So I was informed today that tomorrow the local public library that I volunteer at (that's right folks- if you have a question about libraries I'm the one you can call on! *rolls eyes* I hate my job...) that there's gonna be this lady coming that will be bringing edible bugs- yes ladies and gentlemen, chocolate ants, bbq worms, and jello crickets! You may be wondering the same thing that I was- BLECH!- I can assure you, I was DEFINATALLY not gonna do it (who would?), but then I learned that whoever eats the most bugs gets a prize- yes, an ipod! So then I thought- I'M GAME!- and have decided that I am going be eating bugs tomorrow... I may die... but if I get an ipod it's all worth it! Although I don't think ipods are allowed in heaven... So if I do die- this will be my last post. (This is being a tad dramatic... ^_^) Thank you all for reading it, and remember- the life of a 9th grader (almost 10th grader...woo woo!) is hard.

All right, now that I'm done saying good bye (*rolls eyes*) here's the site of all the "edible" bugs that I will be eating... try not to puke lookingn at the pics! (^_^)

eatbugs.com enjoy! ^_^ 

VROOM! VRRROOOOM! SCREECH! CRASH! Yes my friends, those are the sounds of me driving! One of the many perks of turning 15 is getting a permit, and boy am I getting one! It's everyone kids dream to one day ride to school in a red convertible with their boyfriend and/or girlfriend (and I say and/or beacause there are some weird kids these days at school, and I wouldn't be suprised if they had a boyfriend and a girlfriend... *shudder*) in the passenger seat, as you shake your long blonde hair in the wind while  the whole school stares at you enviously. AH... if only. That dream wouldn't work for me because a) I'm driving a green something-or-other car, not red, and definatally not a convertable, b) I don't have a boyfriend at the moment  (or a girlfriend thankfully), c) our school is too big to all be watching one person drive up to the school- there'd definatally be some trampiling going on and d) I don't think anyone has ever stared at me enviously. But the good news is, I have blonde hair, so I could still partially pull of the red convertable dream. (With a green something-or-other car... and I'd have to stick my head out the window to let it blow in the wind, which would cause some major accidents...) Getting my permit means slave work to my mom. She plans on making me go to Wal Mart to "pick up the milk I forgot to get" or to go to Khol's to "get that shirt I've been dying to have". Oh well- she's paying gas. 

Yesterday I turned 15! I am no longer a girl, I am a woman! It feels great being 15. 15 means maturaty, more responsibilities... and rock concerts! In celebration of turning the big 1-5, I went down to a public pool with some friends to swim all day. But with swimming comes sunburns- and no sunblock can prevent that, no matter what they tell you. Some make the sunburn less red, so you don't notice it, but others seem to dissapear the moment you put it on, and give you the worst sunburn known to man- which- of course- happened to me. I am completelly red all over- it's like I didn't even wear a swimsuit- WHICH I DID! My shoulders- and oddly my nose too- hurt like crazy. I went shopping today, and each time I tried on clothes I cried screams of pain that got me lots of odd looks.  The worst part is that my nose is pealing. It's the weirdest thing- no matter how much you scrub, wipe, or punch (I'm joking about the punching part... ^_^) your nose, the pealing only gets worse. I've learned to just slather on some make up and -POOF- the pealing looks that much better. I don't know what I'm going to do at school tomorrow- if anyone sees my nose the way that it is, I'll become the next big joke (right after the girl who died her hair blue). But only 6 more days, and then I can peal all I want and not care who sees. Except if I order pizza or somthing and the pizza guy is cute, then I have to wear a ski mask and look like a robber who is ordering pizza... which isn't as bad as a pealing nose.

Yeah... its almost summer!!! Just 6 more days of school and I am free to sleep until I'm forced to get up because I start tasting my own breath! (Eww... That sounded rather nasty...) But there are a few problems.... a)I have two D's in school b) I can't figure out how to bring them up 3) my mom thinks I have straight a's and b's. Ooops... you could say that I slacked off a little in the homework department.... and the test department. And the studying department... ok, so I'm a slacker. I don't like school, and school doesn't like me. (We're arch enemies.) Don't get me wrong- I love the guys. (Not the goth guys with the 50 earrings in their lip and the multiple tattoos on their arms, but the cool, yet sorta nerdy guys. I'm attracted to nerdy stuff. ^_^) But all the guys in school couldn't save me from failing. Personally, I think my teachers are just out to get me, so they fail me on purpose. It's all because I called my teacher fat in 6th grade. (In fact, that's when my grades started plummeting... man, I miss elementary school... esspeccially the naps.) I didn't say it to her on purpose- I was calling her fat to my friend, and she happened to over hear our conversation, so it's only her fault for getting all self concious and freaked out. In fact, I normally don't say those sorts of things about people (out loud), but I was feeling angry that day because some guy at school told me I looked like Hello Kitty (How? She's a cat! Do I look like a little white cat with a bow in her hair? That would be a NO!) so I sorta took out my anger on my teacher. So that's what started it all. I bet that teacher told all my future teachers "Fail her", and- sadly- they listened. Besides failing school (my arch enemy), Gary is furthermore pushing my life down the tubes. Ok, Gary is my ex-boyfriend. (And Gary is not his real name... it's much nerdier... ^_^) We went out for 3 months- 3 LONG tortourus months. I didn't like him from the start- I just felt bad for poor Gary because he never got girlfriends, so I thought "Okay, 1 week and I'll break up with the dude", but I have a very weak inner self, (that was deep... ^_^) so I let the worst relationship I've ever been in (Harsh, I know.) drag on 3 months. Anyway, Gary is still feeling "hurt" that I broke up with him, so he goes around school all mopey and sad (After a month!! What a weirdo...), and when people ask him what's wrong, he'll say "The love of my life broke my heart" and then the little traiter will pull out a picture of me show the person. Then the person hates me for "hurting" him. Gary gets around- he's told pratically the whole school, so now everyone pretty much thinks I'm this huge heart breaker. Thanks, Gary... Just another reason to move onto 10th grade next year- new school, new BIG school, lots of people, less chance to run into Gary. (I'm thinking about releasing wild, rabid ducks on Gary and letting them peck at his face, that way when people ask him what happened to his face, he can pull out a picture of a duck and everyone can start hating ducks instead of me...) Don't get me wrong- I still have a good number of friends, and alot of people think that Gary is just pathetic, but I still get a good number of people giving me the evil eye. *sigh* The bad part is Gary works at Chic-Fil-A, so if I ever dare to show my face in there again, I'll have to look at his pathetic "sad" eyes again, so... sigh... no more waffle fries for me. (darn... I really enjoyed those...) But sacrafices must be made to avoid ex- boyfriends... which in turn, I hope, takes my life back out of the tubes...