok. I had a special first day. I was not there for thirty minutes before I vomited. Um....ok. Skills Linda. Skills. Then I couldn't get the nerve up to get my food from the lunch line. Yea. I know. Wednessday I beat that fear though. Monday night I shaved, but completely gashed my armpit. FUCK. There is nothing more painful than an armpit shaving cut. I promise. Especially a huge, long, deep one. I'm wearing the pretty earrings my friend Origami gave me for my birthday. And my friend Munchkin is sitting next to me making awk meme references. I just signed my friend's petition to run for office. Ginger just got on the bus. Gtg. Talk to you in a jiff.

School Begins....And So My Life Ends

Now, I don't know how many people actively read my blog, and though I'd like to think it has over five million people viewing it daily, that's just a load of bullshit. I'm really not that funny, and my humor attracts a certain genre of people. So if you don't think I'm funny, well have a nice life. Never read my blog again. That's ok. I'm ok with that because i really couldn't care less about your personal opinion.
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Now, in a week or two School starts. SHIT! I DONT WANT TO GO BACK TO THAT SOUL SUCKING HOLE OF HELL!

Taxi!

Now in a taxi with the fam, the cab driver is still trying to fill it up, riding with strangers ftw. There was a beautiful golden on the ferry who looked about twenty, but was only six. There were actually a lot of dogs. One growled and nearly ate my hot dog, but most were friendly. I saw Phantom Of Opera last night, and it was unbelievable. There were lots of labs and a few pitbulls, but many different breeds as well. The cab leaves, and so do I! Adios!

Ferry!

I love boats, except for when I get attacked by them, but that's a story for another day. So when I found out we'd take a ferry to Martha's Vineyard, (No, I didn't know it is an island) I was thrilled. But the problem is, my mom overpacked...this will be interesting. Docking now, fill you in later!!!!

Road trip!

I'm currently on the road! My family is driving to NYC then Martha's Vineyard. And I have some road tripping advice!

1. If you have a family member in the car who likes it frigid, be resourceful. Use your way too big raincoat/poncho thing as a blanket. Or, use that oversized sweatshirt as sweatpants, putting one leg through each sleeve. Or just use a blanket.

2. Bring earplugs. You do not want to be forced to listen to your mom saying "LOOK!!! TREES!" Or your sister's obsession with a specific singer. Or your dad's pathetic whistling. Or any of them trying to sing.

3. Don't wear sneakers. Sneakers are the epitome of death when it comes to road trips. Why? Well, when you are sleeping, you want to get comfortable, so you kick off your sneakers. Then as you are drifting off to sleep, your feet get hot. This is awful. So you take off your socks. Then a minute later, your family decides to take a pit stop. Now, you are screwed, and the last person in the car because you can't find your socks, then after you find them, you have to put them on. Now you can just put on your snea.....WHERE ARE THEY?

4. Charge your electronics so then you don't get bored and they don't die and leave you to interact with the wildebeests that are your family.

Have fun on your trip!

Little Kids?

So I've been a counsler a couple times this summer and here is a composition of all the things these little kids have said to me, or that I've heard them say, which i find interesting:

"Do you shave? You are prickly!"

"I like the country of Europe." Me: What continent is it in? "England."

"Niagara Falls is a magical place where you can eat popsicles every day!"

"Your hair makes you look old."

"You can't wear that sticker. You are wearing a formal shirt. No stickers on formal shirts!!!" (It was a t-shirt with a shark on it.)

"Are you married?"

Ah little kids. So refreshing.

Kitten?

So me and Sister were skyping last night, and she was all "Dakota (our cat) is lonely. We should get her a friend." I was a bit dubious, as Sister is in college. And I would have to take of said kitten. So I was all "no." She then showed me a picture of the cutest little kitty I have ever seen!!!!! I now want a kitten.

Poof?

So in my previous post, I mentioned my friend, Poof. I am going to keep adding, throughout my blog, Poof quotes. Here are today's:

• "So there's  a deer, right? And it's crossing the road and then a car comes along. The deer sees the lights and is all like "Whaaaa?" And then it goes through the windshield."
• "Oh my goodness gracious it's water!"
• "LOOK AT THE SKY! IT'S SO MUCH BIGGER THAN THE PLANETARIUM!"

Idol?

My blogging Idol is the illustrious Allie Brosh of the magical Hyperbole And A Half, which is every blogger/comedian/depressed person's dream to have their blog become. I followed her blog religiously. Until that day. That day that haunts us HAAH'ers in our dreams. That day 283 days ago, when the LAST HAAH blog post was written. Now, that might not be the last one EVER. HOPEFULLY. BUT it was the last one for 283 days. I miss you SO MUCH ALLIE! COME BACK! <3 <3 <3 D: D: D: D:

Blank?

So I do not know how you would say eat/drink a Root Beer Float. To solve this conundrum, I asked my friend. To solve further confusion, I shall name her Poof. So, "Poof" decides to come up with a bunch of different words/phrases. You could be:

• Feasting upon
• Consuming
• Devouring
• Engorging yourself on
• Ingesting
• Partake of
• Enjoying
• Swallowing
• Polishing off
• Savoring
• Nomming on

Your Root Beer Float. Thanks Poof! Poof is also the one helping me redecorate my blog. Maybe.

Awk?

My mother likes to eavesdrop. A lot. So, today, I was sitting outside this really good ice cream place by my grandparents with my friend, and the guy I went on a date with texted her phone (my phone is busted) for the hundredth time saying "Hi." "Please reply!!!!!" I subsequently deleted the messages and went about eating/drinking* my root beer float and talking to my friend. Then, on the speakers, the song "It Will Rain" by Bruno Mars comes on. You know, "There'll be no `sunlight if I lose you baby" all melancholy and shit. Well, I comment on how he'd (Bruno) be the neediest boyfriend EVER. He'd catch a grenade for me, and if I left him he'd be all gloomy and shit. So, who wants HIM as a boyfriend? Not me! Well, I'm also a good deal younger, but that's not the point. So my mom hears that, and I didn't verbalize that I was speaking of Bruno, so she thought I was talking about said boy I went on a date with. "You know, you could at least say 'Hi.'"
"What????"
 "You know, ask him about his school preparations and stuff."
"What are you talking about? OOOH. NOT HIM! BRUNO! BRUNO MARS! THE SINGER OF THIS SONG! MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!"
"Oh."
 My mom is special. And really bad at eavesdropping.


 *My friend says better words are Consuming, Enjoying, or Partaking of my Root Beer Float. She is listing more and I will make a post after this one about it.That is all.

Homeless?

So, I sit outside a subway, sandwich in hand, book in lap, foot jittering, waiting for my mom to pick me up. A mother and her two daughters, one like 3 and one maybe 10? walk past me. The younger daughter tugs on her mom's shirt and points at me, whispering really loudly "Mommy, is that girl homeless?" I sort of put my hand on my face, and her mom says really loudly, "NO. She is probably just waiting for a ride." She turned to me and said "Pardon my daughter, she is really young." To which I replied, "No, it's ok. I need to shower anyway. Guess my hair is greasier than I thought."

Bored?

I couldn't think of a good post title. Whatever. I am heading off to a resort tomorrow, for another of my dad's lobbying events. I'm sort of excited. I have to miss camp though...D: Now I sit in a papasan chair, on my computer, watching(listening to) The Mentalist. I love that show. I just heard "Avocado Parade." Why.

College?

So, as you know, I am a rising Freshman. So college isn't close. But...I still have to think. And I'm thinking about Forensic Science. If you don't know what that is, it's pretty much the nerdyness behind the police. I'm really into that............I even made a checklist. I will check off every class I've taken that is recommended for a Forensics Major. :)

ER?

So, I had a little ambulance excursion yesterday. I went to the ER because I fainted and hit my head. But I'm fine, just a little whiplash. But I found I have the uncanny ability to sleep like a log no matter where I am. I slept for twenty minutes in a hallway in the emergency room underneath a bright light, with beeping every second or two, wearing a neck brace. The doctor couldn't wake me up. It took my mom yelling at me for me to finally awake from the dead. On another note, I switched rooms with my sister, and so my new room is covered in clothes and I do not have the attention span to sort through them.

RAVENCLAW!

I AM A RAVENCLAW!!!! This makes me ultra happy. :)

Birthday?

My birthday is in August, and I'm rather upset that I'm not able to be here for it. And my friends will be in town!! I wish I could see them!!! Plus some of my guy friends. The spanish chicken, as well as this guy who also dyes his hair. He's annoying, but funny. I was even planning on a Happee Birthdae Harry cake!!! Well. LSJDASLJDLALSJDLAJDLAJ. But too bad. And I will not pity party myself. I'm sorta super into Pottermore right now. :D :D :D So hasta luego!

Pottermore!

I did it! I finally joined pottermore!! My username is ChestnutSpirit20713.

Beach?

I post from....you guessed it! The Beach! Not any beach, Rehoboth Beach. It's a nice place, we stayed here last year. We just got here. I'm currently watching Burn Notice on my beloved computer while blogging. Well, listening. I'm planning on being a hermit this weekend, as it's gonna rain. But I have to go to some dumb dinner tomorrow, yayyyyy. But who cares. I have a good book and my laptop. I'm set. The reason I've been posting so dedicatedly is because my friend commented on how infrequently I post. Besides, maybe if I post more, someone will notice me, my blog will take off, and I will be famous on the internet. I despise tumblr, but maybe I'll start. Who knows.

Sorry?

So, I was talking about my guilty pleasures and I forgot a few things. I'm obsessed with sites like Adventure Quest. I know that sounds really weird and nerdy, but still. I really like Build-A-Bear too. I really want a nice teddy bear for my birthday. And a Build-A-Bear is perfect. There is a nice Coconut colored bear that I really like. And it's ten bucks. I think yes. And it sucks because I'll be away for my birthday. I'm really bummed, I really really wanted a birthday party. D: I'm going to miss my friends so much. And it's one of the few times one of my friends will be in town on my birthday. It's really upsetting. But enough with the pity party. I am really excited to start reading "All The President's Men." by Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein. Only problem is, Barnes and Noble didn't have it! And then we went to the library, IT WASN'T THERE EITHER! RAWR! Well, at least we ordered it from B&N. That concludes my rant for the day.

Guilty Pleasures?

My Guilty Pleasures:

• Mac 'N Cheese
• Crunch Bars
• Almond Joys
• Special Dark Chocolate
• Popcorn
• Burn Notice
• Stratego
• Psych
• Covert Affairs
• White Collar
• Root Beer
• Ginger Ale

Really?

So in this post I'm going to list the weird things that happened to me today:

1. A girl called me a slut because I have pink hair. (It's purple.)
2. I had to use an eye wash station.
3. A bright orange tampon fell out of my pocket. I still don't know where it is.
4. I fell into chemicals. 
5. I got stuck under a table.
6. A little boy said "You look like a grape. I like grapes."
7. I tripped and fell into my therapist's office.
8. I woke up and subsequently started sobbing. I still don't know why.

Thoughts?

So, my life's been sort of interesting. So, I went on a date with that guy I blogged about. It sort of spun into this wild mess of him being really into me, but me not being that into him. And my sister shoving me into the whole mess. I'm the real shady....sorry. I'm sort of typing stream of consciousness and that sort of thing. I'm also watching The Mentalist with the ever charming Patrick Jane, played by the suave Simon Baker. Even though he's old, you can't help but have an old people crush on him. He's epic. I'm in photo camp right now. And I have purple hair. Ok. Ok. It's temporary. I'm washing it out. And I'm convincing my dad to get a fancy car so I can drive it when I'm old enough. On that topic, I'm starting 9th this fall. I might of mentioned that, but I can't remember. I really like graveyards. They're so peaceful and beautiful. Plus they are a sign that people are loved. I really like them. My father is an ass. He refuses to get me a good phone. Fuck him. Well. This is long. I gots to go. So long.

Story?

As I said in my first post, I'm an aspiring writer. I think I'm going to write a post by post story. Debatable? Well, I think I will. Next post I begin. :D

I'm a counselor?

The fact that I am going to be trusted around small children scares me. Just a little bit. How do I know I won't go all psychotic? Well. Here goes nothing. On a completely separate topic, I am afraid of the cat across the street. It attacked me. For no apparent reason. And it is scary. FYI.

My life?

Well. My epic next door neighbors just moved away. In their place are a nice couple, and their son whom they just adopted from Ukraine. He's the cutest thing in the world and speaks solely Russian. But he can say "I don't speak English!!!!" He's seven, small and blonde. And he loves my dog. My large, rather aloof, golden retriever. My dog's name is Moe, for his adorable Mohawk. I might post a pic of him. If I remember. I'm rather flaky. Rather flaky. I'm going to high school this September. I'm a Freshman!!!! :D I'm excited. I guess nervous too. But not really. Mostly just excited. I had a bad 8th grade. I'll miss some teachers though. Not many. But some. This was a very eclectic post. Rawr. Byebye.

An Intro?

Hi. I'm Linda, and I have problems. I'm 13, almost 14, and have chronic ADD, P.O.T Syndrome, and a slight bit of depression. I made this hoping I'll post on it, I may not. I've made other blogs, but haven't been consistent. I'm hoping I'll be better this time.  Should I tell something about myself? Well, I have no hopes anyone will ever read this, but I am an aspiring writer and a failure of an artist. I'll post pics of my art, and a story or two. Though they suck. School just ended for me, and I start being a camp counselor tomorrow. I'm really excited for that. Then I go to Sea Turtle Camp. Then Photo Camp. Then Sailing Camp. I'm excited!!!! Well. This is getting too long. I'll make a second post and ramble there. Adios.