Man, did I forget to blog before? I dunno, I really don’t mind. I forget sometimes. Haha, Today we made weird hats in choir- more like head bands. Mine has ears. I look like Rudolph. I was embarrassed. I found out that my friend, Jesse, who’s a dude that is so stubborn but one of my first friends, was right about lunch being three dollars. Lincoln, my other friend, who’s name I know has been spelled right, had me rush into the library to print him the notes. I’m happy I did. ^^ It’s kind of weird that I can’t say no to friends, maybe it’s because I always think, ”I have nothing else to do at home, might as well. plus you were going to do that anyway, you might as well.” That little voice usually is right. I am a huge procrastinator, but I usually get on time. On YouTube, for some reason, I usually go for funny animal videos. Lots of people do I guess, but mine are always about kittens. Hmm, weird. I have a friend -I think- that always thinks that I think she’s weird. It’s funny, but annoying. I’m hungry, Mac n’ Cheese sounds good. Oh, haha, I have a corn dog in the microwave, it’s been sitting there for a while, better go get it.

got it. there aren’t going to be capital letters while i eat so just saying. mustard and catsup. catsup i wonder why it’s called that. I took a personality test a while ago. it seems- oh, found out why some ketchup is called catsup: cuz catsup is spicier. Learned something new today.

Now, um, you know I dont think a lot of people will read this but oh well, I like writing. ^^ As you can see the capital letters, I’m done eating. Yay.

This may be wird but I don’t know how you will react. Okay, now I have a theory. I have a theory to why people cry in class. You’ve at least had one or maybe heard of somebody crying in class. Well, when you were younger, you or somebody else tried to hide them crying -if they didn’t well, I’ll get to that- it’s because they were embarrassed or think it’s bad to cry, because at some point of your childhood before school, you were told to stop crying forcefully by somebody older or admired. Dose that make sense?  When I felt like crying in class -I had recently gone through a short depression, which was broken when I talked to a very close friend- I kept thinking about the times I cried in class, ow I would lie about the reason I was crying. I thought, “Why are you going to cry? You trying to get attention, you’re just being greedy, cry only when you mean it.” I was beginning to get mad at myself. Why was  I going to cry? I didn’t. I thought, people will think that you’re just trying to get attention, and then I thought, or they would be scared. When ever consoling somebody you sometimes leave them alone because you feel helpless to help, you care but you can’t get through to them. I think, that half is also pride to not cry or lie about crying.

Now, when you feel like somebody’s tears aren’t real, think about it. Not the what they did, the why. Why would they do that? Make a scene? Make a sobby story? Why is the question. Sometimes, it’s just to get closer to somebody, or get forgiveness. But mostly, I think it’s attention, when somebody feels so isolated that they must humiliate themselves to have people around them. Just another theory.

*Maybe I’ll title these Blogs with the poem title.

<Caramel Apple: Caramel sticks to my mouth, I like it off. So sweet. I love the apple’s taste. Sweeter. My mouth gets sticky, uncomfortable, but still in a way very nice. Sweet juices of the Candy apple. Now we’re leaving, I wish I had gotten another candy apple. Maybe next time, you can finally see those Candy Apples.>