Friday, September 19, 2014
The Science of It All
So, today has been a very rough day. I have science class next, but school isn't the problem. Kelly got 13 on our math test today and I got 14 and I still wasn't excited for it. Riley said at lunch today that she shouldn't care about me and only Lucas has concern for me. Lucas came up to me and said "Mornin' ma'm" making fun of me like what we normally do. "Hi" I said sadly and kept walking. "Your not gonna make fun of me?" he asked confused. "No" I said. "Your not gonna call me Ranger Rick?" he asked again. "No" I said. I got to my locker and unlocked it, plus grabbed everything for my first classes. Then in science class, I got a huge paper cut on my finger from my binder. Lucas looked over at me and watch me try and squeeze all the blood outta it. I kept trying and trying to get it out. My finger was covered in blood. "Ask to go to the washroom" Lucas said looking at me. I stared at him and back at my finger. He raised his hand. "Yes, Lucas?" the teacher said. Lucas looked at me. "Maya?" the teacher said. "C-Can I go to the bathroom?" I said looking at Lucas, sadly. "Yes, be quick" he said. Everyone watched me leave. I went into the bathroom stall and went to the bathroom, I had to go apparently. So, then I went to the sink and washed my hands. I put a paper towel on my finger and all the blood disolved into it. I wrapped the paper towel all around it. and it stayed when I taped it back in class. When I came back, everyone started at me and the science teacher said "Their all looking at you because your moving, that's all" he said. I nodded my head and sat down beside Lucas. "You okay?" asked me. I nodded my head. Lucas stared at me for a while until the teacher said "Mr. Friar, lesson's over here" Lucas looked back over at the teacher. I played with the paper towel on my finger and then the bell wrang. I went up to the teacher and asked him a question about our project. When I turned around, Lucas was behind me. "Let's go" he said and nudged his head towards the door. I looked confusingly back at him, but lead the way out as he said. "What was--" I said before Lucas intrupted me saying "What's wrong, are you okay?" he asked me. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm always okay" I replied. "So, there's nothing goin on with--" he said before I intrupted him. "No, were all good" I said. "Do you even know who I was going to say?" he asked me. "Nope!" I replied. "Riley, Farkle" he said looking straight down at me. "Y-Yeah, were all...good..." I replied. So, that was science class. Bye, don't forget to check back. And whatever else I usually say, just pretend I said it.
Once In 5 Years....
So, last night was very painful. Not literally, but it was very emotionally painful. Riley said she was long tired of being my friend when I said I was getting tired of not getting a kiwi. (Forget the kiwi thing, it is just what happened, it's not important). So, I said "I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but even I'm getting tired of this" and she said "Oh, you thimk I'm not?!" I stood there looking at her, trying not to cry. Then I turned and ran upstairs to shower. Then when I got out, I was so mad that I decided to actually do my homework with Farkle, to make her mad. I would've considered not doing the homework at all, since in the episodes, I don't do it anyway. But, Riley made me mad and upset at the same time, so I decided I will just to make her mad. So, anyway past that. So, then she ignored me for a while and when me and Farkle got done my homework, we went and viewed her latest blog post, saying she's giving up on us and doesn't want to be our friend anymore. I was broken inside and I was about to cry. I shut the computer and said "Come on, Farkle, were going to bed" and I got up and turned off the TV and went downstairs. Farkle followed me asking "Where can I sleep?" and I replied "In a sleeping bag on the floor," he sighed. So, then when we got down there. I sat on the edge of my bed and started crying. "It's okay" Farkle said. "No it isn't, Farkle" I replied crying. "I can't do this, I can't do it alone!" I began to cry harder when Riley came down and got on Auggie's pull-out puny bed and went under her blankets. I explained everything to Farkle, crying and saying how I couldn't do it alone. Then I began to cry harder. Then I saw a shadow that looked just like Belle, the disney princess and every now and again, we'd be able to see her shadow from Riley's DS light. So, I kept saying "Belle!" through crying and laughing, but crying so hard. Then adventually, both me and Farkle stopped crying too hard, it was dying down.
I told him a story about from when I was 3 years old. I still slept in a crib, like a ligit craddle because my mom didn't care to buy me a new bed until I was 4 years old. So, when I was 3 years old, every night around 10:30pm - 11:00pm, in between there, my mom would pick me up, not saying a word and take me into my room. She set me in my crib in the dark and walked out, shutting the door behind her. I sat in my little crib, crying my 3-year-old eyes out. I hugged Oatmeal Bear who I didn't name until a year after I could talk properly, 5 years old is when I named him, 4 years old is when I learned to talk properly. So, I hugged Oatmeal Bear and I stood up in my crib, in my baby yellow footie pyjamas and I put my tiny hands on the edge of the crib and looked out the window above my crib. I could see the stars and the night sky and I could see the roof part of my neighbours house who lived across the street. I cried looking out that window thinking "Why are you so mean to me?" I don't know who I was thinking it to, my mom, God, my dad. One of them, or maybe all of them. I then turned around and stood in my crib, facing my back to the windown crying. I slowly sat down and cried harder and harder until I laid down and cried myself to sleep. Every night, at 3 years old and it went on until I was 6 and a half years old. When I met Riley and she changed my life and made it so much better. When I was 4 years old, I got out of that crib and I had a little bed. When I was 5 years old, I wrote a little song one night called "Mommy, don't you love me?" and I sang it every night. Usually, I sang it and near the end, I began crying and when I finished the song, I laid down crying and fell asleep, I cried myself to sleep. It wasn't until I was 6 and a half that stopped happening.
Farkle felt awful, he said that was jeapordizing and he doesn't remember when he was that little, he said something about pants, but I'm not really sure what. So, also I stopped crying myself to sleep at 6 and a half, and then when I went through the dramatizing stage at 8 years old, I began crying myself to sleep again for the first 3/4 of being 8 years old. Months before my 9th Birthday, I fell asleep normally again. Then last night was the first time since I was 8, the first time in 5 years, I cried myself to sleep again. Once in 5 years...
I told him a story about from when I was 3 years old. I still slept in a crib, like a ligit craddle because my mom didn't care to buy me a new bed until I was 4 years old. So, when I was 3 years old, every night around 10:30pm - 11:00pm, in between there, my mom would pick me up, not saying a word and take me into my room. She set me in my crib in the dark and walked out, shutting the door behind her. I sat in my little crib, crying my 3-year-old eyes out. I hugged Oatmeal Bear who I didn't name until a year after I could talk properly, 5 years old is when I named him, 4 years old is when I learned to talk properly. So, I hugged Oatmeal Bear and I stood up in my crib, in my baby yellow footie pyjamas and I put my tiny hands on the edge of the crib and looked out the window above my crib. I could see the stars and the night sky and I could see the roof part of my neighbours house who lived across the street. I cried looking out that window thinking "Why are you so mean to me?" I don't know who I was thinking it to, my mom, God, my dad. One of them, or maybe all of them. I then turned around and stood in my crib, facing my back to the windown crying. I slowly sat down and cried harder and harder until I laid down and cried myself to sleep. Every night, at 3 years old and it went on until I was 6 and a half years old. When I met Riley and she changed my life and made it so much better. When I was 4 years old, I got out of that crib and I had a little bed. When I was 5 years old, I wrote a little song one night called "Mommy, don't you love me?" and I sang it every night. Usually, I sang it and near the end, I began crying and when I finished the song, I laid down crying and fell asleep, I cried myself to sleep. It wasn't until I was 6 and a half that stopped happening.
Farkle felt awful, he said that was jeapordizing and he doesn't remember when he was that little, he said something about pants, but I'm not really sure what. So, also I stopped crying myself to sleep at 6 and a half, and then when I went through the dramatizing stage at 8 years old, I began crying myself to sleep again for the first 3/4 of being 8 years old. Months before my 9th Birthday, I fell asleep normally again. Then last night was the first time since I was 8, the first time in 5 years, I cried myself to sleep again. Once in 5 years...
Thursday, September 18, 2014
Maya and Lucas - Partner Projects
So, in school it usually works out that because Riley and Farkle aren't in me and Lucas's class, they are in the same one and we are, that me and Lucas always end up being partners in assignments. So, in Sports Medicine 7, we were partners and we had to research a Nurse-Midwife, which in Lucas's defense is something he didn't wanna do. What a Nurse-Midwife really is, is a nurse that is certified to help with birth and pregnancies. He clearly didn't want to research that, but that is what we pulled outta the hat. No, seriously, we chose what we are researching by pulling a card out of a hat. So, we just submitted it and we may get a decent mark! If Lucas helped, we likely won't fail. He only corrected me 82 times to be exact. Oh and here is the best part. In Religion 7, we are doing projects on the Eight Beatitudes, which are like basically similar to the 10 commandments, just with different commandments. So, we are doing our final project on the Beatitudes and we had to make a game board, a children's story book, a comic or a play/skit thing. So, me and Lucas paired up and decided to do the children's book. I don't know why he thought we should to the children's book. Something about one of us having the mind of a child, I dunno. So, the children's book allows us to explain the beatitudes in a way children can understand. Again, still wondering why he picked that. And so we made our children's book (which isn't nearly done) called "Little Vanessa" by Maya Hart and Lucas Friar. So, it is about a child named Vanessa Jane who experiences situation and helps people with problems, going against the beatitudes and this child fixes everything up. We are writing Page # 4 right now, almost on Page # 5. I love religion now, I can't wait for our next class. We have to continue on Little Vanessa tonight, and get the supplies to make the actual book. Right now, we only have 5 pages of the script. So, we both love religion right now! I can't wait to work on Little Vanessa! Oh and this is a funny moment me and one of my friends had in religion.
Her: I'm doing the children's book one too.
Me: Mine's Little Vanessa.
Her: Mine's Princess Emily.
Funny, right? We both did similar ones, with little children saving the day! Haha, well that's it for now!
Her: I'm doing the children's book one too.
Me: Mine's Little Vanessa.
Her: Mine's Princess Emily.
Funny, right? We both did similar ones, with little children saving the day! Haha, well that's it for now!
The Affection of Not Me
So, last night me and Riley were fighting again. I mean, Riley was fighting again. I just told her that we aren't like how we were in the episodes, we'd tell each other everything and she got all mad about it and that's what I was talking about. I was wondering why we can't talk to each other anymore, so I talked to her and it went all wrong. Of course, me talking to her goes wrong. So, then Farkle and Lucas took me downstairs and we talked on the main beds for a while. Riley went in the little Auggie bed and cried to herself for a while. Then Lucas randomly said "Your better than this" and I was just like "What?" and he kept saying I was better than this, that I need to fix this. Me fixing problems is what got us here in the first place, why would me fixing a problem get us out of it!? It's like if a wheel falls off a car, would taking another one off fix it!? No, duh! So, I said if Farkle and Lucas wanna do something about it, they can because I am not. So, I told them I'd be fine over in the bed area by myself, I fight for myself, it is normal. So, they left and I heard them talking to Riley for the beginning, all I heard them say was trying to explain what I meant when I started this all. So, I must of fallen asleep. So, I woke up this morning and it was probably 6:30am or something and Riley was apparently back in her normal spot sleeping beside me, as confusing as that was. I was still mad at her so I didn't do what we normally do, I didn't care to wake her up and I just laid there until my Aunt came down and got us up. Riley wasn't getting up so I just poked her for a while and then remembered I was mad at her and I sat up and woke up Lucas and Farkle and we went upstairs. Farkle told me that I apparently fell off the bed and I smacked my head and bled for a while, but Lucas took medical class in elementary at Texas (blah) and he stopped the blood flow or something like that. I asked Farkle why Riley was with me, I have a forgetful memory. He said that they didn't wanna leave her alone over there, so they said she has to go with me because boys and girls in the same bed is all kinds of wrong.
Speaking of all kinds of wrong, I was all kinds of wrong (as usual). I've learned one thing. I get in everyone's way because I am all wrong. Well, what I was told when I was 9 years old, long story short, who even cares? So, I was wrong to just leave Riley down there alone and take both Farkle and Lucas with me. Of course they listened to me, I didn't threaten them. Oh, yeah and Farkle's birthday present was a success, he had nightmares about Serial Killers! So, yeah my birthday present to him was nightmares. Awesome, right? So, anyway off topic. I was wrong, I wish I could do something about it, but the last time I approached her, we were here exactly. So, I can't. Maybe I will just get Farkle and Lucas to do something because I can't do a thing. That's what's gonna have to happen. I'll be fine alone. I miss my best friend, but I am used to expecting nothing out of life.
Speaking of all kinds of wrong, I was all kinds of wrong (as usual). I've learned one thing. I get in everyone's way because I am all wrong. Well, what I was told when I was 9 years old, long story short, who even cares? So, I was wrong to just leave Riley down there alone and take both Farkle and Lucas with me. Of course they listened to me, I didn't threaten them. Oh, yeah and Farkle's birthday present was a success, he had nightmares about Serial Killers! So, yeah my birthday present to him was nightmares. Awesome, right? So, anyway off topic. I was wrong, I wish I could do something about it, but the last time I approached her, we were here exactly. So, I can't. Maybe I will just get Farkle and Lucas to do something because I can't do a thing. That's what's gonna have to happen. I'll be fine alone. I miss my best friend, but I am used to expecting nothing out of life.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Left Us Out to Dry
So, today at Lunch, me and Riley had Choir practice. Which if you don't know, me and Riley are in the choir at school and not because we wanted to, because we can sing and they "need our voices" What I am basically trying to say is, we were forced into it. It wasn't my choice. At first the band room was filled with people wanting to join the choir. Every practice it got less and less. Me and Riley have solo's in the Kindness song. I have solo number one and Riley has solo number three. A girl named Davina had solo number two, but because she didn't show up to practice today, she got it taken away from her. Now, the funny thing is, only me and Riley actually showed up for choir today and a choir is normally 10-20 people, now it is 2 people. So, me and Riley are the only ones performing at the assembly next week. We got Davina's solo to share now. So, the rest of the stupid little choir ditched and all got kicked out and now only me and Riley are in it. The whole choir left us out to dry. How embarrasing is that gonna be? Only me and Riley in it, having to perform alone, nobody else doing it because in Middle School, it is apparently not cool. In Grade's 3-5 I was in the elementary choir with Riley, because it was cute. Now, it may not be cool anymore, especially it only being me and Riley. What the heck am I gonna do?
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
The Queen of Liars!
So, I am very freaked out and mad and disturbed and disbelieving and confused right now. I think I just confused you all....Anyway! So, terrible news. I hate wikia, Riley was right, it lies like it's the last thing it'll ever say. I found out something EXTREMELY disturbing today, that there is NO proof of, but wikia seems to know lots, so I get freaked. So, I actually hate wikia now, it is my worst enemy. So, I was reading my wikia page as usual and I was on my relationships with people. I was reading me and Lucas's, the one about how I'm annoyed of his country boy attitude and he calls me ma'm and tips his stupid imaginary hat at me, blah blah blah, normal. Then the last line of it...You wouldn't believe that last line! Why does wikia lie? Because it tries to annoy me as much as Lucas, himself does! So, it said exactly this "Maya may have a crush on Lucas" WHAT!? Eww, no!! Gross, never happening!! That is nasty!! Eww!!! Wikia should eat their words because "Maya DOES NOT may have a crush on Lucas" Uh huh, I'm aware that made no sense, don't ruin the moment. So, paralyzing with a capital "P-A-R-A-L-Y-Z-I-N-G" I just might die. Just might....
I've Eaten My Last Muffin!
So, I have some immediate new-old news to tell you about. I found this out about a week ago or so and I was, what's the word?? PARALYZED! So, it is not good news, no it is not. It is like the most terrorizing news I've ever recieved from the internet (aside from the article "Living on a Waitress Salary" Long story, no time for it). So, this is about future episodes. Season 1 or 2, I hope it's 2 or none at all. None at all would be nice. Sadly, it's not true. But what is true is that my life is just a big nothing, and this has made it worse. So, a week ago, I was viewing wikia, Girl Meets World Wikia and they have like new pictures from haven't-aired-episodes and I enjoy looking at those. So, I did and it was one thing I regret, though I view that to this day. So, I took one too many clicks on pictures and I was shocked to see what was on that screen in front of me. Oh...My....Gosh! It was me, Riley, Farkle and Lucas. Normal, no? And so, then that seems normal, but it wasn't at all normal. It's like Satan struck back! Again! So, we were all in our school, John Quincy Adams Middle School, hallway. We had stands, stand to sell food at. Kinda like a bake sale. So, there were only 2 stands and 4 of us, so we had 2 people at one stand. The worst part was the unusual pairings that grouped up. No, I wasn't with Farkle, and sadly I wasn't with Riley either. I was with...Lucas! And Riley was with Farkle! (Poor Riley!) and we were competing in a muffin stand competition! Me and Lucas had "Hart and Friar's organic muffins" and Riley and Farkle had some unhealthy muffin stand. That isn't the point, you wanna know the point!? I bet you don't care, I mean don't you have anything better to do than to stalk me on this blog and read about my boring life!? So, the point is, why was I with Lucas!? Why was I not with Riley, or at least Farkle!? Those are the common pairings,...not anymore, anyway. So me and Lucas, teaming up! What is wrong with this generation!? So, muffin stands. I hate muffins, now. I've eaten my last muffin!
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