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