Summer or Spring?

The school year is almost out and no surprise... It's raining! So much for getting a tan this summer. The last couple of days I've been taking a camera to school to take pictures of all of my friends for a photo album and half of my friends are in a weird oh-mi-gosh I look sucky in all my pictures phase so I have to be really careful when I'm trying to snap a shot of them. Tomorrow there will be an awards assembly where they'll be handing out yearbooks to the students that bought them and of course I didn't have the sense to buy one earlier and have to wait and see if there are any left to buy On Monday. Good luck to me!!!

As summer comes to a close

As summer comes to close I've started to look back on what I did during the last three months and wonder. Was it worth it? What did I really do this summer besides take a short vacation, go to the pool, and lounge around my house. I mean to say what more could I have done? Could I have gotten out of the house and enjoyed myself like a normal person? I guess we'll never know.

Sick To My Stomache Of Fun

Lately we've been having a lot of fun and I'm also very sick so it's quite difficult to enjoy anything but the little children think that I'm in perfect health and that I can be subject to their every whim. SO not true. Also my cousin Derrick has been trying to get me to pay for us two to go on a camel ride and countless times I've denied him but he keeps coming back to ask for more.

The Boy Pee Wonder

My cousin has now assumed the nickname The Boy Pee Wonder because earlier today on our way back to my grandmothers house after hanging out in town we were in the car and derrick (his words not mine) unzipped his pants pulled out his pee-pee and peed into the nearest container which happened to be a coke can and as we pulled into the drive-way he offered his oblivious mother a drink and when she was raising it to her lips he screamed "don't drink it! I peed in it !" after this my aunt ran out of her car and quickly dumped the whole can into one of my grandmothers prize rose bushes. Now we know the value of empty pop cans.

I'm a Man!!!

there's this video of one of the old spice commercials and the ending goes "but I don't use them because..." and after he says that he pulls off his face and underneath is a woman and she says " I'm a woman." and after that the man come up behind the woman and says " Just kidding I use all of them because I'm a man."

hirarious right?

Cute Little Girl Dancing

We (my family and I) went to a talent show for our church and there was this little girl who got up and started dancing. SOOOOOO cute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

Mothers Day

It is mothers day tomorrow! I love my mom and I wish her the best mothers day ever! Mothers day is tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Voldemort is scarier in person.

how did i learn this? DREAMS can be a very good example of how scary people are in real life like I had a dream last night and me and my friends were running from Voldemort and eventually I was chased by Voldemort personally and he had me hooked up to this thing and he had this thing on my head and I was floating in the air and then I got unhooked from the floaty thing and started to run and somehow I got to Hagrid's hut and asked him to run into the forbidden forest and he said he would rather not so I ran into the forest alone and this is the weird part I end up on top of a centaur then Voldemort kills the centaur and wraps me in a cocoon thing and then he is about to kill me and dad wakes me up. see CREEPY!!!!!!!

SCARY

Glass, clowns, and sharks. Need I say more?

Music, Music, and torture beyond belief.

Today we will use fake names.

We had a music program yesterday and guess what? We failed big time and what makes it worse is that my parents were there and they gave me THE look (a.k.a. the what the heck is going on here? You're one of the people who put this together? look.) And THEN they start choking on there sobs from laughing so hard. It was so embarrased!!!! :( see what I mean I can't even put my sadness in words I have to put it into a stupid computer sad face. Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!! The ONLY good part of the morning was when Ms. Piplup said it was all her fault that nothing went right. Ha! Ha! Ha! Ms. Piplup. She is still on the list on one of the many wicked witches of the northwest.

Drama, drama, and more drama.

For the purpose of this story I will use fake names to replace the real ones.

Drama is the center of my life right now. For example my friend Winnie was "dating" my friend

Taylor and in the end Taylor decides to dump Winnie for her worst enemy the wicked which of the northwest Zippy. See? My life is WAYYYYYYYYYYYY messed up all I can say to the world is get a grip people no 6th grader needs to be "dating" someone else cause guess whats going to happen one of the people will break up with the other and that only leads to hurt feelings and grudges. But guess what? The stupid people in this world do it anyway. Well thank you to the idiots of the world for entertaining us all with your complete ineptitude.

Ren Fair: mirror mirror on the wall who's the craziest of them all.

ever been to ren fair? Do Not go it is like your surrounded by crazy people in costumes that are from fairy tales. I wanted to yell Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is the ugliest of them all. I know mean right? I'm terrible I even laughed at one guy (silently of course). Although there are really pretty things you can buy. For example I bought a b-e-a-utiful necklace.

this weekend

this weekend my aunt shannon is here with her baby boy Kamdon HE IS SOOOO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shakespearian

Want to know what's crazy? Shakespearian. I mean who in the world wants to try and decipher the words "Alas, that love, so gentle in his view, Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!"? which actually means " It's sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it's actually very rough when you experience it." Why in the world would some one want everyone to be confused by your writing?

Poems

I have 3 different pieces of writing that I maggie wrote.

Romance By: Maggie

Romance is the person who left the ruby red rose on your doorstep. Romance is the person walking at a brisk pace when meeting another. Romance is the person that kisses a girl's hand then walks slowly, patiently, longingly away. Romance is the boy who won't leave you alone. Romance lives in a little white house with red trim. He/She keeps a soulmate for everyone who's not afraid to lose a bit of independence. Romance is the girl waiting solemnly while eating a box of chocolates and watching Little Women over and over and over. Romance is that dog-like brother who follows his girlfriend's every move until the perfect time to go down on one knee. Romance is the hand-written note in your mailbox. Romance is the boy in every girl's dreams. Romance is the man you never knew you loved. Romance is the candlelight dinner from your dad to your mom. Romance is the small and beautiful diamond ring your fiance slips onto your finger at the wedding. Romance is the kind of person you could imagine as a knight in the medieval period. Romance is the man who would take a bullet for the woman he loves. Romance is the graceful, beautiful, swan-like girl you met at senior prom. Romance is the thought that pops into your head when you find the one. Romance is the girl who giggles when her friend teases her about her crush. Romance is the quarterback who wishes his girlfriend would like him for him and not his position on the team. Romance is the businessman who falls in love with his partner. Romance are the characters in a show you know need to fall in love. Romance is the windswept woman who's laughing in the rain.

Rosie's Sweet Shoppe By: Maggie

I am sitting in my Grandmother's cherry red car, pulling into the parking lot outside of my favorite place, a little candy shop in downtown Tehachapi, California. I enter and take my rightful place behind the counter. I glance away from the counter and ogle at the colossal barrels of saltwater taffy sitting in the corners. I watch the luminous cardboard cutouts for any distinct sign of movement. My eyes search the aisles of sweets, and I hear their bubbly voices beckoning me towards them. I can hear the musical chime of the bell that announces the arrival of each and every customer. I can hear my grandmother's twitter of a voice soaring through the air to tell me for the thousandth time that I'm her lucky charm. Then I hear the musical hum of conversation between customer and owner. I taste the nectarous chocolate of a kinder egg as my thoughts dwell on the surprise inside. I also sample a toothsome packet of Razzles, as they hit my tongue, I start to glisten with pleasure. I also savor a nibble of divine candy as if it's my last. I now understand that this small sweet shoppe in the middle of a small town is my favorite place to be.

I Am From By: Maggie

I am from the bookshelf stocked with adventure and romance and everything in between.

I am from the little picturesque house on Monroe.

I am from the little closet of a room that holds my memories captive.

I am from a small and deathly silent college town.

I am from the black and white pages of the books that keep their stories alive.

I am from the ground that ties me to my ancestors roots deep, deep, deep underground.

I am from the landscape green and lush.

I am from a family woven close together like a quilt.

I am the quaint little doll on the 'sill.

I am from the city bustling busy city.

I am from the first day at a new school anxious, afraid, and sorrowful.

I am from the day I came 'til the day I leave.

I am from, I am from.