May Day

My school does a strange thing. We celebrate May Day. In short, May Day used to be celebrated mostly in eastern Europe. It is on May first, but my school did it today, because we have no school on Saturdays. Anyway, so yesterday, I found out that I had absoultely NOTHING to wear. NOTHING, I tell you. So I had to go out and buy one. I left my house at aroud 8 o'clock. the mall closes at nine. It was speed shopping, and it was very intense. Normally, I am a leisurely shopper. Last night, I went to four stores in less that forty-five minutes. I am SUPER-WOMAN! Not really. Anyway, I found a dress. I won't explain because I don't want to brag.
So May Day was very boring, just like it always is. I will take this time to apologize for the lack of substance in this blog. And also in the last few blogs. I haven't had anything interesting to say.
Good-bye, friends.
~Isabella

Please Don't Stalk Me

I had a really good idea of what to write about today. Unfortunately, it was about an exhibet at a museum that would reveal my location. I want no stalkers. I hope that you can understand that. I apologize for my lack of blogging, but I had a very good blog for today. I really did. I wish I could write it. But Alas, i cannont. And for that, I apologize. I will try to think of something that I can write about without telling where I live.
Please don't stalk me.
~Isabella

Pointless Post...Enjoy

I have not been in a writing mood this weekend. I apologize. Last weekend, I was in a very writy mood. I even made another blog for book reviews, and I did two post a day. Like I said, I was in a very writing-type mood. But I have decided that I will write a simple, short post here, and a review on my other blog (http://isabelsbookreviews.blogspot.com), so if you wish to read something longer, go there. GO THERE! All I have to say now is that I am tired, I am bored, and I don't want to go to school tomorrow.
Good Night, Friends
~Isabella

Lost...I Think Not

I have a some-what funny story I wish to tell.
So today, as I was walking back from the sports field at my school, a young man came running through the woods. He was not a student at my school. So he runs up to my friend and me, and at this point we're kind of freaked out. I mean, A STRANGER WITHOUT A SHIRT IS RUNNING UP TO US! AHH! So he comes right up to us, and asks: "I'm lost. Do either of you know where a main road is?" Being the hilariously funny girl that she is, my friend decides that she will play dumb. So she says to him (in a Southern accent, I might add): " Oh, Ahhm so sorry. We don't know the street names. We've from North Carolina (though it sounded mo like Ca-a-line-uh)." And he just runs back into the woods, just like that. There were plenty of other people he could have asked, but he came to ask us. Now I must ask the question: Did he really want directins?
(I am aware that was not a vey funny story, I had nothing else to say, I apologize.)
~Isabella

New Name!

I have decided that on the internet, I will now be known as Isabella. I am aware that my URL still says Isabel, but I can't help this. There is no reason in my doing this except for fun. Maybe at some point I will become Bella. Unfortunately, I no longer like that name. I can't look at it the same since Twilight. Thank you, Stephanie Meyer, for ruining that name for me.
I will now write a quick little piece on my opinion of Twilight: I will admit, I read these books. And at the time that I read them, I loved them. That was last year. Looking back on it, I realize how stupid it was. I am proud to say that I always hated the movies.
Back to the point of this blog: I am now Isabella.
~Isabella
(See what I did there? I wrote Isabella!)

The Yellow Boat

This Wednesday and Thursday, my grade is putting on a play. It was mandatory. Now, I like to act. Unfortunately, I'm an OK singer at best. Fortunately, the play we are doing is not a musical. For some unknown reason, my drama teacher decided to cast me as a lead role. The story is about a young boy in the 1980's with Hemophilia who gets AIDS. In the 80's, the medical care wasn't as good as it is now. In the end of the play, Benjamin (the child) dies. Every time we do this scene, I either cry, or feel my eyes burning. I am an emotional person.
In the play, I am the mother of Benjamin. I don't really know how I managed to tie down this role. All I know is that I am quite pleased by it. Quite pleased indeed. Our play is split into four sections, and there is a different mother, father, and Benjamin in each of them. Luckily, I am not the mother in the section that Benjamin dies, because I don't think I would be able to act very well if I were also trying to keep myself from crying. I blubber like a baby (and yes, I just said that).
Hopefully, it will go better than it has been in our rehearsals. Let's just say we have a lot left to do, and only two rehearsals left. YIKES! I hadn't realized it was this soon. I'm not trying to sound superior, but I think that my section is the most put together. We all have our lines memorized, unlike some of the other sections. Hopefully I won't choke onstage and ruin the whole play. That would not be good.
If you were wondering, The Yellow Boat is the name of the play. I'm not entirely sure why it's called that. It's something about a song someone sings in the play, I think. I'm just glad I'm not the one who has to sing that song.
Just a funny backstory: When I was little (second grade), I thought I was a really good singer, like every other little girl. But really, I was just tone deaf, and I thought I sounded good. Oh Isabel, you're so funny. Marry me?
I have no idea where that marry me? thing came from, but I refuse to delete it. So there.
~Isabel

It has come to my attention that...

It has come to my attention that...

I spend too much time on the computer.

I am taller than I had originally thought.

I am a messy person.

I enjoy blogging, so I make an unnecessary amount of posts.

I am quite young and immature, even though I don't like to think so.

I hate rian.

I hate cold weather.

I like rainbow colors.

I enjoy painting my nails.

I get annoyed by tiny things.

I am not very tollerant of things that bother me.

I am probably annoying.

I probably annoy people.

I like my long hair.

I do not want to cut my hair.

Though I do not want to gut my hair, I want to cut it off and donate it.

The timing on my blog is of my four hours.

I am very tired.

When i read sad books, I cry my eyes out.

I need to go to sleep.

~Isabel

Bored? Me too. (Again)

Well, I now know what happens when you press enter while the cursor is in the title box: it adds the post to the blog. Well, blogger, that is not what I wanted. Humph. Stupid Blogger.
I am very bored. So bored, in fact, that I have been sitting in front of my computer for the last two hours doing NOTHING. Absolutely nothing. So I have decided to blog. Again. Only because this is a slightly better use of my time that facebook. Ahh, yes, a topic. My thoughts on facebook: At first, when I got it around a year ago, I thought it was the coolest thing ever. I had FarmVille, and FishVille, and five other stupid simulation games. Yeah, it's ridiculous. I wasted hours everyday on facebook. Then I decided I needed to stop. I no longer play any of the stupid games (good move, Isabel). I no longer spend hours a day on facebook (another good move, Isabel). I probably go on twice a week, when I am exceptionally bored. It would probably be the best move to disable my account, but I can't bring myself to do that. I will just wait until I need it. It is pointless, in my opinion (though I wouldn't have thought this three months ago), to have facebook in Seventh grade. Eight grade is acceptable, when you are changing schools, and you want an easy way to stay in contact with your friends. High School, I believe, is the most appropriate time to have facebook. I don't care what your friends say: having facebook doesn't make you cool. Period.
Moving on to another painful waste of time on the computer. Sims. Sims 2, to be specific. This may be the most pointless waste of time on the computer. Basically, you sit there and control little people. It is for losers who have no friends, so they make friends for their Sims. I will admit it, this summer I probably spent at least two hours a day playing Sims this summer. It is even more pathetic than it would normally have been because it was, indeed, in the summer. THE SUMMER! I have a pool! I could have been swimming in my nicely heated pool, but no. What did I choose to do? Sit in my room, and stare at the computer screen. Thinking back on it, I can't believe I did that. BAHH, I'm so stupid. Even when I had friends over, I would play Sims. I know, I know, I'm pathetic. I'm aware. Don't judge me. I have changed my ways. I think that if I were still doing that, my parents would probably send me to Computer Addicts Anonymous. But now, I have renounced my ways.
Having said all this, I do not think blogging is a waste of time. It's the same as journaling, except that there are more people to read it (not that I think many people read my blog). My mother suggested that I don this, and I assume that she would never suggest that I get facebook or Sims. I am actually quite proud of myself for keeping up with my blog. I had thought that I would do a few posts, and give up. Oh no, not this girl. Wow, I sound stupid saying that. I also believe that my blog is a good use of time because it is improving my writing skills. I have always considered myself a fairly good writer, but as he old saying goes "Practice makes perfect". I'm sure my English teacher would be very proud of me. Maybe I'll tell her someday. Probably not.
On another note, I took an SSAT on Saturday morning (Secondary School Admission Test). It is the test you have to take if you want to go to a private High School. Let's just say it was not enjoyable. I spent three hours sitting in a chair taking my stupid test. My mother also made me do a SSAT prep course. I spent two hours every Friday taking practice tests. I must admit, it was helpful. The questions on the math section were very similar. All in all, I suppose it was less painful than it could have been.
Today, I spent about an hour redesigning my blog. I think it looks quite nice. I was always wondering how people had custom backgrounds. Today, I discovered cutest blog on the block., and they have a bunch of really cool backgrounds. I am quite happy with myself.
Tomorrow is President's Day. For those people who don't live in Massachusetts, it is a day we celebrate some of the presidents. What it means for me is no school! No school is always exciting. Also, tomorrow I am going to a laser tag place with a bunch of kids from my class. I am terrible at laser tag. Once I went for my friends birthday party (ELLE!), and some kids there were talking to her brother. They were asking him if he went to a laser tag camp, because they did. They were, in a word, losers. That's all I can say.
I am quite impressed by the length of the blog I just wrote. GO ISABEL! This was the longest blog I have ever written. I am quite proud of myself. I hope anyone who has reached this pint is not thoroughly bored.
~Isabel

Bored? Me too.

My Other Blog

I have decided that I will make another blog. This one will be for book reviews, and other posts about book. I have found that I am putting too may of these on my blog, but as I enjoy them, I will make a WHOLE NEW BLOG! YAAAAY!
Aright, so it is called http://isabelsbookreviews.blogspot.com/
if you wish to go and look at it. I will be adding some of the reviews I already have on this blog to it so it won't be empty, because I hate starting new things. I hope you will enjoy it.
Happy Blogging!
~Isabel

Orthodontics: Such A Pain

I currently have a palad expander in my mouth, and am required to wear elastics around the clock. I am lucky enough not to have braces. Yet. May 17, I will be getting them put on. Not that I don't want straight teeth, but who decided it matters? I mean, if we were all to have the teeth we have and not worry about it, braces would be unnecessary.
In Social Studies class one day, we read about A tribe of people called the Nacirema people. We sat there and listened to all the weird things that they do. Apparently, everyday the men cut their faces with small knives. Also, around once a month, the women bake their heads in small ovens. Most children were subjected to a cruel form of torture that consisted of places liberal mamount of metal in the childs mouth. After listening to about three pages of the weirdest rituals ever, it was revealed to us that Nacirema is American backwards (they were not real), and everything we were lead to believe that they did was what we do, but explained differently. The metal-in-mouth thing was braces (that's why I thought of it). The men cutting their faces in shaving, and the women baking their heads is when they go to the hair salon and sit under those funny little head do-dopps. Weird, huh?
I suppose some of the things we do to ourselves are extremely weird. Ah well, what am I supposed to do?
~Isabel

TwinDay TuesDay!

I will take you back to last week...
My friend Natalie and I were talking about how wish we could be six-year-olds again. Unfortunately, I doubt that will happen.
I will take you back to yesterday...
i came to school wearing my new sneakers. Natalie mentioned that she had the same shoes, and said that we should wear them on the same day. I decided to take it to the extreme; I said we should dress the same, like twins! You know how people dress their six-year-old twins the same? See! We are six! Well, we're six at heart, anyway. We had big bows in our ponytails, and people kept giving us funny looks all through the day. But we are six, so we didn't care! HA!
You may be wondering why we wish to be six. I will tell you that there is very good reasoning behind this claim: when you are six, you have no worries (akunamatata) and no work to do. When you are six the world is so much bigger, and there is nothing to be bothered by.
Oh, the days of kindergarten, and playing in the sandbox. When I was six, I wanted to be thirteen. Now that I'm thirteen, I want to be six. It just goes to show: We always want what we can't have.

~Isabel

The Woes of Reading

I love to read. I just had to put that out there to start off. My only problem is, my reading list gets backed up. I'm always reading a book, and I always have about five books that I want to read when I finish.
I am currently reading the Harry Potter series. Again. I love these books, I just can't get tired of them. Unfortunately, they are all between 300 and 800 pages. With all my schoolwork, and everything else I do, I'm probably not going to finish the series until the beginning of May.
OK, so if anyone is reading this who has never read Harry Potter, stop reading this RIGHT NOW, and go get the books. I will guarentee that by the time you are done with all the books, you will be pledging your alegiance to J.K. Rowling. (She's the authour, if any of the sorry excuses for human being who haven't read these books and didn't stop reading this to read the books doesn't know.) That was a very long sentence. Hopefully, by this time you all will understand how passionate I am about these books.
Go read some Harry Potter!
~Isabel