Dead Cat

So today I was out having a nice bike ride with my dad. We went around our town and down a bunch of quiet streets. I saw some of my friends' houses, and I was just having a good time. While on one of the busier roads, I was on the sidewalk and my dad was on the road. I noticed something on the sidewalk, so I turned back to look. On the small patch of grass in between the sidewalk and the road, there was a black, dead animal. I couldn't tell what animal it was; I knew it was either a dog, a cat, or a fox. My dad had obviously seen it and said, "Just go around it, leave it alone." Like I was going to touch it. I asked what it was, and he told me it was a dead cat. It was honestly the grossest, most traumatic experiences of my life. I cannot get the picture out of my head! I'm still shuddering at the thought. Okay, so I know that probably no one reads this, but if you do I want you to try and think of your most disgusting experience. This is kind of a lame entry because I don't really have much to write about, so I'm just going to end it now.


Dum vita est, spes est

Arts Acadamy

Well, I know that it's been a long time since I've posted anything, but I have some pretty big news. In my first entry I wrote about how I was applying to a really awesome arts acadamy. It was a lottery, and totally random selection, but I was accepted! I'm pretty excited. So next year I'll do half day at my normal school and half day there. Not much has really been going on in my life, so I don't really have much to write about. Although, I just found out today that Sarah Dessen is writing a new book, but it's not coming out until May of 2013 :/ I don't really wanna wait. But it's not like I have a choice. See, this entry is reallly boring. I have nothing to write about. I think I'm going to go now. So enjoy my incredibly boring post. Peace! :)


Dum Vita Est, Spes Est

Embarrassment

Hey! Well, I know that it's been a while (actually it's been since November 30th) since I've written, but I just haven't had much to write about. I mean, I'm always writing, but it's usually stuff that isn't about to go on the internet (actually it will never leave my little purple journal and will never be read by anyone except me). However, I finally have a topic to write about. So I quit my showchoir solo, basically because I didn't want to embarrass myself and I hated the song. At one point, the lyrics are "you're a vegetable, you're a vegetable, still they hate you, you're a vegetable, you're just a buffet, you're a vegetable, they eat off of you, you're a vegetable" Seriously. Those are the lyrics. You can even look them up: Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' by Michael Jackson. Anyway, today I got incredibly embarrassed. Last year, on a fieldtrip to Massachusettes, during the long bus ride, I started to sing (badly) a song that we learned in fourth grade, and play the drum part on my knees. Little did I know, my friend Olivia was filming me. For the morning announcements, there was a video about how my grade will be missed when we go off to high school. After watching a clip of a boy dancing to "Wanna Be" by the Pussy Cat Dolls, it cut to the video of me. In front of the whole school. It was awful, and only got worse as the clip ended and text popped up saying "Remember that?" So now I want to hear in the comments (as if I'm actually talking to anyone) what your most embarrassing moments were. I think that humiliation is the worst. Well, enjoy recalling some of the most mortifying moments in your life!

Dum vita est, spes est