Crush Crazy Weekend

Hey Blogger! So you may know that I have this "secret" crush on this kid I met or whatever. And if you haven't heard, I have a "secret" crush on this kid I met...or whatever. But I had other issues in that area, aside from the fact that I knew him for not even 3 days (2 years) there were other issues. 2 years? Yeah, in the 2.5 days that I knew him, he claimed that he's known me for 2 years which I stood there in confusion, believing that I'd know what I did in the past 2 years and someone I was that close to, I would've remembered. But I didn't say this of course, but I really knew exactly what he was talking about. I acted confused, but I really knew exactly what he was talking about. I know this may sound weird, but years ago when I first met him for like another course of 3 days, I instantly had a crush on him. No joke, I'm actually not even kidding. I remember seeing him years ago and having a crush on him just by physical appearance or whatever, but it died down fast and was really minor because we never interacted. Then after courses of 3 days every 3 months and following that, summers after that for longer than 3-day-periods we did end up hanging out. The minute he claimed he's known me for 2 years, I was like very confused and minutes later I kinda remembered it and realized he wasn't making it up. I do remmeber hanging out with him when I was like 9-12 years old and Riley was annoyed of it too. Not because she liked him, 'cause she's not a pesky little pinhead who goes and steals other people's crushes, but just because she found it weird and annoying that I was hanging out with some boy at the age of 10. But I remembered and it was odd. He didn't seem like the kind of kid to make up a story like that either, actually believing that I'd fall for it, that I actually knew him. Making up a story is one thing, making up a story about the person you're telling it to is just plain stupid and he's smarter than that, I can tell. But he wasn't wrong and it took me several thinking breaks to realize it. I remember long before we talked, I always watched this kid and thought "I wanna talk to him!" but the 9-year-old gut inside of me had no chance. I don't know, I guess he looked oddly interesting. Anyway, so then when I met him again almost a week ago, he hooked up with one of my "aquantinces" (current enemy and couch spot stealer in this very moment) and it made me really upset. So I kinda put Riley in the same situation, with jealousy and what not early in that 3-day course and I guess karma was kicking my butt. Well so I acted like I supported my friend/aquantince in the relationship, just to put me out of the clear, so it would be the last thing anyone would expect. Then on the last day, there was this one awkward moment that happened during a singing thing, but we don't talk about that. Not even Riley knows about it and now the public knows! Well so then after we saw each other for the last time at a singing thing (where he copied my actions I made up for the song, but that's not important) I looked at him one more time and says my last goodbyes. He's been in my head at least once an hour and I haven't stopped thinking about him. Long distance "relationship" is the pain of it all. Well I do feel like he hasn't thought of me once since we hadn't seen each other in almost a week. I didn't have the guts to do anything in the 3 days I did see him daily, but now I wish I'd of had more guts than I did back then. Normally, the best idea would be to move on because we will never see each other again, but that's not technically the case. In 7 months from now, we will meet at the same place again. So I move on for a medley seven months and then start this crazy crush all over again in November!? At this point, I don't really know what to do. Well my art sketchbook says a lot about it. Maybe a little too much. Well anyway, this'll be s hard process, but with Riley's help, I'll figure it out. Thanks for reading The 98 Problens of Maya Hart and be sure to check back again soon and don't miss the Season 2 Premiere Week of Girl Merts World, starting Monday May 11th @ 8:30pm! Thanks again and love you all!

The Black Swimming Hole 2010

"Come on! Just one more lap, Maya!" 8-year-old Riley yelled from her end of the pool. I tried as hard as I could, but at 9 years old and still having not the slightest clue how to swim, I was frustrated with the concept of swimming and all I wanted to do was give up. But how could I? Riley was counting on me to be able to swim by the summer which was only 5 months away for the trip to Hawaii the Matthews' invited me to, randomly. I spun my arms in circles and helplessly stood up, the water slowing me down. "I can't do it, Riley! I'm just not cut out for this!" I cried rubbing my eyes. "Come on, Maya. I know you can do it!" Riley encouraged me. I sometimes felt like the majority of the compliments she gave me were to feel better about myself and she didn't really mean it, but she felt genuinely sorry for me. "Okay, try this!" Riley said gliding herself down the pool. "Back swimming? I have a better chance of achieving that when I'm dead and float like those river rafts that hold like 10 adults at once and still don't drown!" I remarked. "Actually, back swimming is easier than forward swimming. I can do back swimming way easier than forwards swimming, it's faster too!" Riley smiled. I looked at her, then back at Mr. Matthews, sitting on the chairs watching. Riley and I were both old enough to get into the pool alone, but Mr. Matthews didn't trust me going in, knowing I wouldn't wear a life jacket and I wouldn't stay where I could touch if I had no supervision. I looked down at my feet in the water, which looked smaller in water than they normally did. It reminded me of when I was 3 and I looked down at my little feet as I sat in my craddle all day long, waiting for at least something as interesting as a truck to drive by outside the window, I always stood on my tippy toes and looked out at the little kids playing outside, wishing I could only be one of them. The way people view celebrities, is the way I viewed those kids. It was just something I could only imagine, as I watched other people live my dream. I looked up from the water and at Riley. She smiled, gesturing me to lay down in the water and attempt to float along stream like she just showed me. I turned around and raised my eyebrows at Riley, looking for an answer. "Go on" she suggested. I laid down slowly and fell instantly on my butt in the shallow end of the pool. "Oooh, should'a gone deeper for that one" Riley regretted. "Ya think" I said standing up, rubbing my back. "Okay, well...OMG!!!" Riley started freaking. "What?" I said sassily. I think my annoyed-of-everything teenage years poked a bit too early. Like 5 years early. "I gotta pee, I REALLY gotta pee!!" Riley said holding it in. "Then why don't you just go?" I asked, confusingly. "Right! Keep practicing, get your business done, and I'll go get mine done!" she said rushing as fast as her little feet could go to the washroom. I stood there dreaming of Hawaii, and the beauty it was gonna be. If I could just do this, I could be in Hawaii in 5 months. I'd be the first and biggest trip of my life. Just me, Riley, her parents and 1-year-old Auggie, flying on a plane to Hawaii. Cocoanut drinks, boiling sunshine, extreme waterparks. I just had to go. I had to do this. When I realized how long I'd been standing there, drifted off into the thought of living the dream life in Hawaii, I realized I was still standing in the middle of a public swimming pool in New York and there were several kids wondering what the heck I was even doing. I looked around, and then down at the water. I slowly lowered myself in. "Actually, back swimming is easier than forward swimming" Riley's voice repeated in my head. So, I flipped around and started dreaming of Hawaii and the beautiful hotel room and the ocean blue right out the window. To have room service, and actual food I can eat and I'll even like it too! The sand and the games, people in bikinis, shorts and tank tops, flip flops and floral necklaces. It wouldn't be all in my head for long. Then it was dark. Pitch black, and I felt as if I were sleeping. I couldn't wake up, I couldn't move, it was like I had no control of my own body. Like a sleep I couldn't wake up from, like I was stuck sleeping. It was like thatfor a while, no sound, no feeling, no nothing. Just emptiness. I didn't know how long it was, but I started hearing sirens and voices like there was some sort of emergancy. I felt my weight being lifted off the ground. I opened my eyes and for as long as I could remember, I could finally see and feel the world around me. Just that alone was a relief. There were paramedics, ambluance and doctors all around me. I didn't remember where I was, I just saw the scene of the swimming pool and the scared looks on the faces of strangers. I felt myself being carried by a touch I didn't know. I was put onto the stretcher and I felt it wheeling out of the swimming pool. I opened my eyes completely and the first thing I saw was Mr. Matthews carrying Riley, as she cried into his shoulder. I felt being lifted into the ambluance and we were driven to the Coney Island Hopsital. The drive felt long, really long. I felt like being strapped to the stretcher was a more painful feeling than the cold hard floor of my basement where I spent most of my early grade school life after school. When we got there, the stretcher was pushed into a hospital room, that didn't look child-friendly at all. I was only 9 years old, and even for me it was a little bit freaky. "Okay, can you hear me?" a young lady said to me, she looked like she was at the oldest 25 years old. I nodded my head. "Okay, we're gonna need to check your breathing and your heart beat, we're also going to check your blood pressue" she said. I looked at her confused, realizing I was wearing a wet bathing suit and the rest of me was basically dry. She took off my bathing suit and put me into a hospital dress. Luckily, I was so young that I didn't even have breasts yet, so it wasn't completely awkward. She stuck little stickers all around my stomache until I heard the machine beside me beep. Then she took it off and wrapped a velcro bracelet around my wrist and pumped the thing beside it, checking my blood pressue. She used a stethiscope to check my heart beat. "Everything looks good, how do you feel?" she asked. "I'm okay" I said quietly. Then I saw Mr. Matthews standing in the doorway. "Are you her legal guardian?" the doctor asked. "Actually no, her mother is at work and she usually spends most of the time with us" he said. "Okay, so I'm going to have you fill out a form, come with me" she said leading Mr. Matthews out of the room. Riley's little head peeped in, checking if the coast was clear. "Maya!" she ran in and hugged me. "Are you okay?" she asked. "What happened?" I asked her. "I don't really know, I went to the bathroom and there were a bunch of lifeguards in the pool getting you out and they laid you on a towel until the ambulance got there and they toom you away" Riley explained. "So I drowned?" I asked. "Probably" she smiled. Mr. Matthews came in with the nurse, he picked me up and pulled Riley aside. "Thank you so much for your help" he said. I felt sorta dizzy and leaned my head on Mr. Matthews' shoulder. "Yep, no problem!" the nurse smiled. Mr. Matthews carried me out to the car and put me in Auggie's seat. Riley got beside me and held my hand. "You can change when you get home, Maya. Riley'll lend you some clothes" Mr. Matthews said. The whole drive home was silent, Mr. Matthews got me out when we got there and carried me inside. Mrs. Matthews came running to us and asked if everything was okay. "Yeah, I'm just going to tell Katy what happened" he said. He set me down by Riley and took the phone. He went into his room and shut the door. "Do you need anything, Maya?" Mrs Matthews asked. "I'm just kinda hungry" I said. She smiled and went into the kictchen. Riley and I sat on the couch and watched TV. It was a scary adventure and something I don't expect to happen again, yet every time we go swimming I go into the deep end without a life jacket on, riding a plastic tube. Well thanks for reading The 99 Problems of Maya Hart and be sure to watch the new episode of Girl Meets World, coming this Friday night at 8:30pm on Disney Channel!

Friction of Addiction

Hey Blogger! So I know that there are some of you reading this who are about as dumb as I am. So the title of this post may not be totally clear to you. So "friction" means something that stops you. The term "addiction" most of you probably know is something that you can't stop doing. So "friction of addiction" is something that's stopping me from getting rid of an addiction. Cool? Okay, moving on. So thanks to Riley if you go all the way back, I have a huge addiction problem that started thanks to Riley and her old "friction of addiction." So back in 2014, Riley and Farkle were all hooked up, leaving me and Lucas blah blah blah, if you're familiar with this blog, you will definitely know that story. So during that time, I was forced into playing this game with them and often I gave in and the game became an addiction. Not just to Riley, but to me as well. So then in 2015, Riley got out of this addiction and she went back to her old self, relationship wise. Personal wise, she didn't go back for months after this. Anyhow, this game that Riley appeared to have quit, was unexpectedly hard for me to quit, even though in 2014 I was the one who never wanted to play. So now I was left as the only one who wanted to play. But at the sane time, I wanted to go back to the way we appeared in Girl Meets World. So I wanted to be like we were then, and I wanted out of this game like I did in 2014 except oddly, I also wanted to keep playing at the same time. The saddest part is, I am still that way. I wanna play, but I wanna quit too. So the friction is me wanting to quit and the addiction is that  i I wanna keep playing. I hope you guys are following me here because it's getting complicated. So now the struggle is what to do. I know the right thing to do is to quit, but the addicting and easy way out is to keep playing. In reality, I wanna quit. I've made it my goal to quit and throw this outta my mind forever. But the thing is I don't know how to quit. It's like any addiction that you want to quit. Biting your nails, things like that. You want to quit, but you don't know how to. So my goal that is set as of this second is to quit. Well I'm writing this to you while I'm on a car drive, seriously. So if better hit the road and check back on The 99 Problems of Maya Hart again soon! And be sure to watch Girl Meets Demolition on What the What Weekend coming April 17th. Thanks for reading, peace out!

Another Thing I Can't Do

Hey guys, what's up? Okay so I'm pretty bored right now, me and Riley both started screaming like crazed maniacs at her mom, Mrs Matthews and so she took both of our phones away and said we can't have them back until we apologize, or we won't get them back 'til school goes back in like 8 days. So that's a bust. So anyway, let's catch up. So a couple nights ago there was a huge "arguement" between me and some of my friends. The kids from American Idol are our friends and they were over with us and we all were having our usual sleepovers. So then a full-on verbal war broke out and it was like an American Idol vs. Girl Meets World battle. Me, Riley and Auggie fell against Jax, Rayvon and Katherine and the verbal offenses were thrown on top. Then we were going to get Qaasim from their show to come and be on our team, but Jax freaked and yelled at Qaasim before he even joined a team. A freaked Qaasim bolted to get Riley Bria, Jax's boyfriend to help him and when he did, Riley Bria was on the verge of joining our team, as Qaasim backed down and didn't wanna participate in it at all. Then Lucas came in and yelled so hard at our side, immediately taking the side of American Idol and he's on Girl Meets World. So he was fed up with me and Riley going against Jax and started to beat me up. He basically ripped my hair out, bruised the back of my head and also the front. Not to mention he ripped my arm apart. Not 100% literally, I still have 2 arms FYI. So how it worked was, I was on the back side of the bed, Riley was in the middle and Auggie was beside Riley. So Lucas was standing off the bed, on Auggie's side of it, not mine. So in attempt to hit me, he also hit Auggie and he started crying his eyes out and Qaasim took him to Mr and Mrs Matthews. Riley felt the physical burn too, but she's 13 and was able to handle it easily. It didn't hit her hard either. I got it the worst because, well I was the intentional target, Auggie got it the second worse because he was the closest to Lucas and Riley got it the least, so she was 100% okay. Then as I kept throwing comebacks at Jax, Lucas hit me everytime me or Riley said anything. He never hit Riley, even when she was the one to say something wrong. So after a long 10 minutes of me and Jax arguing, Lucas beating me everytime me or Riley said a thing, I adventually became to injured to take no more. Lucas got me one last time, he slammed my head into the wall and gripped my arm so tightly and dragged his nails down it, leaving blood clots. I couldn't take it anymore, pretending I was fine. I bursted out crying and couldn't stop. It was unusually silent as I sat there, the only one making a sound. Then adventually conversation slowly started up and it was definitely not good. Then it suddenly all stopped, Jax went to bed, Riley and I laid down and everyone else backed down and all went back to where they were before it all began. Then Jax started conversation when only me, Riley, Jax and Katherine were left in the room. We all apologized for our fired back comebacks and rude intellectual comments that were unessecary to be said at all. Then Auggie came back in to make sure everything was okay. He was sad that his Easter egg hunt was ruined. It was Saturday night, the night before Easter. Jax told Auggie that his hunt would not be ruined and we'd all have fun doing it together. Confident and happy, Auggie joined Riley and I in bed and we all fell out like lights. The worst part of it all was, I had no will and no strength to defend myself or help myself at all. I curled up at everytime Lucas was beating me, and I cried and screamed. I have no self-defense at all. Self defense, another thing I cannot do. I thought I was fearless, but now I fear pyramids made of humans, ballerina's and physical abuse. Anyway, the next morning we all enjoyed our Easter egg hunt and all went on as usual. We haven't heard from or talked to Lucas since that night. I'd like to keep it that way, everyone I know is furious. But not everyone is furious with him, some, like Sarah, are furious with me for letting that happen to me. I bound to keep this a secret from anyone that has authority over either of us, me or Lucas. Nobody with authority can find out, I don't want anyone to know. Well anyway, things happen and life goes on. I've been through emotional pain since I was 3 years old and physical pain since I was 5 years old. Emotionally, when I was 3 years old, I was tortured with neglect by my mom and the loss of a father figure in my life. At 5 years old, I found myself locked out of my house and having no where to go and I got severe frost bite during the winter when my mom was never home from work until 8pm at night and I got out of school at noon, being in kindergarten and waited for hours outside in the cold. My cuts from basic falling and slipping and using scissors swelled up as a child because they were never treated. So I've been through many forms of pain as a child and I can handle it very well now and I'm totally okay. 100% need no help whatsoever. Thanks for reading The 99 Problems of Maya Hart and be sure to stay caught up, and watch Girl Meets World on Disney Channel! Don't miss the new episode, Girl Meets Demolition, Friday April 17th at 8:30pm!

April Fools Day 2015 - Last Minute Prank

Hey Blogger!! So last night I got in bed and realized that I hadn't played a single April Fools Day prank. So I got out of bed, and decided to play a prank on my Google+ followers. I told them that Girl Meets World was cancelled and I was deleting my account. This blog would've been cancelled as well. I woke up and comments on the post were rolling in and some people were freaking and others were saying that it was an April Fools Day prank. Then some people were saying its not an April Fools Day prank, but those people were wrong. It was just a prank and Girl Meets World is not cancelled, Season 2 will air. Girl Meets Demolition is not the final episode, the show will go on. So I apologize to those of you who I did really scare, but no need to worry. It's still going and you'll all love the second Season. Thanks for reading The 99 Problems of Maya Hart and check back again soon!