Friday Report #5

This entry is really choppy and plain as I am worn out with a lot to say and not all that much energy to form flowing words.

Happy Birthday to me!
Tuesday was my birthday. I turned 14 years old (err, young). To school, I brought in lemon cupcakes topped with vanilla frosting in a pretty swirl and a lemon drop adorning the top. The cupcakes were a hit! They were devoured by friends and anyone who asked for one by the end of second period.
At home, Fudge Eater and I watched a movie (Letters to Juliet, not the best movie I've ever seen, but it was okay) and did homework for 3 hours. After that, we made dinner for my family, ate, had Boston Cream Pie, and of course, opened gifts.
Overall, I had a wonderful birthday!

A new home
This part is bittersweet. I am moving. It's not that I'm moving far away, actually, I'm moving less than a mile away, but I still have to pack and set up. It's sweet because our new house has a flat driveway, a deck, and a pretty spacious yard. It's bitter because it's smaller. A lot smaller. Our current house is roughly 3,500 feet,in other words, it's rather small. The new house is downright TINY. I don't know the square footage, but I can tell you that even though it's 3 stories; the hallways are narrow, rooms small, stairs steep and even MORE narrow than the halls, and atmosphere is slightly cramped because of the limited space. It feels like an apartment, it's so small! Another downside, between school, moving, and having a social life (however minute it may be) I won't have time to write for as much a 3 weeks! So, I make a promise to you here, when I have the chance to report back-- day or night, weeday or weekend, I will.

I need to go pack more, I haven't even started on my dresser yet!
Always,
Hope

Pre-Friday Report

Note: This weekend is going to be very busy. On Friday, I'm doing my weekend homework as soon as I get home and heading over to a friend's house. I'm staying the night with her for her birthday. Then, on Saturday, an hour after I get home, I have to head over to a lobster feed that I'm serving at for community service. THEN, on Sunday, I'm going to Six Flags with some of my best friends. My schedule is so packed this weekend, I know that I will not even be able to squeeze in a Friday Report if I tried really really hard. So, in anticipation for my busy weekend, I am writing a Pre-Friday Report.


Cookie Massacre
Classes on Mondays are hectic. Mondays are the shortest days (we get out at 2:40 vs. 3:25) and we have all our classes except for 1st period. That makes for shorter passing periods, shorter classes, and heavier bags/backpacks. The shorter passing periods make for no time to get to my locker, causing us to lug around our textbooks all day. This Monday, I had my heavy backpack as usual (out of curiosity, I weighed it-- 41 pounds! HIGHSCHOOL TIP: BAGS ARE HEAVY. PACK AS LIGHTLY AS YOU CAN), 3 heavy textbooks (HIGHSCHOOL TIP: NO MATTER WHAT ANYONE SAYS, GET A LOCKER! IT WILL SPARE YOU GREATLY), and, to top it off, a tray loaded with home baked chocolate chip cookies.

I had baked my cookies in a general act of kindness. I was giving them to my health class, just because. But, it just goes to show, that when you're being nice for no reason, Karma goes bipolar, screwing things up.

I was walking down a crowded walkway on my way to Geometry, sluggish and weighed down. People were bumping me, and each time they did, I swayed back and forth, the weight of the heavy bag on one shoulder (I have a tote bag, it carries more) threatening to topple me to one side. I was unsteady, the books were sliding out of my hands, and people were bumping into me-- altogether, a very dangerous combination. Because of the glare in the silver tray, I wasn't able to see the pavement ahead of me and there was a raised panel in the sidewalk. My toe caught it and I toppled down, smacking my knee hard on the pavement and dropping EVERYTHING.

My face burning with embarrassment, I scrambled to gather up my textbooks and to get off the dusty ground. As I reached for the tray of cookies, hoping that the cover had protected them from the ground, I found that the cover had failed. There were all 40 of my delicious, secret recipe, homemade cookies fell on the sidewalk. All 440 of my cookies were never enjoyed. They never got to serve their purpose-- just making people smile. Those poor cookies.

Well, it's late, I'm tired, and I have a Geometry test tomorrow. So, have a great weekend everyone, and I'll post soon!

Always,
Hope

Missing

Okay, so I'm missing this week's Friday report. But I do have an explaination, I swear. Here it is, my super important, intelligent reason for not writing a Friday report:
I have nothing to say.

That's right. There is nothing to report this week.

Shout Outs

Today is Tuesday, September 7th. I'm done with my homework and the power just came back on (there was an accident, someone drank a little bit too much and a power pole jumped out in front of them ("That's all that happened, Officer, I swear!)and a small fire ensued. No one was hurt.) so I figured I'd go ahead and blog before going to bed. I'd like to thank my two favorite (and probably only) readers.

Shania/ FROSTING: That's right, code name shattered! Frosting's actual name is Shania Prince. Nia, I'd like to thank you for reading with me, crying with me, and of course, making me laugh for hours on end. (Stop reading dirty, Ni.) I love you Hopper (another nickname) and am sincerely proud to call you one of my two best friends.

and to Jill: You are an amazing woman with an amazing journey (everybody, she's a breast cancer survivor, not to mention an incredible person) and I am honored that you take the time to read my little blog. If only you knew how much I appreciate you and your blog. I hope you are feeling well and return to full health soon.

So thank you to these two amazing ladies and to anyone who is reading this! I appreciate the time you are loaning to my little thoughts. If you have a little more time, please leave me a comment, I think you might be forming an idea of how much they mean to me.


Always,
Hope

Friday Report #4

Happy 4th week of school everybody! I'm going to go ahead and skip the intro because I'm pretty tired and am ready to dive right into writing my Friday Report:

BAKE SALE
The bake sale for Europe (I mean the multi-cultural club, shh, don't tell the administration) was beyond successful. I made a grand total of: $69.75!
Whoooo! I was the only one with chocolate chip cookies there, and they sold like, well, home made chocolate chip cookies.

Homecoming
It seems everywhere I look, left or right, there are guys with roses in their hands (I am not kidding, I have seen roses as a part of asking out to homecoming) asking girls to homecoming. I, however, do not have roses in a glass vase and a dress hanging in my closet. I have made myself a promise that I will NOT be the pathetic girl who shows up to homecoming without a date. Nope, it's a date or a gallon of mint chip ice cream for me. (I'll be buying the icecream tomorrow, then.)

Which leads me to some sour personal news:
Why Homecoming Will Be Spent At Home
You probably don't know that (or maybe you do), but I have liked 1 guy for almost 3 years. In teenage time, that's forever. He, of course, was my ideal homecoming date. But, the ideal, as I am quickly learning, is about the farthest thing from what I am going to get (me, myself, and I). He has asked some other girl to homecoming. :( I wish I could just wise up and move on already, but really, there is no one else. :( He makes me crazy.

Happy Birthday Big Bird
Yes, yes, another code name. I would like to wish my dear, darling friend Big Bird happy birthday and would also like to appologize for the fact that her birthday waffles were cold. Sorry Big Bird!



Anyway, that's all I really have to report. Sorry there's no better news. (Although, I am honestly willing to admit that I'm just writing to myself. If you want to make me feel better and get a shout out in my next post, please comment telling me that I'm not some crazy weirdo writing to myself weekly.)

Always,
Hope